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.

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Cake day: August 27th, 2024

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  • A lot of comments here are displaying their ignorance of nuclear technology.

    Keep eating up the oil company talking points, I guess. “hey guys remember those nuclear meltdowns from outdated reactors that had all kinds of things going wrong because of poor design and decision making, most of which is no longer an issue? Yeah things blow up so better keep chugging away at those fossil fuels while we sabotage any investments into renewables”

    I mean goddamn, the “worst” disaster in the USA was a big nothing burger that was sensationalized by newspapers that knew how to sell a headline, and oil companies that knew how to leverage any sort of negative press to their advantage.

    When the fallout from nuclear disasters doesn’t come close to the amount of radiation out off by burning and refining fossil fuels, there is no argument.



  • I know a woman who doesn’t stutter, but has some pretty severe social anxiety. Among other problems.

    She began playing a game much like D&D but uses cards for various actions (my parents knew the game creators so we always played that with their game groups instead of D&D)

    Super shy and quiet when she started coming to the games, and she didn’t know anyone there. She just saw the sign for the group and decided to stop in (the sign basically says “welcome in, ask questions, stay for a game or two” ) and stuck around. We figure she mostly stayed for the free food.

    Once we started playing this not-D&D game, she decided to join during session 2 after observing sessions 0/coordinating/creating and session 1. Had a full character with cards ready to go, even though she hadn’t approached any of us about how to make a character or play, she was not only spot on from the start, she (in a good way) absolutely would not shut up while playing.

    Her character is (I think) everything she wants to be. She’s popular, she’s outgoing, as quick with her dagger as she is with her tongue. Basically a rogue/bard wombo combo of charisma and extroversion.

    At first nothing changed. The moment the game ends, she shuts down and goes back in her shell.

    Then slowly as we wrapped up game sessions, she would begin chatting with her seat neighbors.

    Then she started showing up early to sessions when it’s just a bunch of socializing.

    Then after awhile, she basically just stayed in character after the games, showed up to sessions already in-character.

    After about 6 months she stopped us as we were breaking things down, and had an entire prepared speech where she thanked the group for giving her something to live for.

    Apparently she was not only homeless when she first came in, she was suicidal. She just wanted a place to sit and not be judged. Then she noticed we had food. Of course everyone always greets people when they come in and offer any snacks they want. She came back for the snacks. Then she came back for the vibes. Then the game.

    She could barely speak to people before she started playing. Panic attacks when she tried. Her character is confident, and when playing with us she feels like she’s confident too.

    Now she pretends like she’s her character in her daily life. She got a job at the library we played in every few weeks. She got an apartment, got a bicycle to get around quicker. Made friends outside of work and the games group.

    I can’t remember her name, this was almost 20 years ago now, but I will ask my parents about her, I’m curious how her life turned out. I was a teenager and barely cared about some so story that wasn’t my own (cue emo music and it’s not a phase mom) but I’m sure they remember her.

    I continued to see her every so often around town when she stopped coming to the games after moving, but she didn’t go back to the library any of the times I was there.

    You never know how small a gesture might completely change someone’s life, whether it’s a huge lifestyle change or just someone being a bit more outgoing in certain situations.



  • I can confirm yahoo still exists, and they’re great for my junk mail since I don’t have anything signed into it, it was made before you needed to link any personally identifying info so I think my name is still something like “fart boob” or something like that. 13 year old me thought it was hilarious.

    Honestly if someone managed to hijack that account, either they’d quickly realize it was worthless or I’d be laughing as I tell them to have fun with their garbage, I’ll be sending some more soon.



  • People around me put cones, trash cans, and even sawhorses to prevent people from doing this.

    I’ll be honest, I have gone two extra driveway spaces to put my tires on someone’s driveway that did this when I needed to turn around. Just out of spite.

    I get not wanting random strangers pulling in all the time, I used to get that all the time due to a U shaped driveway that Google used to direct people was a turn around spot for a missed turn. But it’s not a big deal, and unless I was asleep and my dogs woke me up I wouldn’t care.

    Now, parking on a random driveway while figuring out where you are is weird to me. And also fuck all the cops who used to use my driveway to try and catch people speeding. You were visible from both sides of the road long before your radar can give you a reading. You did nothing but leech tax money.

    I have strong opinions on driveways depending on who you are and why you need it but mostly it’s “you do you booboo”


  • Cavemen? Maybe 20,000 years ago.

    10,000 years ago we were planting crops and forming cities. They weren’t built to last the ages like Rome, but dirt cities are still cities.

    Besides, Ubumfejn-Hooga-booga is the FALSE GOD. The REAL God is Ubumfejn-Booga-Hooga. But nobody has worshipped her since 12,527 B.C.E. after a high-priest got drunk on fermented fruit and accidentally swapped the name while reciting The Old Ways, and who’s gonna correct the high-Priest?