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.
The only celebrating I do is eating slightly more unhealthy, take the day off work unless it’s going to be a short day, and maybe look to see if any games in my “maybe if it’s on steep sale” list are on sale.
That’s it.
I don’t remind people, I dont expect anyone to remember, but it’s nice when they do.
My excuse for missing people’s birthdays is I DO know the date… I just don’t know what the date today is. Sure I know my sister was born on the 12th, but that doesn’t matter if I think today is the 10th and it’s actually the 15th…
So if I have that much problem, it wouldn’t be very chill to be upset with others for missing mine.
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.
People talk about being there “for” someone. Here being there “with” him is more important.
When I’m depressed, having someone sitting on the couch in my living room scrolling on their phone is infinitely more meaningful to me than someone who is miles away and texting me a lot or offering to help with things. It’s probably part of my neurodivergence but having the person close in proximity while at least sort of paying attention to the room makes me feel less alone than having 10 people trying to check in on me all day.
A dozen wasps.
Level of aliveness is irrelevant.
Use 150mb to put a low quality version of Firefly that I used to have on a Nokia phone around 2007/2008, and the rest will be my collection of ebooks.
I’ve got more than 1gb of books, but I can trim down the file size by stripping formatting and saving as plain text, and there’s a few series I could go without reading for a long time.
Guillermo Del Toro, Roland Emmerich, Ishiro Honda, and Adam Wingard all team up (successfully) to make a Godzilla movie where he and Kong fight Zilla from the 1998 Godzilla movie and a hoard of sprogZillas
Or a horror movie set in the Warhammer 40k universe, directed by Paul W. S. Anderson and Ridley Scott. Possibly tyranids, but there are so many horror aspects to choose from…
What’s the story, Wishbone?
Her logic IS undeniable.