I love that phrase: She’s having an emotion. Short, to the point, doesn’t intrude on privacy with needless details like what kind of emotion or how it started. Four words say it all.
The main character in the Murderbot Diaries uses that phrase because they are uncomfortable putting other labels on it. They’re a nonhuman sapient trying to figure out their place in the world, so they’d fit in pretty well with a lot of the cast here.
It’s possible that Shaenon and Jeff got the phrase from those books. I just reread the first volume, and I find it interesting how Murderbot divides sapients into four categories:
Humans
Augmented Humans (humans with the ability to directly interface with networks)
Constructs (basically robots with organic parts so they look human)
Bots (inorganic robots and AIs)
Possibly. Me, I associate that phrase most closely with this exchange from the Doctor Who short “Bad Night”:
Doctor: Rory! She’s having an emotion!
Rory: What’s wrong, Amy?
Amy: Why are you calling him?
Doctor: It’s his turn.
Amy: You two have– You two have turns?!
My wife said one of her fave fanfic writers, Astelat, had a new story out, and I asked if it was Murderbot/Transformers. It gave her pause, and she said “I’d read it.”
Tip has grown as a person since we first met him. He’s not nearly as shallow as he was. Still not that deep, though. I’d say he’s up to his arm pits and eying the deeper end of the pool speculatively.
Despite having been a science fiction & fantasy fan since roughly age six, I was oddly literal minded and linear thinking so that song confused me – it seemed as if she was saying that dog bites and bee stings were her favorite things…
She’s over and back, but her Tip-ache’s not taken in stride.
And you’re the one her springing’s for, corn-fed, and that’s not right.
And where are you now,
Now that she needs you?
Gears on her bill, oh, whatever she knows.
She’ll try for a rivet that gives her a notion.
We’ll watch her robots fall apart,
It’s absurd that these broken parts
Are just emotion that’s making her over.
Kind of bizarro, losing her soul.
But if you come with us,
Come on board, Tip Wilkin,
You know that there’ll be nobody ‘round to tell her she’s wound too tight.
Nobody ‘round in our world to put it right.
Good-night,
Good-night…
If you’re at her side, her parts are all below the bar.
And you’ve been a part of something else,
You’ve got to be her White Bread star.
And where are you now,
Now that she needs you?
Gears on her bill, oh, whatever she knows.
She’ll try for a rivet that gives her a notion.
We’ll watch her robots fall apart,
It’s absurd that these broken parts
Are just emotion that’s making her over.
Kind of bizarro, losing her soul.
But if you come with us,
Come on board, Tip Wilkin,
You know that there’ll be nobody ‘round to tell her she’s wound too tight.
Nobody ‘round in our world to put it right.
Good-night,
Good-night…
—from “Emotion,” written by Robin Gibb and Barry Gibb, sung by Samatha Sang, but, really, nobody could sing the Bee Gees like the Bee Gees.
They’ve stopped to pick up a new passenger, some guy who’s got plenty of brass for sure. To cope with emotions from Ms. Jones’s notions, it’s a guy who can surely kick ass, injure.
First star on the left, and on till morning
Unity, if she named a robot Wonder, I’m pretty sure it was after Stevie Wonder, not Wonder Bread™
White bre- is she talking about boring and / or white people?!
With Tigerlily, it’s more and than or, but yes, that is correct.
Well, “whitebread” is what they sometimes call things that are basic and a little dull. That’s why I couldn’t buy a new Chevy Cavalier when I wanted.
I believe that is one of the things she called him, but I don’t remember when. Can anyone help with this?
Fine, but Panini is already taken.
panini is a plural, it’d be panino, unless speaking of the sandwich…
Panini is what Tip named the dinosaur. Whether the word is singular or plural is kind of irrelevant now.
Oh, dear, Tigerlily must really have it bad.
Well Tip is quite the biscuit and muffin as well as a nice bit of crumpet even if he is a cracker.
And, he is very flaky, but, not a crumb.
But Rainbo is white bread, too.
Mind. Blown.
Or Bimbo
I love that phrase: She’s having an emotion. Short, to the point, doesn’t intrude on privacy with needless details like what kind of emotion or how it started. Four words say it all.
The main character in the Murderbot Diaries uses that phrase because they are uncomfortable putting other labels on it. They’re a nonhuman sapient trying to figure out their place in the world, so they’d fit in pretty well with a lot of the cast here.
It’s possible that Shaenon and Jeff got the phrase from those books. I just reread the first volume, and I find it interesting how Murderbot divides sapients into four categories:
Humans
Augmented Humans (humans with the ability to directly interface with networks)
Constructs (basically robots with organic parts so they look human)
Bots (inorganic robots and AIs)
Possibly. Me, I associate that phrase most closely with this exchange from the Doctor Who short “Bad Night”:
Doctor: Rory! She’s having an emotion!
Rory: What’s wrong, Amy?
Amy: Why are you calling him?
Doctor: It’s his turn.
Amy: You two have– You two have turns?!
I got it from my own description of my dad at my wedding. He got soooo drunk.
(Cackles) “And no one will ever know”
That is the best origin story for that phrase, Shaenon.
My wife said one of her fave fanfic writers, Astelat, had a new story out, and I asked if it was Murderbot/Transformers. It gave her pause, and she said “I’d read it.”
All this time I thought his favorite thing was casual sex.
I thought his favorite thing was makeovers.
Makeovers are occasioned by the subject having emotions.
Mmm. Now I’ll have to start at the beginning and count makeovers this time. (I counted thirty-four, er, encounters.)
Come on. His favourite thing is himself.
Ooh… nice burn.
Tip has grown as a person since we first met him. He’s not nearly as shallow as he was. Still not that deep, though. I’d say he’s up to his arm pits and eying the deeper end of the pool speculatively.
Also…
“When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so bad.”
—yeah, Rodgers and Hammerstein, yeah, those are the actual lyrics.
*Applause*
Perfect!
Despite having been a science fiction & fantasy fan since roughly age six, I was oddly literal minded and linear thinking so that song confused me – it seemed as if she was saying that dog bites and bee stings were her favorite things…
Granted, I was only 7 when the movie came out so my critical faculty was still developing.
Don’t blow it, Tip! Resist the urge to bring out therapy puppets!
(Unless they are funky robot puppets or something.)
Just what puppets he would bring out would be hilarious.
This is wonderful! Tip and Tigerlily deserve their HEA.
THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL.
I’M A PSYCHOLOGIST.
I bet the first one he meets is batard.
Well I Wonder, Wonder, Wonder… who wrote the book of love!
Sal is always calling Danny Wonderbread. Look where that got them.
The world’s largest baking company is “Bimbo Bread”.
Just sayin’….
You want to put butter on your what??
Yes. Yes, I do.
Bimbo, Bimbo, where you gonna go-e-o…
…and you can tell your friend there with you, he’ll have to go.
She’s over and back, but her Tip-ache’s not taken in stride.
And you’re the one her springing’s for, corn-fed, and that’s not right.
And where are you now,
Now that she needs you?
Gears on her bill, oh, whatever she knows.
She’ll try for a rivet that gives her a notion.
We’ll watch her robots fall apart,
It’s absurd that these broken parts
Are just emotion that’s making her over.
Kind of bizarro, losing her soul.
But if you come with us,
Come on board, Tip Wilkin,
You know that there’ll be nobody ‘round to tell her she’s wound too tight.
Nobody ‘round in our world to put it right.
Good-night,
Good-night…
If you’re at her side, her parts are all below the bar.
And you’ve been a part of something else,
You’ve got to be her White Bread star.
And where are you now,
Now that she needs you?
Gears on her bill, oh, whatever she knows.
She’ll try for a rivet that gives her a notion.
We’ll watch her robots fall apart,
It’s absurd that these broken parts
Are just emotion that’s making her over.
Kind of bizarro, losing her soul.
But if you come with us,
Come on board, Tip Wilkin,
You know that there’ll be nobody ‘round to tell her she’s wound too tight.
Nobody ‘round in our world to put it right.
Good-night,
Good-night…
—from “Emotion,” written by Robin Gibb and Barry Gibb, sung by Samatha Sang, but, really, nobody could sing the Bee Gees like the Bee Gees.
Tip, just keep in mind that she needs your help as a man rather than as a shrink.
I’m pretty sure he knows that. In Tip’s more recent interactions with Tigerlily, he has appeared to accept her as she is.
They’ve stopped to pick up a new passenger, some guy who’s got plenty of brass for sure. To cope with emotions from Ms. Jones’s notions, it’s a guy who can surely kick ass, injure.