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.
I wonder how difficult it would be to make a heating system directly powered by solar panels. It doesn’t have to be enough heat to make a person comfortable in a t-shirt, but just enough to allow normal battery operation.
I’m sure that depends on a lot of factors like shed insulation/wall facing direction, etc, and burying the battery bank would probably be more effective.
to find an expanded & bloated lithium ion battery pack
Intrusive thoughts: “go on, poke it with a knife. See what happens firsthand”
As usual, the opponent of recycling things is simply “it’s too expensive”
The ultimate failing of the future, as always, is current reliance on capitalism.
Why recycle when you make more money by blowing up the planet and ripping out the good stuff?
Me, living next to a corn field: “ah goddamn it, not again…” reaches for mouse trap bucket
I used to be one of those “I’ll catch and release them down and across the road” but now I’m getting close to setting this place on fire.
I’ve plugged every external hole and put steel mesh on the crawl space openings. The space between the walls and foundation have been re-insulated, and every time I find a mouse hole it gets filled with expanding foam. There’s no food being left out, and the only internal source of water is a possible drip inside my washing machine. I throw mouse poison around the crawl space and put cedar shavings from my garage around everywhere I think a mouse might be able to squeeze in.
Not one jetbike flying around strafing people…
Yes, and?
It’s a scene from Star Wars Episode 2: Attack of the Clones.
Here we see the characters Anakin Skywalker (left) and Padme Amidala (right) sitting in a field while on the planet of Naboo, Amidala’s home planet. Anakin is poorly hitting on her like the awkward teenager he is.
However, instead of referencing sexual fluids, he is speaking in reference to the overall system of governance that the Republic has become.
I am not trying to be condescending so please don’t take my extended explanation as such, I just assume you have no idea what any of it is since you asked a question that would be answered if you had seen and remembered the movie at some point.
No, it’s literally “these are OURS and you CAN’T HAVE THEM”
Haha yeah I bet he hasn’t pooped in two or thr… checks conveniently placed paper calendar on the wall
Oh… Oh god…
This decade has been the longest century of my life.
Please don’t, critters live in them thar meadows
Me, at 7:01 Monday morning:
I think we can all agree it’s a good thing at least we don’t live in the Berensteen Bears universe.
Fuck that place.
You should know! I consider it important information that is necessary for life, as now you get to imagine every songbird tossing in a “cunt” or “good on ya” while twittering away.
8, but I settle into a 9 when I’m in a good mood
There was once an emergency medical flight coming into the hospital I live next to, but someone noticed that a person had parked dead center of the helipad.
The hospital was undergoing some construction, and the crew was on site at the time.
To my understanding, nobody saw what happened and no cameras caught it, but the car miraculously ended up about 40ft away from where it was parked, with orange-yellow paint scraped along one side and heavy equipment track imprints in the grass next to the pad.
The helicopter was able to land, and someone had to decide whether they wanted to admit to blocking the helipad and try to blame the construction company for damages, or let it go and drive around with a big dent in one side of the car.
English IS my first language and it still tripped me up. It’s an easy thing to swap, especially without much context.
I read it as “to break off” not “to temporarily interrupt”
I respect drag.
I cannot respect showering corporations with money to buy lights to cover your already unnecessarily large mcmansion in gaudy baubles, and waste enormous amounts of electricity for over a month just so everyone can see how much more “festive” you are than your neighbor.
The money wasted on the setup in just one of these pictures alone could feed dozens of homeless for a month. And I think feeding the hungry fits in way better with the supposed theme of Christmas.
I feel personally attacked.
I’m sorry everyone, I just like commenting and talking to people more than trying to be creative.
I always deadpan people who say that, make my index/middle fingers to form a V shape, then force the corners of my mouth up.
You want a smile? Go find someone who’s happy. You want service? Don’t tell me what to do and I’m willing to try and help.
It usually got a chuckle, but sometimes the person would get uncomfortable and leave like they think I’m about to stab them or something.
Or I tell them my grandmother died.
Hey now we can both be uncomfortable and wishing you hadn’t said anything!