Knowing that Tempest is among the most hot-headed of his species, I present a Maerynian joke.
Three Maerynians are sat at home when a fish swins by the window.
A day later, one of them says, "I think that was a cod."
The next day, the second replies, "No, it was a haddock."
The day after, the third says, "Everybody calm down, you don't need to fight about it!"
It reminded me of the Uryuoms from El Goonish Shive.
Also, Humanity First! is the name of the anti-mutant faction in the Whateley Universe webfiction series. So this was the week of unintentional (probably?) webfiction references, to me at least.
Some random thoughts now that WalkingTarget's summaries refresh my memory:
The whole Prime Wardens Volume 2 thing and its timing likely answers a question I had in the back of my head for a while now: Namely, wondering if the XTreme Prime Wardens showing up on the cover of Prime Wardens #1 was really "our" Wardens going through the same wacky 90s fashion phase that the real world comics did, which the XPWs were then a repurposing of. Nope, the XTreme Prime Wardens were on the cover because it was in fact actually the XTreme Prime Wardens.
(Good, because now I don't feel so stupid for forgetting to ask about it for the Prime Wardens ep along with the other questions I asked. >_>;)
Between the whole "Yeah, but, Earth, man!/But what if it was Earth?" thing, Haka in general, some of Cosmic's choices for constructs (like the double-decker bus) and some of the scenes Christopher has painted for Argent Adept (like his reaction to Wager Master throwing their fiddle contest), I now feel sort of convinced that at least 4/5ths of the Prime Wardens are actually just very tall adorable children pretending to be adults.
On the one hand, to me it makes perfect sense for an alien ambassador to like pop music since it's essentially modern folk music, and folk music in turn is essentially anthropology with a catchy rhythm. On the other hand, the fact that Tempest specifically likes happy cheery music suggests that's not actually their motivation so yeah I dunno I guess.
I do think we definitely need to start taking a fandom pool for which people end up being unexpected co-parent(s) of Tempest's egg, because if that's not a setup for such a story I'll eat someone's hat.
Much like AZ keeps getting more awesome every time he shows up in a podcast, Sky-Scraper seems to keep getting more and more adorably sweet.
I admit I never read too much into Tempest calling Miss Info by her first name because being a secretary is essentially the formal version of retail work, and in retail that sort of "friendliness" is standard (and even mandatory) regardless of actual friend relations.
Tempest and the dog turns out to be even cuter than Vernal Sonata already was, though it's still a little unclear about what the context of that particular card is. (Tempest introducing the rest of the Prime Wardens to said furry friend maybe?)
Listening again , C and A state that Tempest's culture doesn't have a concept of pets. Since pets are the result of domestication, they must never have domesticated any of their planet's animals
I just imagine someone asking Tempest about the dog and he's like, "Though I find his species incredibly friendly, I must admit a certain embarrassment, as I have yet to decipher their language."
That whole "This is my friend and I don't know his name and he doesn't know mine" is really deep, though. That's powerful.
Here in what I think is the most official thread for discussion of Podcast episode 59, where we discuss the character backstory of Tempest… I wanna talk about Haka.
Apparently, while Haka is not harmed in any significant way by lack of food, he still “needs” food, and lots of it; I’m going to assume that’s just in the sense of he won’t be content unless he’s eaten about the calorie load that a normal human of his enormous stature would need in order to stave off hunger pangs and early stages of muscle atrophy.
I have to assume that there’s a hilarious early story where a very jolly and enthusiastic Haka walks blithely and innocently into an all you can eat restaurant, and walks out in the subsequent panel having received a lifetime ban from that establishment. There’s no malice, he just took their offer at face value and ate the entire buffet in an hour.
Later on, through the diligent efforts of Briana Hawke, contacting every restauranteur’s trade union on the planet, it has been worke out as an international business standard that Haka is welcome in those establishments, will be charged a flat fee, and should restrain himself to no more than the equivalent of, say, four twelve inch supreme pizzas with two dipping sauce cups each.