*raises hand*
I have, at a minimum, depression and anxiety. Does that give me "c-word" privileges?
That's not really how it works. It's not a thing that someone has ``priveleges'' for. It doesn't matter who says it. The point is, if a word is used poorly, the whole language suffers. We wouldn't want to
keep massaging it until it's so vague it doesn't mean anything.
Or would we? The fact of the matter is that the word ``crazy'' is merely synonymous with ``insane''---(behaving as) not of sound mind; for using
a poorly curated metadictionary as though it were, about the vernacular, a reliable source,
that article is crazy.
As for pejorativity, beware: Justice may be blind, but police enforcement, though might be, need be not. The words one says are properly part of one's expression, but it's meaning---ever abstruse---'s interpretage requires careful examination. Upon comprehension, such interpretage may legitimately be used only negatively.
Don't like my expression style? Translate it to thine preferred---internally; this is what I do, even if explaining how to do such translation. If thou really can't tolerate it, I advise turning thine ears thither. Discussing whatever meaning, however, is leasible. What if we adopted the
non-retarded solution?
* * *
Brun's line in panel 2 is one of the more profoundly sad things I've ever seen in a web-comic. I can't recall the last time I felt this sad for a fictional character.
I like ``bad'' things due to lower consumptive competition. It's not that they're bad, as much as they're slightly less good; most such are still very good. (Entastement is easy. Nonentastement is trivial; all it takes is one taste. Disentastement is as difficult as forgetting.) More accurately: ``things that most others don't prefer.'' This seems not something important to Brun, and, I imagine, he isn't pedantic about unimportant-to-him things.
* * *
My three choices were (they're related) VespaVenger, Arthur (the alcoholics support-group moderator), and Faye's
father. That's right, it turns out, he's not quite dead! He had to fake his death ``due to external pressures'' (i.e. I have no idea why, but it's plausible enough, especially for a work of fiction.) After some time away from his family, after all the cliche pathos of being lonely, trying to figure out his new lifestyle, vel cetera, becomes jaded. After a while, his frustration at not being able to interact with his family, which has long been sublimated, is perverted into a sick sense of justice---vengence! Then, patrolling the night is he on a Harley, with newfound purpose---beating up women who mistreated their intimate partners. Alan, later, let's slip, to Faye, about this---and that he and VespaVenger are dating---which causes him to snap and take a drink. (He recounts the experience at the alchoholics support-group.) So that whole thing kinda fucks him back up for a while, but much sharper than we've seen. (When we were introduced to Faye, he was already a few years down from the initial trauma, now it's fresh.)
* * *
I get the feeling Millefeuille is going to make a drunken pass at Clinton.
It's pretty clear she abruptly decided she'd like to "click together" with Clinton. Hence the look. Who hasn't picked up on that, but will probably say "let's talk about that when you're sober" once he's clued in (assuming that happens).
Panel 2 had me cringeready for Thousandleaf to grab Clinton's recent upgrade to grab Thousandleaf 's recent upgrade; mightta spoil'd the shipping.
Clinton's expression in panel 6 when Millie makes her pass tells me that he definitely isn't interested in her as matters stand.
Also, in panel 4, Clinton probably recognized that Thousandleaf's discomforting reaction was the same as, but much less intense than, Clinton's. I interpreted Clinton's expression in panel 6 as basic frustration from the broken expectation that Thousandleaf is to say something interesting, as though Clinton is thinking ``oh, we've been over this before.''
I've experienced the incogent attention of a person with whom, were he cogent, proceeding with my explicit consent, such activity might be enjoyable; my reaction was much like Clinton's---politely tolerant disinclination.
Remember when a silicon mind would have to underclock himself and attempt to maintain cogency, potentially harming his circuits, to feel that unusual feeling? Now all it takes is a bit of software to simulate the experience, without lasting hardware damage (according to the manual, at least---who knows what they tangled into that freemium).
* * *
Also, do they actually drink it?
"We have a internal storage tank, for when we have to consume food or drink in social situations."
".... and then you just empty it later?"
"Yes."
"You're peeing out PERFECTLY GOOD BEER?!"
".... I suppose?"
"... but is it COLD beer?"
"Do you want it to be cold? I'm equipped with next-gen active cooling technology." - "what? You're a walking fridge?" - "... Crudely put, yes."
With one thing leading to another, ultimately, they're quite satisfied.
According to QFD (cf. page 715), this exists now, and, as we see, has an internet community. Quite an efficient fetish---I just might adopt it.
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