My dear man, it's 1963 and you're on the street. Somewhere not far from you there's gonna be a newspaper stand or a store selling newspapers. Don't ask random people on the street what year it is like a madman.
As someone watching from the outside, there's definitely a qualitative difference these past few weeks. It's very obvious there's no adults left in the room anymore.
One of the more optimistic estimates in this thread is that it would take us ~60 000 years to travel with existing technology.
Of course, now that we have ChatGPT, Gemini and Grok we're obviously gonna reach light speed travel within the next 10 years, so it won't be a problem.
That's why it's the "foot" clan. The ninjas in Daredevil were called The Hand.
Edit: and I just remembered, it's Master Splinter because "Stick" was Daredevil's sensei.
I mean, it could be a manual photoshop job.
It could, but the double spiral in the shell indicates AI to me. Snail shells don't grow like that. If it was a manual job, they would have used a picture of a real shell.
Edit: plus the cat head looks weird where it connects to the head, and the markings don't look right to me.
This one is easy. As we know from words like "photon" and "triumph", "pH" is actually pronounced "f".
This is my go-to as well. "I'm sorry, my audio dropped out, I didn't quite catch that".
I used to work with an Apple fanboy that knew next to nothing about how computers actually work, but he knew that Apple was the best at everything. Any time someone brought up something about a device or service from any other company or with any other OS, his stock answer was always "switch to Apple". Any time someone pointed out that their device offered a feature or functionality they appreciated that Apple did not offer in a convenient way, his stock answer was always "You don't need that." Sometimes he'd add "why would you want to do that? Do X instead".
Fast forward to today, I ended up killing him and am writing this from jail.
The hard thing is finding an infant in a wheelchair to go with you
When corporations dabble in philosophy, you know they're trying to muddy the waters and skirt an ethical issue. It's not a genuine inquiry going on here; it's a "whatever argument serves the bottom line" situation.
I guess there's no such thing as intellectual property either, when you really think about it. Hence nothing wrong with me making and selling pirated samsung phones.
As far as funky turkish psych goes, this is as far as it goes - to the other, far end of the spectrum. Surprisingly listenable for an album consisting entirely of lenghty apologies to why the keyboardist haven't yet learned to play his instrument, this unexpected hit record is the brain-child of Anatolian star producer and enfant terrible Hözte Ergüynaman, who had been dreaming of exploding the boundaries of recorded music since his childhood as a goat herder on the Anatolian Plateau. When he met Paytele "Paye" Peyman at a studio session for a Bariş Manço record, aborted because Paye obviously had no knowledge of the instrument he wad hired to play, he booked a recording studio immediately and the rest is history. This reissue box-set of "Tha'rihe Rayote Thal Navd" (Mother, how I ended up here I have no idea) contains two extra disc of outtakes that cast new light on the stressful sessions and a PAYE PAYE beanie. 5/5, truly essential.
This is one of those "Looks like an overlooked dirty funk classic ready to be re-discovered but actually only contains schmaltzy overproduced soul ballads and Bacharach covers"-type records that will leave you feeling really disappointed and hollow. The impeccable shred guitar from substitute teacher-turned-sex god Ret will unfortunately not make things any better. Will throw you into weeks of looping thoughts about selling your record collection and abandon record collecting as a hobby for something more productive. Absolutely essential.
"Reato", the artist name meaning "Photograph of a melting brother" in some Czech dialects, dedicated his third album entirely to short abstract vignettes each dedicated to a girl from his hometown Znojmo, of which there are only 13. Making it painfully obvious which girls of these he favours, side B should be skipped entirely. Side A however, comes highly recommended for fans of Gary Numan and Tajvor Czochov (not the one from Prajvuda, the other one). 180g vinyl with extensive liner notes. Rip it!!!
Abrasive and uncompromising, this groundbreaking album from the mysterious Latvian experimentalist Gattte Karret breaks new ground in self-invented yet traditional bowed goat-string zither instruments and non-traditional Latvian throat singing. Essential.
Impeccable reissue of brazilian flute virtuoso extraordinaire Sand Flos seminal album SOO LOC FOLE, filled to the brim with rare grooves, breezy bossa nova and understated samba excursions. Three-armed and four-handed from birth, she plays the Clarinoro exclusively, conceived in 1860 as a portugese alternative to the saxophone by inventor Adolphe Caro, Adolphe Sax' eternal rival and actual evil twin. Caro, who moved to portugal to escape the inevitable comparisons to his twin brother, became fiercely patriotic in his new country and could not stand the fact that Sax made Belgium famous as "la patrie du saxophone". Caro's Clarinoro was quickly lost and forgotten after Caro's death, everywhere but Brazil, where it was seen as the instrument of choice for the sem-tetos, the dominating subculture of brazil in the 1940s. It would be wrong to call the sound of the Clarinoro unique, as it sounds exacly like a clarinet, flugelhorn and flute combined into one instrument; this redundancy probably explains why the instrument never got popular anywhere else. 5/5, essential.
I just say "I frequent a few niche forums". No follow up questions. I'm old as well.