Me, to Siri: “Remind me in 6 hours I can have medicine again.”
Six hours later…
Great work, Siri. Ya nailed it.
You never forget your first… OTP.
Oh, the miserable hours of adolescence I spent happily daydreaming about them. And handwriting fanfic about them getting trapped in caves together and stuff.
(Also let’s not forget that this is all in Beverly’s head, and even then she knows he’d believe her. Just that simply.)
This might be my favourite TNG episode. It’s a fantastic detective story (I’ve probably got a thesis in me about how 90’s-era Trek was as much a detective show as it was SF), it’s a Dr. Crusher detective story, she and Picard look at each other like that, it’s creepy as all fuck, and it has one of my very favourite pieces of dialogue in all of Star Trek:
Dr. Crusher: Here’s a question you shouldn’t be able to answer. Computer, what is the nature of the universe?
Computer: The universe is a spheroid region 705 metres in diameter.
In closing, "Remember Me" is on Netflix and I guess I’m not going to bed yet.
My favorite line:
"If there’s nothing wrong with me, there must be something wrong with the universe."
I say that *all* the time.
Dude turned 5 today. He’s getting so tall—I keep catching him reaching things he used to need a step-stool to get to. I’m not one of these parents who doesn’t want their kid to grow up. I just don’t want to have to buy a house with cathedral ceilings.
Happy birthday, buddy.
I have absolutely no idea how this thing is going to do. I’d love for it to find an audience that uses it regularly. But I consider it a success that the damn thing exists at all. I made a thing that’s mine, which was the real goal all along.
GPOYW wearing glasses. Because I wear glasses now. Because glasses are cool.
I know it’s early, but I’m callin’ it: This is the most horrifying toy packaging of 2013.