Miles O'Brien

Old people and overreacting to normal things because new ideas are scary and confusing

Name a more iconic duo

Her logic IS undeniable.

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.

Any time my father brings up stuff like this, I remind him that he and his brothers drove their car onto a frozen lake and almost broke through the ice, and more than once they bought tennis balls, soaked them in gasoline, and threw them at each other with welding gloves.

I know for a fact that he and his brothers did tons of dumb shit, and I won’t let him forget it even if he finds it convenient when comparing generations.

I say this in nearly complete seriousness:

Always has been

🌎🧑‍🚀🔫🧑‍🚀

Literally doing so right now.

Sorry I failed my solidarity test, Luigi.

Tiocfaidh ár lá!

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…”

taH pagh taHbe’!

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.

V’Ger? ominous noises in the background

Who said she’s not also an atheist? The woman was just outside the mall crying, the person who “found $200” is the one who is praising a god.

As someone who has moved several free pianos and now tells people I will drive it but loading and unloading is on them…

They all sound like complete shit.

The piano is free, making it sound good isn’t.

But then, most people just have a piano for decoration.

… Dodging?

Is that some kind of move weaklings make when they can’t take a hit?

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I believe it’s properly pronounced “Brock ‘THE RAPIST’ Turner”

My condolences to your ears and temporal lobe.

She makes me want to jump into the abyss, not just gaze long into it.

I swear to God if I hear that song one more time I’ll go Setlik III on the closest radio.