Honestly, I think the biggest problem is that Colm Meaney and Rosalind Chao have negative chemistry. They probably cast her in TNG thinking that O’Brien was a second-tier supporting character, and that she had good “nervous bride” energy for her first appearance in “Data’s Day,” and that would probably be about it for the character. It’s not the actor’s fault that a fictional pairing that wasn’t very well thought-out on the writers’ and casting director’s part didn’t turn out to be strong enough to survive as a primary plot driver.

That said… I would have loved to see Miles and Keiko go through an amicable divorce. They virtually did, between Keiko basically throwing Miles and Kira together during their pregnancy and Keiko’s long-term journeys to Bajor. It wouldn’t have been that much further to just have them realize that they’d grown apart and agree to separate, and it could be a way for Star Trek to explore a subject that a lot of people had real-life experience with. I don’t suppose that mid- to late-90s Star Trek producers would have gone for it, but there was some real narrative potential there.

That is one of the stupidest takes I have ever seen, and I’ve been on the internet since AOL chatrooms.

Not voting makes politicians less accountable to you. If you somehow organized everyone who thought like you do, regardless of your agenda, and convinced every single one of them to not vote, then you would achieve the lofty political goal of… absolutely ensuring that no politician would ever try to pursue your goals.

Voting, by definition, is what makes politicians give a shit about your cause. There’s a reason why the Greek word meaning “one who does not take part in public affairs” is the root of the modern word “idiot.”

There was a Limited Run Games release , and although they seem to be sold out online, I saw some physical copies in their retail store just the other day.

For the record, we do and have done all of those things. This isn’t a story about my dog getting aggressive with the cats. If anything, we need to make a point of keeping the cats out of her food bowl because she will let them take her food away, all the while looking at us to please do something. It’s just that she seems to sometimes get ambivalent about whether she is in fact hungry or not… but that ambiguity immediately disappears if a cat comes over and sniffs her bowl.

“Rowsdower!”

“Are you an onion?”

“FOR CASTLETON!”

I’d be curious to see that chart for a Toyota Yaris. I drove one for a few years and it was almost unnerving how little hood it had.

(Assuming such technology could be viable and not, you know, horrifying like it sounds it would be…)

[Headlines ten years after the invention of the robot “wife”]

WHY ARE GENERATION ALPHA WOMEN KILLING TRADITIONAL MARRIAGE?!

and

GEN ALPHA WOMEN SAY THEY ARE HAPPILY SINGLE: WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM??!

and

DEATHS FROM LONELINESS AMONG GEN ALPHA MEN ARE WAY UP: WHAT’S GOING ON?!

There’s a tough lesson I learned about trying to get my friends into board games: It’s easier to turn gamers into your friends than it is to turn your friends into gamers. I’ve learned that some of my friends are never going to share my interests as much as I’d like, but that just means I needed to find people who were already in whatever hobby and start hanging out with them and some of them will eventually be your real friends.

Making and keeping friends as an adult is way more difficult than it seems it should be, but it’s a painful reality.

Star Trek: TNG

Batman: The Animated Series

Space Ghost Coast to Coast

I think you mean his fake whistle-playing hands.

I think they were trying to build a Pulaski-Data relationship that mirrored the McCoy-Spock relationship, where McCoy would say something shockingly racist like calling Spock a green-blooded hobgoblin, but then Spock would insult him right back and it was all in good fun so it was “okay.” The problem was that Data wasn’t able to give as good as he got, so it came across as Pulaski bullying the sweet autistic kid, which did not work as well as McCoy-Spock.

“You’ve got a little schmutz on you” just feels like the right way to tell people there’s an unspecified substance on them.

It’s very easy to play the Nazi card.

I went to a Viking festival and had a great time, but I wonder about how often they have to look askance at the people who are really into runes and Thor hammer symbols.

With as much as they talked about the irrevocable destruction of the global ecosystem coming up in a matter of months, and then the constantly rotating day-night cycle, I imagine it would be possible to find out if your in-game time played actually was more or less than that deadline. It would be hilarious if the world was going to end in six months but then the math showed that you actually spent more than a year running around shooting the fins off of robo-pterodactyls.

Sexual positions are locked behind tiered paywalls. The most basic ones are free, but as they get more interesting, you have to pay increasing royalty fees.

Chemtrail conspiracy theorists in absolute shambles.

Donald Trump is Pantone 16-1449: Gold Flame.

You must never go there.