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Short Circuit-Reboot-Writer Dan Milano Talks About-Creation-Touching Johnny 5 And How To Revive Him

Part 2 - Short Circuit (2009) -Reboot-Writer Dan Milano Talks About-Creation-Touching Johny 5 And How To Revive Him

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I Told You Carl Weathers is a Great Actor! Greef Carga Isn’t But That Wasn’t the Question Now Was It

​I Told You Carl Weathers is a Great Actor! Greef Carga Isn’t But That Wasn’t the Question Now Was It

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Humans are Weird - Just Shy, Just a Little Shy

 Humans are Weird – Just Shy, Just a Little Shy


“Have you heard the news Eighth Sister,” Fourth Cousin demanded as she came skittering around the abrupt ninety degree corner of the base.
Eighth Sister flared her frill in warning a moment too late as Fourth Cousin smacked her joint against the wooden beams with a sickening cracking sound. Fourth Cousin’s long, luxurious frill clamped down around her neck and shoulders, the pretty turquoise colors of joyful excitement on her membrane fading to dull gray as the pain reached her primary processing nodes. Eighth Sister did bother scolding her hivemate for her carelessness, the cousin was barely old enough to have molted her legs more than once. It wasn’t the place of an Eighth Sister to question the wisdom of three mothers and two Grandmothers but for the life of her she couldn’t see why they had sent this pretty little bud out for her required civil service at all, let alone so early in her life. With dozens of elder sisters and cousins, and even more than one brother, out doing their duty for the community at large a cousin who might have been a second sister in her own right was really better suited to playing with the petals in her father’s garden than braving the dangers of the galaxy at large.
“It does hurt,” Fourth Cousin managed to click out in Mother as Eighth Sister examined the damaged joint.
“It know it does my green one,” Eighth Sister clicked softly back. “Just stay still.”
“I think I can walk to the medical ward,” Fourth Cousin said, as she tried to stand from where she had slid down against the wall.
“Do not bother,” Eighth Sister said, letting her antenna curl in amusement. “You would not want to make the humans feel useless would you? I’ve already radioed for one.”
“Why would my walking to the medical ward make a human feel useless?” Fourth Cousin asked.
Her pain tight antenna relaxed a bit at the curious statement, and Eighth Sister took that as a good sign. It helped distract them both from the fact that interstitial fluid was leaking out of her damaged joint.
“What is the point of having the base crawling with giant mammals who love nothing better than carrying people around if you don’t let them carry you around when it is useful?” Eighth Sister asked, quirking her mandibles in wry amusement.
“Do they really enjoy lifting and carrying people all that much?” Fourth Cousin asked even as her proboscis lolled out of her mandibles.
“They don’t string their young you know,” Eighth Sister said.
“They don’t?” Fourth Cousin demanded, the shock of that statement actually putting some color back into her frill.
“No,” Eight’s Sister assured her. “They carry them.”
Fourth Cousin’s charmingly wide set eyes sparkled with fascination and Eighth Sister couldn’t help smiling. The home gossip was true enough. Fourth Cousin could easily lure in some second or third brother from even the best of hives with those eyes. Her pleasant musings and unease were both cut short by the sound of pounding footfalls as the requested human came rushing around the corner, pulling his massive form up just short of them and quickly darting his bright bu tiny binocular eyes over them.
“What do you need?” he asked of neither or both of them.
“I seem to require a trip to the medical ward,” Fourth Cousin said, gesturing at her damaged joint. “Would you carry me? I think I can walk but my sister is very overprotective of us younger cousins as you can see.”
The human gave a laugh and exposed the blunt serrations of his mandible to them.
“Sisters can be like that,” he said with a nod as he bent down and following Eighth Sister’s instructions formed a couch with his arms and tenderly lifted Fourth Cousin.
“Do you have sisters?” Fourth Cousin asked as they started to move down the corridor.
“Three,” the human said, “I’m the oldest.”
Fourth Cousin clicked in approbation at the robust little hive.
“But how do you know what older sisters do?” she asked.
“I’ve got five older cousins,” he explained.
“In your father’s garden?” Fourth Cousin asked.
The human glanced curiously at Eighth Sister for explanation.
“Did you share the same living conditions or live separately,” she explained, as Fourth Cousin’s frill pulsed alternately between apology, gratitude, and flashes of pain.
“Oh,” the human said with a nod, “separately. They were the next province over. We’d visit a couple times a year.”
The human kept Fourth Cousin distracted with friendly chat but was distracted when they had to navigate a series of raised support struts that extended above the floor of the base. Eighth Sister saw the pain dominating again in her cousin’s frill and took up the conversation line that had been dropped in the corridor.
“What was the news you wanted to tell me?” Eighth Sister asked.
The question effectively distracted Fourth Cousin as her frill flushed with ensnarement, but she spoke with a commendably Motherly courage in the common language the human understood.
“That the new human as brought a musical instrument with him and is said to be quite skilled in playing,” Fourth Cousin said quietly.
The human holding her glanced down with a pleased smile and Eighth Sister easily concluded that this was the new human of which she spoke.
“Do you like music?” he asked.
“I do,” Fourth Cousin admitted, “and I have heard that this acoustic guitar music is very safe.”
“Safe as can be,” the human agreed. “Would you like me to drop by and play you a little something Earth while your leg’s in the mender pod?”
“This injury hardly requires a mender pod,” Fourth Cousin said, “but I would welcome some music.”
“It’s a date then,” the human said. “I’ll check my off hours with your sleep schedule and see what’s what.”
They arrived at the medical ward and were quickly ushered in by a Third Sister who seemed positively delighted to have a non-human injury for once. The human gently set Fourth Cousin on the bed and strode off with a promise to return with his instrument in due time. Eighth Sister noted that Fourth Cousin watched him go with focused curiosity.
“What focuses you Fourth Cousin?” Eighth Sister asked.
“When I approached you in the corridor,” Fourth Cousin stated, “I was planning on asking your aid in convincing that First Brother to share his music. I had been told that he was quite shy and very hesitant to share his skill.”
“Perhaps your source of information was inaccurate,” Eighth Sister suggested.
“I do not think so,” Fourth Cousin said.
“If I might suggest,” the Third Sister medic offered.
Eighth Sister and Fourth Cousin twitched their antenna respectfully at her.
“Humans have distinctly different rules for injured cadre-mates than healthy cadre-mates,” the Third Sister said. “Since you are injured the human is all but socially required to offer you the entertainment of his music.”
“Curious,” Eighth Sister said. “Convenient, but curious.”



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The Siege That Wasn’t A Siege–Is This Ignorance or Deep Metaphor The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 4

 The Siege That Wasn’t A Siege–Is This Ignorance or Deep Metaphor The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 4


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over Analyzes. Today we are taking a fully and completely spoilery look at “The Siege” Season 2 Episode 4 of The Mandalorian, or Chapter 12.
Do recall there will be so many spoilers in this episode. Now then.
First and foremost I want to demand if any of the creators at Lucas Film even know what a siege is, because there is no siege, or even anything that could be debateably called a siege in this episode.
There is an infiltration. There are several running battles. There is a chase scene. There are dogfights. There was no siege.
What is a siege?  

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Humans are Weird - Old Jingle

 Humans are Weird – Old Jingles


The harsh light of three suns was filtering through the roof of the basking dome and giving the Earth plants that grew from the hydroponic tubes a warm green glow. All things considered the dome was the most comfortable place to be in the searing afternoon. At least when your options were the stagnant pools and barely moving streams of the base.
Tumblesright was cuddling comfortably with the newest addition to the base. A rather phlegmatic nurse fresh from the central xenobiology University. Given that they had been silent for nearly an hour Tumblesright shifted and decided some light conversation was in order.
“Have you heard Human Friend O’Conner today?” Tumblesright asked
“He is the human who glows the brightest correct?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Yes,” Tumblesright confirmed. “His outer membrane is optimized for solar collection. That is why he has to be so careful about going out of the base shielding.”
“What happens if he goes out without his protective gear?” Shiftsindiferently asked. “I note that none of the other humans are quite so strict about layering on the oils and material shielding.”
“That is a good sounding,” Tumblesright said. “They have informed me that the rest of the humans on base have a biochemical gradient in their outer membrane that offers some protection, but reduces their ability to produces certain chemicals necessary for their immune response. Without such a great concentration of this chemical Human Friend O’Conner suffers from increased damage from the ultraviolet light spectrum.”
Tumblesright reached up a gripping appendage and patted the uppermost portion of Shiftsindiferently’s core in a preemptive gesture of comfort.
“Several weeks ago he felt the need to rush out of the base without his shielding to prevent one of the smaller repulsor transports from drifting away in a particularly heavy wind we had,” Tumblesright explained. “Once he was out he realized that all of them were being moved and so he felt obligated to secure them to the ground with sturdy cables.”
“Why did he not simply deactivate the gravitational function?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh, he had by that point,” Tumblesright said with a dismissive wave. “Apparently the wingform of the transports meant the wind gusts were capable of moving them without assistance.”
Shiftsindiferently gave a hum of respectful appreciation at the natural forces.
“With one thing and another Human Friend O’Conner was out in the solar radiation for nearly a quarter of an hour,” Tumblesright went on. “When he came back in his exposed skin, and even that covered by his duty clothing, was glowing with a fantastical and rather ominous light.”
“Was his fear causing the change?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh no,” Tumblesright said, “in the rush of the duties to preform he had actually forgotten about his danger entirely. He was quite pleased with the results when he came in.”
“What was causing the ominous glow then?” Shiftsindiferetly asked.
“The uppermost layer of his external membrane had taken terminal damage,” Tumblesright said, making sure to give his companion a soothing stroke with the information. “The glow came from a large percentage of his cells, you know those strange little bodies most of the other species seem to be made of, simply self destructed to prevent tumorous growth.”
“He lost a large portion of his outer membrane?” Shiftsindiferently demanded, stiffening his appendages in horror.
“It was gradual,” Tumblesright assured him, slipping several appendages of his own into Shiftsindiferently’s in a comforting grasp. “Their bodies have mechanisms to limit the danger of this very thing, however he was in such pain that he could not stand to be touched for days afterwards.”
Shiftsindiferently gave a prolonged shudder and snuggled closer to Tumblesright.
“He was well enough to jest about the situation,” Tumblesright said. “He called the process lobstering up for dinner.”
“What is that reference to?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Apparently,” Tumblesright said, “humans have a tradition where they boil certain crustacean species alive to prepare them for consumption.”
It occurred to Tumblesright that that little human tradition might not have been a comforting bit of information to add to the situation as Shiftsindiferently stiffened.
“Has he been so injured recently?” Shiftsindiferently asked.
“Oh no!” Tumblesright assured him. “That is not at all why I brought him up. Indeed he is feeling very well. That is what led to his singing.”
“Singing?” Shiftsindiferently said, relaxing and raising an appendage in interest. “I have not yet had the pleasure of hearing a human sing in person.”
“It is was quite odd but it was singing,” Tumblesright went on. “He only appears to do it unconciously and stops when he notes he is observed.”
“Does he wish to conceal the singing?” Shiftsindiferently asked with a set of disappointment down his core.
“I asked him and he assured me he did not,” Tumblesright said. “He simply only feels the pulse of the song when he is distracted and moving. You will probably have a chance to observe it randomly. If you do not I noted that he almost always starts singing when he passes the communal rest perch for the Winged at the end of their shift. He says something about the way they hold their wings inspires a particular song.”
“But how can he feel the pulse if they can observe him?” Shiftsindiferently asked in confusion.
“Humans are very contradictory creatures,” Tumblesright said.
They chatted for a bit longer before swimming out to their duties. As fortune would have it they met again just as the shifts were changing and the Winged were settling into their perches for the early afternoon communal. It was quite pleasant in itself to watch the mutual grooming ritual. Although the hundreds of swift and minute movements were far too much for an Undulate to follow in detail the sense of comradary and peace translated quite well from the flight of Winged to the pair of Undulates watching from below. In them the flight settled down and hung from their perches, wings enclosing their bodies. Some time passed but soon enough the odd double thumping of the human’s locomotion filled the room.
Human Friend O’Conner entered the building, his massive carrying container slung over one shoulder. He wasn’t singing when he crossed the corridor but as he turned the corner and passed the rest tree he began humming, and before he passed through the other door he had broken into soft song.
“Hot cross buns, hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns.”
The soft music followed the human down the corridor as they watched him go.
“Beautiful!” Shiftsindiferently observed once the sound died away. “What is the history of that song?”
“Oh, it’s quite ancient,” Tumblesright assured him. “Centuries, if not millennia old. I am told it was an advertisement for one of their baked foodstuffs at its conception but it has long sense lost that meaning.”
“Curious,” Shiftsindiferently noted. “What about a tree full of Winged could remind him of baked goods?”



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NOPE - Ya’ll’re Just Plain WRONG About the Mandalorian – This Clearly Isn’t the Show You Think It Is

 NOPE - Ya’ll’re Just Plain WRONG About the Mandalorian – This Clearly Isn’t the Show You Think It Is


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanlyzes. Today we are going to look at what kind of show the Mandalorian is exactly. Now I know that is a funny sort of question. Isn’t it obvious what the show is about? Its single greatest selling point is how simple it is after all. However there really does seem to be a lot of confusion out and about in the fandom about this. So let’s take a look and see if we can figure out what the show is about, and why people seem to be having such a hard time seeing that.  

Humans are Weird – Mixing it Up

The Heiress – The Mandalorain Season 2 Episode 3- A Fake-out, A Stakeout, and Evil Calamari Take Out

 The Heiress – The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 3- A Fake-out, A Stakeout, and Evil Calamari Take Out



Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Overanalyzes. This will be the spoiler free review and analysis of the Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 3 – Chapter 11- The Heiress. WayHAY and UP she rises have I mentioned that I positively adore this show? This episode was a master class is fake outs, visual artistic brilliance, staying true to your story and the stories that came before while forging new paths for the story.


You walk into a museum and take a deep breath of that museum smell. The air is cool around you but you know museums are like this. Something about preserving the artifacts. They must be cool and dry. You thought ahead and wore a warm sweater. It is almost too warm, a heavy knit thing that some uncle loaned your father in the far off time before you were. You let the fraying sleeves slip down past your hands as you wander towards the exhibit of paintings that the museum has been advertising for weeks. The initial crowds have come and gone. A single school group trots after an eager young teacher and you drift away from them to examine the paintings.
One catches your eye. It is mostly shades of blue and brown. A fishing port from a hundred years ago in some northern Eurasian coast. Dark clouds crowd the sky, the foreground is full of a thousand things, familiar and alien at the same time, fishing nets, pulleys interwoven with ropes, buckets, all just subtly different, made alien instead of merely mundane by the passage of that great old enemy, time.
Then you note what caught your eye. The old fisher man in the foreground, the one who glares at you from over his shoulder for interpreting his work, he is wearing the same sweater as you. Even in the broad stokes of the oil paint you can see the weave of the wool and you smile as you curl your fingers in the soft threads. You and this alien being share something.

The Passenger – The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 2 FULL Spoiler Review

 The Passenger – The Mandalorian Season 2 Episode 2 FULL Spoiler Review


Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams Over-analyzes. Today we are taking a fully spoilery look at Chapter 10 of the Mandalorian. There is just so much to go over that I think I will get three or four videos out of it. I am just going to start with what storytelling elements really stuck out to me about this episode.

Humans are Weird - Omnivorous - Audio Narration

Hello my wonderful viewers and welcome to another episode of Betty Adams over-analyzes. Today we are taking a look at the burning question of why, exactly, Mitch Williams has over one-hundred times the amount of data in his gauntlet than Five or Miko do.

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Greetings and Salutations my fellow sapient beings! Would you like a book on your shelf that will always be good for a laugh? Humans are Weird: I Have the Data will be just that. A collection of short stories that will give you a comfortable chuckle and perhaps, just perhaps renew your faith in humanity. I am Quilx’tch, Roving Nutritional anthropologist currently attached to the Survey Ranger Core and I need your help. You see over the past several years I have collected a large body of data (over 60,00 words) on the newest addition to our galactic community. The species know as Homo sapiens or our friends the humans. Now I am sure you have all heard, felt, seen, or sensed in your own way the stories of the bizarre and often contradictory stories of humanity. How they will softly say ‘ow’ even before they know they are hurt in a safe environment, yet will literally walk themselves to death before admitting an injury in a hostile environment. How they will willingly starve themselves until their mass had dropped to half its optimum state to feed a friend, but will fight over the last tater tot in the cafeteria. You have know the strange rules that govern our interactions with them from immediately forbidding any activity that makes an adult human giggle for more than fifteen seconds to how to respond to a human who is darkly chuckling. You have perhaps touched for yourself the strange, nearly hairless outer membrane of these humans flush with their radiant bio-energy and seen the biolights dancing across their stripped skin. You have read the questions presented to the central university. Is it true that they are ignorant of their own beauty? Is is true that they will attempt to pet, tame, and domesticate the most dangerous apex predator in any location? Is it true that they name their appendages? Through my own observations and through records from other observers I have striven to answer these perplexing questions. However the Central University has had to direct all funding to the documentation and post event analysis of the so called “noodle incident” as the humans involved had remained obdurate in their refusal to talk about the matter and I have had to seek other funding sources to publish my work. Thus I have submitted my body of evidence to the Earth Based company Indigogo in a quest for funding. Please share this video around and spread the word. If you want the answers to the pressing question of why humans will go slightly out of their way to step on a crunchy leaf please choose your funding tier and purchase a copy of Humans are Weird – I Have the Data.


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