It should also be recognised that Lucille Ball helped advance the medium of television as a whole by, more or less, inventing the idea of reruns. This was, in large part, what drove the success of non-serialised shows such as Star Trek, but also paved the way for extremely popular television genres like the sitcom
But what if it was all a dream
This is more unsettling. I know it's there. I know it should be there. I know this pristine landscape is hiding its horrors like teeth.
[I.D. an edited version of the "children's hospital" meme photo where the splattering red pattern on the hall floor has been removed. End I.D.]
Well duh. It’s just color theory
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So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather?
What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving.
To paraphrase one of my favorite bits of a ‘humans are awesome’ fiction megapost: “you don’t know you’re from a Death World until you leave it.” For a ton of reasons, I really like the idea of Earth being Space Australia.
Earth being Space Australia Words cannot express how much I love these posts
Okay but imagine explaining the concept of Australians to aliens who have picked up Space Australians as slang for humans.
With a flick of an inner tentacle, the N’tauri gambling master dropped a venomous crefcraw into the centre of the game table. The reaction was immediate.
Four fuzzy Limonstaars shrieked and dropped under the table to huddle in a mass of quivering fur. The three Kakrusch slammed on their face plates and rolled into the farthest corner like a particularly anxious avalanche. The Ighenou, the spider like creature whose species name translated into “Oh gods no get it off!” in a surprising number of languages, froze in the act of reaching for its pile of winnings and decided playing dead was the better part of valor.
Three of the four humans glanced hesitantly at one another. Not recognizing one of the galaxies most feared and lethal beings, notorious for its bad temper and willingness to strike anything that came near it out of an all consuming rage, or because it was hungry, or bored, or it was Tuesday. They were silently debating the options of hiding with the Limonstaars (cuddly!) or behind the Kakrusch (a solid barrier) when the fourth human at the table knocked back her drink and set the empty glass upside down over the irate little hissing thing which immediately started slamming a stinger half the size of its body against the glass.
“Oi Igghie!” She reached out a long brown arm and slid a flimsy credit sheet from the bottom of the pile. “I’m gonna borrow ya creds.” Slipping the credit sheet under the glass she lifted the tiny prison and its increasingly angry inhabit and and strolled over to the violently trembling N’tauri. “So does this go back to you or should I just chuck it behind the bar for you?” She held out the glass expectantly. The N’tauri keened and slumped to the floor.
“Incinerate it!” growled one of the Kakrusch, a cacophony of agreement roared through the bar.
“Ah, where do I do that then?”
“Out the corridor, s-second door to the right.” One of the Limonstaars piped up, fluffy ears barely visible over the table.
“Cheers, back soon!”
One by one the other aliens crept back towards the table, picking up their cards and glaring at the gambling master.
“They warned me about Terrans” the quivering mass of tentacle jelly wailed. “Whatever you’re thinking don’t try it on a Terran, those space australians will probably think its a proposition or a snack!”
One of the remaining humans reached out and patted the N’tauri approximately where its shoulder should be. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” He soothed, “I’m a Terran and I was terrified.”
“Well what the flying feschnark was she then?!” the N’tauri shrieked.
“Oh, didn’t you hear her accent? That was an Australian.”
This is the funniest addition to this post I’ve seen yet
RYAN GOSLING
"I'm Just Ken" wins Best Original Song at the 29th Annual Critics' Choice Awards (January 14, 2024)
do you ever say something and then think "wow this isnt even a bit. im just like this"
do yoo evew say someting and den tink “wow dis isn’t even a bit!! im just wike dis UwU”
This post has been UwU-ified!
i feel dirty after reading that
do yoo need a scwubby wubby? OwO
i think i do need a scwubby wubby to be honest but not from you
When is it my turn to be happy.
thinking about ‘big shoes’ again
Roddenberry-era episode titles: "What Rough Beast, Its Hour Come Round at Last" (it's about a mysterious earthlike planet where Ancient Egypt survived to the modern day)
Berman-era episode titles: "The Hermitage" (it's about a hermitage)
Kurtzman-era episode titles: "Morior Invictus" (the gang needs to find some special plants or the Federation will fall. Part 8 of 13.)
hey did I ever post the best business card I’ve ever been given by a customer?
a woman wanted me to let her know if I had a particular item in storage, and she went to get a card out of her purse and went ‘oh no. I’m out of my work cards, I’m so sorry about this’ and handed me this:
apparently her husband made them for her as a joke but then she just had like 300 of them so they’re her backups when she runs out of her real business cards.
