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.
It’s a piece of media that’s critical of a fascist regime, and the person who says it’s fake is a .ml
if they ever answer, it’ll be dismissive about how all western media is biased against china/nk/Russia. That’s as close to an explanation of “why it’s fake” as you’ll get.
You should always be critical of any media that doesn’t have a concrete source though. I don’t personally know anything about radiofreeasia, so fuck if I know how reliable they are to begin with.
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.
Having owned a couple low end printers, the ender 3 is my favorite budget option.
I’ve installed a couple upgrades, some of which I 3d printed on the printer itself, but my favorite ones are the borosilicate glass bed with a thermal pad to help spread out the heat quickly, and a dual z axis stepper motor.
If you’re not into tinkering, I’ve heard good things about Bambu, although I do not know much about them myself. Apparently they’re more user-friendly.
I enjoy working on my devices, but I would like something with more reliability than “recalibrate everything for every single print” sometimes.
It really is a hobby where spending just a little bit more will get you a ton of extra features and user experience.
Don’t care how they got it.
Unethically, probably illegally.
A person can dream.
My parents have between 1,000 and 3,000 books… Even they aren’t sure.
Last time they were neatly arranged I was a child.
Right now they have 3 floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stacked as densely as possible, 3 books deep, with as many stacked In and laying on top as can fit Ina rectangle 10ft tall, 4ft wide, and 18ish inches deep.
Plus a handful of waist high shelves, multiple moving boxes filled up that haven’t been emptied since they moved in2017 and a ton scattered all over the house…
They have more fantasy/Sci fi books than every library in a 50 mile radius combined.
I still have less than 30 books to my name since most of mine are digital, but I’ve been going to half price books looking to get physical copies of everything.
They barely watch dvds anymore since they’re spending like 100/mo on various streaming subs.
They’ve had a book in hand for as long as I can remember, nowadays it’s a Kindle but their disorganization has been present as long as I can remember, too.
Last year I watched their dog while they were out of town, and I reorganized their dvd collection in alphabetical order, keeping the various series together.
In less than 6 months it was essentially back to complete chaos. And in that time,according to them, they barely watched any dvds, they just looked through the shelves a bunch to figure out what they have.Why that requires them to pull movies out and out them back in a different spot, I’m not sure.
When I was a child, I once knocked every book off every shelf in the house.
Because I had 6 books in alphabetical order on my little shelf in my room. My mother kept rearranging them in as close a rainbow distribution as possible… I asked her to stop many times, but ultimately decided if you’re going to mess up my shelf, I will mess up yours.
Surprisingly this tactic worked, and they didn’t make me clean up the books by myself, they did most of it.
Their idea of “organizing” the books is “well most of the books in that series are close to each other, but a bunch of other random ones are mixed in, and entire genres have been rearranged many times so who knows what books we even actually have”
They have a similar way of organizing dvds. It’s infuriating.
Make every company that has a whistleblower die in ANY way face extremely heavy penalties including, but not limited to: 75% taxing on all income for a period of time as part of a fine, jail time for executives, board members, and potentially large shareholders, potential nationalization of the company, etc
Make every company afraid to have a whistleblower die. Make them want to hire private security and pay for all health expenses to ensure the person lives because the alternative is the company ceases to exist in any way that benefits those in charge.
Damn, if you keep stuffing words into their mouth, it’ll probably suffocate them.
I was going to mention how “first world problems” this is, but then noticed it’s in mildly infuriating.
Same thing, basically.
I once dropped a water bottle out of my backpack, and couldn’t find it when I retraced my hike, but I did start noticing tons of trash everywhere.
So I started keeping a trash bag in my backpack, and filling a small bag every time I hike.
I may not have found my bottle, but I’ll make sure I clean up more than I left every time I’m out.
I’ve had plenty of times where I get home and empty my pockets of the trash I accumulated with no can nearby.
And if I try to put something in a can and it falls out, I’m taking it with me because I didn’t succeed in throwing it away.
Shrugging ans saying “well I tried” as you walk away isn’t even trying.
Personally I like “Shit tends to clump together.”
And “the turd doesn’t fall far from the asshole”
I loved the Broadway musical, though I never got to see it in person.
Personally I don’t see what the big deal is with the poster. Yeah, it wasn’t the same as the original. It seemed fine to me. And yeah, they changed it to match. Also seemed fine to me.
And guess what? The woman being upset that they changed it? Seems fine to me. If my face were essentially Mike Wazowski’d off the cover of something, I’d be a little upset. Maybe not enough to make a public stir, but I’d privately bitch to people for quite some time.
I can definitely see some people considering it a PR nightmare, and do know some people who were pissed about the poster… But I just don’t get the same feelings. It’s just meh.
I’m sure plenty would say I’m just not an artist/into musical theater/whatever. Maybe that’s true.
Now let’s have this same conversation if they ever redo Fiddler On The Roof (1971), I’ll probably have much stronger opinions since I was in that one multiple times…
It’s the same society that just elected a fascist dictator-wannabe. No matter how many intelligent people you know, there’s enough to do that.
Maybe warning labels were a mistake…
You make a good point.
The sand consumes all.
… Antarctica doesn’t seem to have much in the way of law enforcement, so they likely wouldn’t deport him back to us.
Could we Try there?
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.