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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  • Or teacher didn’t even see this, handed it to a high school student and said “grade this stack of papers”

    I had that happen several times in science classes in 3rd-8th grade. Eventually I started arguing with the teachers in class, and boy did they not like being corrected.

    Sorry Ms Avery, you not knowing that “Pb” is the abbreviation of the Latin word “plumbum”, where we also get “plumbing” from due to its use in piping in rome, doesn’t mean I got the answer wrong. To her credit, she looked it up and changed my grade before the end of class.

    Ms hoschouli from 7th grade can get fucked though, a parallel circuit increases amperage load, not voltage load. I knew more about electronics in 7th grade than a college graduate who teaches science class, which in hindsight isn’t that impressive considering it was general science and not electronics specific… But in 7th grade, as far as I was concerned I was hot shit for knowing more than the teacher, and getting detention for calling her out in the middle of class. Never got the grade changed and I only got out of detention because my parents called the school.


  • I once got in trouble with my math teacher for saying “well if we’re just making things up, then sure [I cheated on a math test while sitting in the front of class where the teacher can see but I was using some kind of hidden code on my t-shirt that was a bunch of Shakespearean insults] . But what about all that Crack you were doing in your car this morning?”

    Apparently my "making things up"was a slightly more serious than his. I stand by it. If we’re making shit up, we’re making shit up.

    For the record, this geometry teacher was convinced I was cheating in class because I didn’t do homework. Homework was 5% of the final grade for the year according to his syllabus, I hated homework, so I figured as long as I didn’t suck at the rest of the class, I could do 0 homework and pass. I was right, passed with a 94%











  • you begin manufacturing explosives in order to demolish all future trolley tracks, trying to ensure nobody is ever forced to choose again. Misunderstanding your purpose, you are arrested, and the people cheer that a terrorist has been brought to justice. Your pleas fall on deaf ears and people insist the trolleys are good, the trolleys are necessary.

    True, it’s not a great plan. But it’s not your fault. You can never move on from… the trolley problem.




  • I never thought I’d see the day when a draft dodging felon was given a military parade for his birthday.

    For the record, fuck the draft. If they ever call it up again, I encourage everyone to metaphorically burn their cards en masse, and present a middle finger to the federal government.

    But you don’t get to use daddy’s money and connections to be allowed to stay when others have to make an actual choice to make a stand, and you sure as FUCK shouldn’t get to have a military parade after doing so.

    If the 9,000 military personnel had any sense of duty to the oath they all took, then they would refuse to go, or honestly even do the funniest thing on planet earth.

    Cheeto said it himself, “he who saves his country commits no crime”



  • That’s the point.

    Set the bar low, but just high enough that tons of people still trip over it.

    Sit back and enjoy the comment wars.

    The people who are confident but wrong are too proud to admit they were wrong even if they realize it, and comment angrily.

    The people who are right and know why, comment for corrections and some to show off how S-M-R-T they are.

    The people who are wrong but willing to accept that just have their realization and probably don’t think about it again. So do the people who don’t know and/or care.

    But those first two groups will keep the post going in both shares and comments, because “look at all these wrong people”

    It’s all designed to boost engagement.


  • It’s the texture.

    The taste is distinct, but not really bad. I don’t mind the mild flavor left over in a sandwich that had a tomato slice.

    But I can’t stand the texture of a tomato. Not sure exactly why, but even a small chunk in soup or salsa makes me gag. I blend salsa up so it’s consistent.

    And onions are both for me. A tiny piece of onion will ruin the entire burrito. From the weird crunch to the taste that lingers even after I down a few chips and half my drink.

    I go through onion powder fairly quick though, I add a little bit to a lot of my dishes.