He wouldn’t steal them, though (though if you recently buried a dead pet in your lawn he might dig that up).

He prefers roadkill, doesn’t fit his taste if it’s fresh.

Adulthood.

Cherenkov Blue.

Because it’s metal as fuck, that’s why. Electromagnetic equivalent of a sonic boom.

Also, it’s pretty:

Cats are obligate carnivores with an excellent sense of smell, evolved to eat freshly hunted meat and little else, who’ll have to be very hungry before they eat anything remotely past due date.

We’re omnivores who’ll eat pretty much anything including stuff that’d kill most other animals that’d try to eat it (seriously, look up the long lists of “normal” foods you can’t feed your pets because they’d kill them); we call deadly toxins that plants have evolved over hundreds of millions of years to be as inedible as possible “spices” and “drugs”, and consume them for fun. We’ll let perfectly good food rot and ferment for months before we eat it because it somehow makes it better for our tastes.

No, we’re most definitely not the picky eaters here, not even when compared to dogs, much less when compared to cats.

As for the ocean, everything in it comes with concentrations of mercury and other heavy elements and industrial waste that are harmful even to us, extremely high percentages of microplastics, and a vast variety of parasites that require anything we get from the ocean to be flash frozen before it can be considered safe to eat (if we ignore the heavy metals and plastics and other shit).

Plus, of course, every bit of crap ever produced on the planet ends up there… if homeopathy was real ocean water would be a fucking universal panacea, the amount of shit it’s got dissolved in it.

I’ve always assumed most of the “food” we get from the big liquid dumpster we call sea wouldn’t be sellable (to humans or other animals) if anything remotely resembling quality control applied to it… if anything, I’d assume the least worst bits go to the cats, since they’re much pickier eaters than us, and have less tolerance for toxins…

some cat food is indistinguishable from canned tuna

This might be saying more about canned tuna than about cat food… (and I love canned tuna).

Mother Teresa looks like a supermodel

Mother Theresa was a monster who got off on the suffering of others.

CEOs and similar psychopaths don’t, though.

(Though those already tend to have the intelligence of a particularly stupid dog anyway, so I don’t really see how this would change anything.)

So people need to be bound by EULAs that they don’t click to agree?

People…? No. And whether they clicked to agree or not should be irrelevant; EULAs should be unenforceable.

Journalists and their employers…? Neither… but then developers don’t have any obligation to provide them with review copies in the future either.

In an industry that depends on mutual goodwill, trust, and agreement, bypassing the implied NDA was completely legal… but profoundly stupid, disingenuous, and unprofessional.

The Verge decided to burn bridges it had probably taken decades to build, for the sake of one single article. It was their right and prerogative to do it, nothing illegal about it, they had no obligation to follow the EULA.

But Valve has no obligation to let them play their invite-only beta either, or to provide them with review copies in the future, and neither has any other developer.

We’ll see how it works out for the Verge in the future.

Something from Iain M. Banks The Culture. The best books, like Excession would probably be hard to adapt due to the protagonists being mostly ships, but others like Consider Phlebas or The Player of Games could probably make great films or miniseries (and Use of Weapons would probably be great as the later).

Probably excessively expensive in the CGI department if done well, but one can dream.