If you search for the text of the joke, you should find it from like, I don’t know, the 80s, the 90s, something like that. I mean, the joke’s gotta be 30 or 40 years old at the very least.
The new spin on it was having Data tell the joke, in my opinion.
I have been working on losing weight for a long time and I’m starting to think that obesity comes from a combination of:
Poor eating habits, often ingrained in you as you are young, consisting of:
lack of the ability to determine when you have achieved satiation from eating and instead relying on feeling “stuffed”
Psychological compulsion to finish all of your food
The concept of “comfort food” that you feel you should eat when you are feeling sad
having been mentally trained to associate “extreme flavor” with “good food”
and all of that combined with:
junk food being fast, cheap, flavorful, and ever-present
Modern food, especially the pre-prepared types, being very nutritionally deficient when compared to their predecessors of even 70 years ago, thanks to the advent of fertilizers and industrial farming techniques that emphasize caloric output over nutritional output
Modern diets leaning into high sugar and low protein and fat
overly processed wheat that simply create texture and fast digesting sugary carbohydrates
The process that I am currently working on to lose the rest of my excess weight is to focus on lower carbohydrates or non-wheat carbohydrates.
Adding bulk with fresh or raw vegetables that are low in calorie and high in mass, and mentally training myself to leave food on the plate as part of my regular practice when eating, or to prepare less than what I mentally assume is a regular serving of food knowing that should I actually be hungry, I can prepare more food.
I do my best to not eat fast food, and I try to minimize the amount of pre-prepared food items that I eat.
It is slow going, but I am not living in hunger and apathy, and I have lost 15 pounds in the last four months without making any extreme changes to my diet.
That joke is so old, but mentally hearing it with Data’s elocution made it brand new again for a moment.
Whoever goes second would win.
We are two memetic brain cells away from postulating spontaneous generation again.
Batman v Superman was insane. They tried to stuff like seven movies into one, and because there was no thematic consistency throughout the entire thing, it was just a hot garbled mess.
Why would you shoehorn the death of Superman into the ending of a Batman v Superman movie?