
“well obviously he didn’t mean that”
5 minutes earlier AND 5 minutes later
“we love him because he says it like it is and talks plainly”
Cognitive dissonance is a requirement for fascism. “the enemy is both strong and weak”
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.
“well obviously he didn’t mean that”
5 minutes earlier AND 5 minutes later
“we love him because he says it like it is and talks plainly”
Cognitive dissonance is a requirement for fascism. “the enemy is both strong and weak”
I choose to believe Private Wallace blew off his massive cock, rather than his huge member hanging while he balances on one leg.
I’m not sure why he decided to flop his monumental man meat onto a landmine, but maybe he had no choice.
Or maybe I just wanted to take this opportunity to talk about someone’s collosal dangling schlong without it being weird.
“Finish Them”
BBEG rolls nat 1 to dodge
“And a tarrasque falls from the sky, crushing them instantly. The tarrasque also dies since it fell from space. Also there’s a bowl of penunias.”
far-right commie
Malcolm Reynolds, is that you?
How long did it take German tourism to see improvement after WW2?
You can either join me in sitting around a small fire and discussing rc stuff, star trek, guns, and how functionally unregulated capitalism is destroying the planet, or you can keep moving.
I hope you’ll join me, I’m making breakfast. Eggs, potatoes, bacon, biscuits, and pancakes if you’re okay with some mildly overcooked spots.
If it’s noticeable, it’s bad design.
I’ve had games where I so far ahead of the computer, I get slowed to easily half speed, and when looking at the mini map I can see the computer catching up at impossible rates, plowing through 270° turns at Mach 7. That’s just not fun. It’s not challenging. It’s just bullshit in disguise.
I’ve also had games where I’ve been told the rubber banding is bad, but I’ve never noticed it. Maybe I’m just bad at Need for Speed Heat?
However, racing games aren’t my thing anymore, I end up just driving around chilling. Sometimes playing “how long can I obey traffic laws before someone taps me and I rage smash their car” and all that.
Rich people who want a technofeudalistic world in which they are the nobility:
Q was right about this time line, not the Prime Timeline.
And while I haven’t watched the movie in a few years, I recall them saying that modern computers were made using what they learned from the crashed ship.
Sounds like my wife’s mother.
She’s a super narcissist and has some sort of desire to knock everyone else down when she feels like she’s not getting enough attention.
You deserved better from your parents.
Do iiiiiiiiiit.
Let’s do it.
Let’s fucking do it.
I think we should do it.
MALP tumbles off into space
“Well, there goes another MALP…”
I always wondered if the Atlantis team went to recover the MALPs when they exited a space gate. I mean, it can’t get TOO far, given how slow it moves, but space is big and empty and by the time a mission gets approved it could be many miles away in a big empty void.
Super SG-1 nerd here, they often speak of the “marines” that get sent in to scout places first.
That said, the “front-line team”, as they are called here and there, gets priority on a lot of the big missions.
Besides, you really think sg-12 is capable of tackling a galaxy-ending scenario every 6-12 months? They can barely sort their crayons at chow time.
they’d have a team of petty officers led by a Lieutenant for that.
Hey now, there would be at least one Ensign.
What, you don’t think an LT would lower himself to speaking to enlisted personnel, do you? That’s lower decks stuff.
linguists
Those damn linguists, always so cunning in their ways.
And this is why I keep telling my trans homies they need to arm themselves and offering to take them shooting away from gun nuts and Republicans.
Armed minorities are harder to oppress.