The text is also questionable at best. 10-15 being “Prisoner in custody” makes no sense. At that point, a person is not a prisoner but a suspect unless we’re talking about someone fleeing from prison.

At least to me and my friends who watched it with me. See my other reply for an explanation why. But of course, tastes differ and there seem to be quite a few people on here who liked it.

My main criticism about Glass Onion is that the twist only works because Blanc knows something from the start that the audience can’t really figure out on their own. I prefer detective stories where the main character has the same opportunities to gather information as I have and if I pay close enough attention, I can figure out most of what happened before the big reveal.

But I’m glad that you liked it. Shows that the series caters to different tastes.

Which is why I liked Andor and especially Acolyte so much. Finally a new perspective.

• The Lord of the Rings was very consistent. Many people think that Return of the King is the best one.
• Knives Out had a rather disappointing second part but the third one is amazing.

Yeah, that’s all I can think of right now.

Fair.

Your comment inspired me to write a short story. It’s the first draft of the first bit of fiction I’ve written in a while so don’t expect too much but I wanted to share:

I should have seen it coming, he thought as he drifted through the emptiness of space.

It wasn’t the first time he had thought that and it wouldn’t be the last but it was exactly what went through his mind at this moment. There wasn’t much to think about but regrets. Not much to do either. Nobody to talk to, not even air in his lungs to scream into the void. Just empty space, fading memories and regrets.

It all had started with an innocent thought, back when he had been a young boy by the name of Marcus. He had watched as his older brother’s favorite dog had been hit by a cart. That had been his first real contact with death and as is normal for any person, he had thought: I don’t want to die. For most people, that thought just leads to a generally cautious lifestyle, maybe a list of things to do, but overall, they don’t spend too much time thinking it. But Marcus had never been like most people. From that day on, that one new thought had consumed his every waking moment and his list of things to do in life had consisted of only one item: become immortal.

So he had spent most of his youth hunting for information about his new obsession, much to his father’s displeasure. He had read stories from Roman and Greek mythology, had found a rare translation of Egyptian lore and had even talked to soldiers returning from the barbarian lands in the north. At one point he had waited outside a doctor’s house for days until two of his brothers had come to drag him back home.

And eventually he had actually found the secret to immortality, long before the medieval alchemists and the 21st century cryopreservation craze. Ironically it had been something so trivial, so mundane that he couldn’t remember what it had been. Then again, after living uncountable lifetimes, there was a lot he couldn’t remember anymore.

What he had found was even what people generally considered the “good” kind of immortal. Not the one where you technically can’t die but still age and become so sick and frail that you can’t do much with your life. He didn’t need to eat, drink, breathe or sleep, couldn’t get sick and couldn’t really be harmed even by extreme forces. With time he even learned to endure things that couldn’t threaten his immortal life but still felt unpleasant, like pain, heat and cold. Even in the endless nothingness of space, he still looked like a healthy middle-aged man with only a couple of scars from before his immortality.

But of course there was a catch. There was always a catch and he should have seen it coming. He had seen so many things coming, just not the important ones.

Outliving his family and friends had been painful but to be expected from the start. Everyone who seriously thinks about immortality comes to terms with that after a while. Even the downfall of his entire culture at the hands of foreign invaders hadn’t really impacted him. By that point he had already been at the other end of the world, studying cultures that nobody from his home had ever heard about.

He had seen empires rise and fall, political systems blossom and revert to absolutist monarchies, religions morph into each other. He had been there for that brief moment in time when humanity had seemingly invented everything at once: contraptions to connect the planet, to explore beyond it and to turn it into a barren rock where no life was possible. Well, no life except his own. He had tried to warn others after the first few rounds of almost-extinction but every time the best he could manage had been a few decades of rebuilding and halfhearted attempts at making sure it couldn’t happen again. And then it had happened again. And again.

Only when he had become the last bit of sentient life for as far as he could reach, he had figured out what the catch was. He was immortal. He couldn’t die by any means, not even by his own hand, and that meant he would be alone forever. It’s not like he had never tried to help others become immortal. He had offered it to his closest friends, to countless lovers that he couldn’t bear to lose and to a few strangers that he had thought to be important for the world’s future. Most of them had laughed at him or politely humored him but never really put any effort into it. A select few had made genuine attempts but none had ever managed to do what he had done. He could only assume they had been lacking that unwavering conviction that had driven him in his youth.

And so he had been alone. For the first few years it hadn’t bothered him too much. After millennia of being around every conceivable kind of person on earth, a bit of peace and quiet had actually been welcome. Eventually, he had spent a few decades, maybe centuries, looking for other survivors but with no success. The only thing he had found was a few remaining sea critters and for a while he had even attempted to breed them into something that would make a good pet.

He had tried to build his own rocket to get off this gods-damned rock and see something new in the universe but it turns out that even with all the knowledge of humankind, more spare time than a human could ever dream about and a whole heap of mangled spare parts that had conveniently been left behind by previous generations, a single human being just can’t do that.

So all he had left to do was sit there for a couple billion years and wait for the sun to burn out and swallow earth.

It had been a spectacle that he wished to be able to share with others. It had been really bright, really hot and a lot slower than he had expected. But most importantly, it had been the last time something interesting had happened to him. After who knows how long, the sun had finally shed it’s outer shell and collapsed into a white dwarf.

The only other thing left was him. No planets, no asteroid belt, nothing particularly interesting to look at. Just empty space, fading memories and regret.

• Buy/build my dream home. My current apartment has its perks and is quite big for the rent I pay but it doesn’t feel like home. I had to move in a hurry because my old lease got terminated when the house got sold and I still feel homesick after more than seven years.
• Continue learning Japanese until i can hold a useful conversation, then visit Japan.
• Publish something for the world to see. A piece of software, a game, a movie, a novel, anything.
• Show the most important people in my life how much they mean to me. I regularly tell them but there are more feelings deep inside me for which I haven’t found the right way to express them.

That’s why you write it down and send it to him. Then you can at least say “you could have corrected my misunderstanding but didn’t”.

Sounds like you need a dose of good old CYA: summarize everything relevant that he tells you in an email and add something like „let me know if I misunderstood“. Later, when he doubts he ever instructed you to do something, you can dig out the corresponding email.

That one actually exists and is at least roughly the right location and shape.

SATW always portrays Finland with a knife, so it’s more of an inside joke and not related to this specific comic strip.

Necessary? No. Not much except eating, drinking and breathing is. Even reproduction is optional from the view of a single individual.

A good idea? Absolutely:

1. Exploring space tells us a lot about earth. We currently assume that the moon formed when something big collided with earth and threw lots of material into a stable orbit. This means moon is probably made of the same materials as earth and because there is no erosion nor tectonic activity on the moon, it lets us study what earth may have looked like billions of years ago.
2. Lots and lots of things that were originally developed for space are very useful on earth: teflon coating, memory foam matresses, efficient solar panels and many more. Sure, they could have been developed without space exploration but the pressure to get something exactly right helped a lot. And of course we directly use satellites for a lot of earth stuff, too. Think tv, weather prediction, monitoring of climate change, communication, GPS, accurate maps and many more.
3. It gives humanity something to unite behind. Even during the cold war, the USA and the Soviet Union ignored their feud for a bit to make Apollo-Soyuz happen. These days, the ISS is one of the biggest multinational projects and I dread the day it gets decommissioned because Russia will have one less reason to talk to the rest of the world.

On the other hand: if their new tool is so great, why haven’t they used it to fix Claude’s security issues?

Of course I do. And even that was rare and special because it was so much effort to carry everyone‘s gear into one place.

Or like PC before internet connections at home were widely available.

Am I supposed to tell them I really really wanna kms right now?

Yes. If you don’t, they can’t help you.

Nah, they’d lock me up lmfao

Not if you are honest about it. Talking openly about it instead of just doing it is a good sign that you might be ready to fix stuff.

Can’t even tell my mom cuz she’d get mad at me…

That’s not normal and not healthy. Tell your therapist. They might be able to find a way to get you out of an unhealthy environment, at least for a while.

Not me but someone close to me:

• There is a difference between “ready for therapy” and “ready for change”. Some people will sit in therapy for years but never see much progress because they are so stuck in doing or thinking something that holds them back.
• Your therapist will tell you things that don’t make sense to you. Listen to them anyway. If they tell you something that seems impossible, don’t ignore it, ask how you can do that. If they tell you something that seems useless, try it anyway, then report back if it doesn’t work and be open for an explanation for why it didn’t work.
• Be brutally honest. Your therapist won’t be able to help you unless you tell them exactly how bad your situation is. If you spend 90% of your day in bed and tell your therapist you’re doing okay, they won’t be able to correctly identify what kind of help you need.
• It is completely normal to miss some of your goals. Therapy takes time and nobody will judge you if you take longer than others. Figuring out how much you should push yourself and when you need a break is hard. Either way, don’t be angry at yourself when something doesn’t work out. As long as you tried, you’re fine.
• Most of your problems are in your head. That doesn’t mean they aren’t real. It doesn’t mean they don’t hurt. It doesn’t mean they aren’t difficult to overcome. It just means that the only person who can solve them is you. A therapist can explain how to solve them but they can’t change your thoughts or your habits.

Yeah, seems like a bug in either their link shortener or their internal routing:

• Clicking the share button on the correct definition gives me http://cherry.urbanup.com/757445 which seems right so far. 757445 is the ID of that specific definition
• When visiting http://cherry.urbanup.com/757445, it gets expanded to https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cherry&defid=757445 which still has the correct ID but for some reason still shows the full list.

To fix this, they should either

• Expand the shortened link to https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cherry&defid=757445#757445 which makes the browser scroll down to the right definition, or…
• Have https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cherry&defid=757445 show a different page with only a single definition and a link to the full list

They actually do have the sensible explanation but for some reason not as the top one. Sorry for not checking that the link UD gave me actually leads to the correct explanation. It instead shows the full list even though the link contains the correct ID.