Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, March 4, 2021.
Sometimes you just have to sit back and wonder, what AM I doing on this spaceship wing?
Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, March 4, 2021.
Sometimes you just have to sit back and wonder, what AM I doing on this spaceship wing?
But, in a way, your butt was in the way.
Wouldn’t we all be better off if we get up off our butts when we’re asked to help or get out of the way?
But now he can’t move his butt out of the way, and that’s a big ‘but’.
So to speak.
How do they hear eachother? Short range radio?
Speech bubbles.
The Blues tooth.
The Blues Brothers tooth.
That would be kind of cool. Have some sort of display technology in your spacesuit that projects whatever you are saying into a speech bubble over your head. That would actually have a huge advantage over radio, you wouldn’t have to worry about the other person not being able to hear you while they are talking, or getting garbled by interference. Plus somebody hundreds of miles away wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop on your private conversation.
In the original book on which Disney’s “Roger Rabbit” movie was based (“Who Censored Roger Rabbit”), the cartoon characters actually communicated in our own world with speech bubbles.
This gimmick did not get passed along to the movie for obvious reasons.
Hahahahahahaha! You alls are cracking me up! 🙂
Correction: “All y’all” is the proper plural.
Investing minds need to know.
I know mine is!
And I flash back to 1974, and Dark Star, and the preserved Commander Powell’s advice on dealing with an obstreperous atomic bomb:
Commander Powell: Talk to the bomb. You have to talk to it, Doolittle. Teach it PHENOMENOLOGY.
Because we can tell existentialism isn’t working here, Chiphu. Time to shift mental/philosophical gears.
Well, as a dedicated distributionist follower of G. K. Chesterton and Hilaire Belloc, I think that particular philosophy might have something to offer Chiphu, if only knowing that the act of helping others can bring you out of yourself.
And you ask yourself, where is my beautiful house? And you say to yourself, this is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the blue again after the money’s gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground
Poor Chiphu, he has lost himself without social moorings he is use to. He is in effect not just cut off from his home worlds he is also cut off from everything he uses to ground himself as a person psychologically. It has caused him to have a curious detached feeling and is confused.
Some people have tried for years to attain that particular feeling. Not something Chiphu needed as he was finally transitioning to the body he feels he should have been born with. Now it seems like a distant, tiny thing as he sees just how big things are outside of Earth to the greater cosmos. Actually experiencing it is a blow to his views of reality. Not everyone can adjust to that.
I just hope they are protected from micro meteorites. You should be safe if you are in hyperspace being made out-of-phase with reality only gravity will be a constant.
Therapy bot seems a bit extreme in his methods.
Which doesn’t mean it won’t work.
Look where my hand was.
Also, NO ONE has only one or the other type of sex hormone (I don’t think “gender” is the correct term here)
We each have both. In different concentrations. I’m on ERT, but take both of them.
It’s a balance.