*I am not happy with my feelings and choices when the climate makes it uncomfortable to exist.
Cleaning sucks!*
*Our time on this planet is fleeting and I am not comfortable with the percentage of it spent in the futile pursuit of unreasonably presentable surfaces for the sake of the judgment of others.
Virtual Nightclub: A Game About Time (Windows, Thumb Candy, 1997)
An ambitious sci-fi adventure game which became lost media until 2016. You can download it, pre-configured to run on modern versions of WIndows, here, including a comprehensive guide and a very different unfinished beta version.
You can read the Lost Media Wiki article about it here, and read the guide’s writer’s thoughts on the game here.
Can we go back to when horror movies were called “satellite of blood” or “theatre of blood” or “palace of the damned” and “the screaming never ends” cause like now we keep getting these one word title horror movies like Hereditary and Relic and Censor and it’s like this doesn’t tell me anything about the level of blood, screaming, or whether everyone in it is damned
Dear LORD, Jeremias/Jeremiah had a lot to say and repeated it countless times so you know he’s serious. These prophets get real wordy here toward the end of Old Testament.
Tom buys a mood ring at an alien market while on shore leave, but it doesn’t change color. He says it’s consistent with ancient-Earth culture to wear a non-functional mood ring. Soon, the crew notices that his emotions change according to his temperature.
Chakotay buys a vest from the same vendor, with no ill-effects.
The fact that deep space nine is a shopping mall and gas station is SO charming to me
Not to be extremely American but it’s one of those massive truck stops you find along the interstate that’s always open and has a place to do your laundry and shower and play video poker and buy audiobooks and 30 different kinds of jerky and a new seat cushion for your rig because it’s been bothering you for a while and there are other travelers shooting the shit around the coffee machines just to get some social time in before the road’s calling you back because you aren’t supposed to stay forever. You pick up a hand pie and a fidget spinner and maybe a new pair of sunglasses because god only knows where the your old ones are in the cab, consider buying a carton of cigarettes or that dang horrible nicotine gum and somehow when you roll back through 6 or 8 months later the folks at the inset all-night greasy spoon greet you and everybody else like you’re a regular just there the other day.
