He wouldn’t steal them, though (though if you recently buried a dead pet in your lawn he might dig that up).

He prefers roadkill, doesn’t fit his taste if it’s fresh.

Adulthood.

Cherenkov Blue.

Because it’s metal as fuck, that’s why. Electromagnetic equivalent of a sonic boom.

Also, it’s pretty:

Cats are obligate carnivores with an excellent sense of smell, evolved to eat freshly hunted meat and little else, who’ll have to be very hungry before they eat anything remotely past due date.

We’re omnivores who’ll eat pretty much anything including stuff that’d kill most other animals that’d try to eat it (seriously, look up the long lists of “normal” foods you can’t feed your pets because they’d kill them); we call deadly toxins that plants have evolved over hundreds of millions of years to be as inedible as possible “spices” and “drugs”, and consume them for fun. We’ll let perfectly good food rot and ferment for months before we eat it because it somehow makes it better for our tastes.

No, we’re most definitely not the picky eaters here, not even when compared to dogs, much less when compared to cats.

As for the ocean, everything in it comes with concentrations of mercury and other heavy elements and industrial waste that are harmful even to us, extremely high percentages of microplastics, and a vast variety of parasites that require anything we get from the ocean to be flash frozen before it can be considered safe to eat (if we ignore the heavy metals and plastics and other shit).

Plus, of course, every bit of crap ever produced on the planet ends up there… if homeopathy was real ocean water would be a fucking universal panacea, the amount of shit it’s got dissolved in it.

I’ve always assumed most of the “food” we get from the big liquid dumpster we call sea wouldn’t be sellable (to humans or other animals) if anything remotely resembling quality control applied to it… if anything, I’d assume the least worst bits go to the cats, since they’re much pickier eaters than us, and have less tolerance for toxins…

some cat food is indistinguishable from canned tuna

This might be saying more about canned tuna than about cat food… (and I love canned tuna).

Mother Teresa looks like a supermodel

Mother Theresa was a monster who got off on the suffering of others.

CEOs and similar psychopaths don’t, though.

(Though those already tend to have the intelligence of a particularly stupid dog anyway, so I don’t really see how this would change anything.)

Something from Iain M. Banks The Culture. The best books, like Excession would probably be hard to adapt due to the protagonists being mostly ships, but others like Consider Phlebas or The Player of Games could probably make great films or miniseries (and Use of Weapons would probably be great as the later).

Probably excessively expensive in the CGI department if done well, but one can dream.

I just push both, to be safe.

That’s the way. Turning computers off isn’t good for them anyway.

Why would it ever be off, except for the first time…?

I just stare at it loathfully until it wakes up out of shame.

(Or maybe it’s my enraged vibrations transferring to the mouse through the table and causing it to move, same difference.)

It’s not about CPU time, it’s about power cycles.

Turning computers off isn’t good for them. Turning them on isn’t good for anyone, including the computer (but especially the user who has to suffer it, and most especially the IT tech who has to suffer both).

That greedy little pigboy Spez’s API shenanigans.

Plenty of that in Cosmos, too.

But I see them as shows that teach you how to learn, and how to want to learn, and how to wonder. About history and technology and science, sure, but also about humanity, and the universe. To look around us in awe and ask ourselves why?, and how?, and to try to find out the answers (and enjoy the process even if we end up not finding them).

The kind of shows every child should watch at least once, or every adult if you haven’t seen them before (never too late!) or feel like having a rewatch.

Nah, that’s how you get Johnny 5 to be alive.

Was thinking of Connections myself. Almost on par with Cosmos, I’d say. Definitely a must watch.

We’re on a thread about whether certain pictures should be marked “NSFW” or not.

A subject on which, as is both obvious to anyone who doesn’t have their head up their own arse and evidenced by this very same thread, no agreement is possible. An objective demonstration of why this tagging nonsense not only doesn’t work, but can’t possibly ever work.

You might as well be discussing about whether it’s better to use the western horoscope or the Chinese one to decide which threads are “suitable for work”.

And I’m sorry, but this kind of wilful stupidly just fucking irks me to no end.

We’re in a fucking thread discussing whether certain drawings should or should not be “NSFW” (an entirely subjective question on which, obviously, no consensus can possibly be reached).

Y’all ain’t managing anything, fine or otherwise.