Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.
Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.
Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.
Every single part of this comment just screams “It just wouldn’t be proper!”
And I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to care about what’s “proper” when half my friends now have reasonable fear for their lives, not just “comfort of living” just because they are lgbtq+ living in deep red country.
I used to hate when this happened to me. Someone reviving a post from ages ago to answer a question that I already found months/years ago.
But hey, it could help someone else in the future if I didn’t go back and post the answer to my own question (spoiler alert: I didn’t) so now I just do what OP does and thank them for their time, move on with my day. Chuckle at the stupidity of my youth.
Some people get angry about things like that. Just be chill, they probably didn’t notice how long ago it was posted.
I’ve seen escalator mechanisms fail before, I could believe that’s a dual purpose for it (as well as presumably carts or scooters)
Yeah, fuck me for using a cane, I’m such a big fat fatty and want to be fat.
My 30 year old grandma car can make it to 40 before I clear the entire intersection most of the time.
10mph is less than the indoor go-kart track barriers near me are rated for.
Security theater at its finest.
Honestly, anyone who paid mild attention in chemistry class can figure out some of the easier explosives.
I vaguely remember seeing this exact joke in my geometry book in gradeschool. Probably different illustrator, but still.
Damn, I feel old now.
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I say this in nearly complete seriousness:
Always has been
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It’s insane to me how many people just grab their phone and think “I’m good to go on an all day woodland adventure!” with no water, no food, clothing for an afternoon at the mall, and not even a backup battery for their phone.
I’ve actually packed extra clothes for someonein my bag specifically because I knew they were going to regret shorts and half a t-shirt. Cue 2 hours later they’re complaining about being cold when we’re in the valleys…
“no you don’t understand! People need to suffer because muh big gubment!”
-you
“Oklahoma AG Condones Elder Abuse, Police Brutality”
Fixed the headline
Both can be true.
I never watched alien growing up, and only half-watched it with a girlfriend (sorry, good movies are great but… Boobs vs stereotypical teenager watching a movie…)
By the time I watched the movie fully, it just held no scare factor for me.
And so many dumb choices were made in Prometheus, it’s hard to take the people seriously when everyone is acting like children who have never been in space or a dangerous situation before.
The cycle:
Step 1: (as a child) “wow this movie was great, I love Greek stuff!”
Step 2: learns a ton about Greek mythology over the next many years due to interest sparked by the movie
Step 3: (likely as a teenager or older, re-watching it one day) “holy shit this movie is absolutely nothing like Greek mythology, why did I ever think it was good…”
Oooh, nice interrobang.
My favorite part of control is how they go into juuuuuuust a little bit of explaining how things work in a science way, and sometimes you can almost feel how things are connected, and then it’s like “Yeah we have no fucking clue how any of this actually works, we’re just trying to keep it all from destroying the universe and keeping notes along the way.”
And then you meet the next thing that almost makes sense. Until it doesn’t.
I don’t remember if I ever finished AW but I do believe I have the disk around here somewhere. The control dlc definitely rekindled my interest.
I mean, what were they going to do, say “yes we keep slaves, next question please”?
Control was great
I love games that make me think outside the box
Not even a little. I went out in shorts and a t-shirt for about an hour, exchanged banal pleasantries with family until my anxiety got the better of me and I had to leave, sat in a room with no windows watching old shows and snacking, and am waiting until exhaustion allows me to sleep a couple hours until I go to work on one of the two days remaining on my schedule. After that I might not have any work for months unless I can find something close by that doesn’t make me legitimately contemplate things. I have a broken tooth, some kind of respiratory thing going on, and an unmentionable medical issue that really needs to be seen by a doctor but I can’t afford one and my government insurance was denied because I made a couple thousand more this year than last year.
On the bright side, my truck is finally working again and assuming the now-slowly-leaking-while-on fuel pump doesn’t catch a spark before I can afford to have it replaced I don’t have to share a car this week. Which is nice.
Find Quinn. He has the timer.