The thing about Geordi treating Data like a person is that's just how he relates to technology; Data is the first machine to love him back.
The writers had him fall in love with a hologram he made of a married woman and the journal entries of a supposedly dead woman. Not only were his romantic plots with inanimate simulacra, but simulacra of unattainable partners.
Thing that jumped out to me in this is that she wants people to know that Shkreli's "villainous persona is a mask"... listen, somebody who is being a dick on purpose and is aware that they're doing it is *worse*, not *better*, than someone who is just sort of like that.
Like, can we just put that to rest? I remember when the defense of Milo Yiannopoulos was "Oh, but he doesn't actually believe the awful things he says, he only acts this way to make a name for himself" and again that is worse, not better.
If you vote for racist people with racist policies because they benefit you but you want everybody to know you don't have a racist bone in your body: congratulations, you have told the world that you know better and you did it anyway. You're worse than an avowed racist.
I like the way he talks in here about how unique creative work happens inside each person, and how he's excited to go in to work on Monday because he's full of ideas from the weekend.
It speaks to the need to step away from the tools from time to time.
Like, obviously there can be a very toxic culture where people feel like they have to be "on" even when they're off, but creative work sometimes means ideas strike you when you're not working.
And I think there can be a real benefit to letting those ideas marinate and grow while you're not actively doing anything with them.
So I was very lucky to be gifted one of these dealies and it is the answer to a prayer I've had since smartphones deprecated onboard physical keyboards: a handheld device with computer, screen, and keyboard all in one package.
When I'm writing and I'm 100% in the zone, I like a full-sized keyboard because I can basically let the words pour out of my fingers at the speed of thought.
But when I have to stop and think about what I'm writing, my own typing speed trips me up because I feel like molasses.
If I've got a physical keyboard I can thumb-type on, I can still type at a decent speed (faster than most people with any keyboard) but slow enough that it matches the rate at which I can get my thoughts in order.
So that story that Maggie Habermann was tweeting out earlier, a couple of things in that I find very positive signs: Donald Trump still has people around him telling him no, and he's letting that stop him.
I have said many times over the years that in my estimation Donald Trump is not at his most dangerous when he's cornered and wounded, but when he's feeling large and in charge. He's a bully and a coward. The more he can get away with, the more he'll try to get away with.
81 million people or so teamed up to tell him no and then a significant number of those people danced in the streets in what was possibly the largest spontaneous celebration in the history of the country, after the votes were counted and the outcome was clear.
My strongest single thought in response to watching the first episode of new The Stand adaptation is: these people seriously edited Yeats?
I guess Starkey might have been trying to get to what he saw as the really important bit and so he skipped through a bit of the really well-known lines to make sure he didn't collapse before he got to the rough beast.
Also I'm pretty sure it was canonical that he didn't know how to pronounce the name but I can understand J.K. Simmons and/or the showrunners not wanting to say "Yeets" in the present year.