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part of the fun of the original alien is the horror of the nostromo itself imo. it’s a cell of corporate greed ferrying narrowly-trained workers across barren space. it’s huge and yet claustrophobic, cockpits crammed with machinery giving way to yawning berths dripping chains and water. the supercomputer is named mother in a stroke of human anthropomorphization, but instead of providing comfort or protection, it’s only a courier between its creator and its wailing brood. ripley yells “mother! mother!” at a matronly-voiced computer that speaks calmly over her helplessness. the ship is full of endless details and patterns and unlabeled buttons and dials the audience can’t entirely make sense of; to do anything on the ship is a rigorous, technical process, and we must depend on the characters to know it. the internal mechanics of the ship are so alien that a literal alien can hide among the bits and bobs and not be noticed. it’s great.

my hamburger ass could never be helped

idk man i just think breed standards should be more about “hey so this is what a healthy dog’s back should look like”, “this is what a functional sled dog’s chest should be shaped like”, “this is the coat type a bird dog should have to keep warm in cold water” etc and not at all about “the dog needs to be APRICOT with NO WHITE SPOTS and FRIENDLY EYES or the judge will SHOOT YOU with a GUN so help me god”

doomed by the narrative and haunted by the narrative and a secret third thing (narrating the narrative)

Where’s the post that’s like “ maybe she’s allergic to taco bell” but they spell it like gagos bear??

i hate it when you're heating something up in the microwave and it starts to go snap crackle pop so you take it out but it's still completely cold. shut up then??