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Even some of the things that I watched on the CBC, as a teen, would make US censors apoplectic.

That's just wrong. Stilettos are meant to be knives, not pistols.

"Hold on a minute, Wayland-Yutani!"

Potentially the most exciting thing to come out of the American space programme since its inception.

You don't want to know how many dispensaries there are literal steps off a downtown university campus.

Driving into and out of downtown Toronto it's 50/50 if I'm going to smell weed coming from another car. Then there are the construction workers who get in roughly around the time that I do, when I go in to work on-site. The number of them who reek of weed smoke is ridiculous.

They're townhouses, with separate HVAC systems.

Oddly enough, microwaved fish doesn't bother me. I still wouldn't do it, out of respect for others. In my complex the landlord stated weed has to be smoked inside the units, so that other tenants aren't bothered by the smoke. These neighbours smoked outside and I'd be smelling it at literally...

I definitely get that. I hate that smell. I was really glad when the neighbours, who smoked constantly and stayed up all hours, likely because Meth, were evicted. The problem is that I work in a university and making weed legal means they don't hide that they're smoking it anymore.

I used to get an error when I received a notification of a post to a thread, but I had that poster blocked. No more blocks, no more errors.

I've gotten it, a couple of times, from folks in Australia/New Zealand, but i have no idea if it's a common idiom there. I like "suffering from a case of cranio-rectal inversion."

As a director friend is fond of quoting, "The secret ingredient is crime."

Yup, a chase definitely hits differently when there are human obstacles.

It's gotten even worse lately. "You enjoyed this reading of an original SciFi story? OK, here's 50 suggestions for AI written slop, stolen off Reddit, and read by an AI generated voice-over patterned on someone whose content we strip-mined to create it."

If he's anything like my mother's father it was likely, "You need to get checked for Alzheimer's." They lived in Dorchester, NB, and he would routinely be found having walked halfway to Sackville.

Increasingly so. My web searches have been flagged as "possible bot activity" multiple times, over the last month. OK, I don't really show a lot of emotion most of the time and have RBF, but BOT?!

It's also shown on the big screen, on the bridge, heading towards the wormhole as it heads away from Enterprise.

Iconic hockey player, lawyer, author, and member of Canadian Parliament Ken Dryden died on Friday, of cancer, at the age of 78. I will always remember his performance in the 1972 Canada-Russia hockey series. https://www.cbc.ca/sports/hockey/nhl/ken-dryden-obit-1.7627028

The same type of person who aspires to be a Prefect in high school. I wanted to help out at dances and plays, and such. The Head Prefect stole $100 that was meant for new sweaters and used it to look like a big man, buying pizza at the end of the year. Went on to become an RCMP officer.