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.
My family usually get an “okay I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you later” and that’s about it.
But by then they can tell I’ve had enough of people today and want to leave so they’re never surprised.
And if anyone wants to think I left because they arrived, so be it. I am not the shepherd of my family’s emotions.
I can’t just leave without saying anything though. Not unless they pissed me off.
I’ve got a pretty nice system.
1: PANIC
B- Go
You may notice there’s no conversation before the final step. This is because my anxiety doesn’t allow me much talking until I can decompress.
It’s worked so far.
“It was great seeing you again”
“but… You just got here five minutes ago”
“SO great…”
May I… Stand unshaken…
“…thank you…”
I’m not crying YOU’RE CRYING
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.
As someone who paid enough attention in highschool chemistry to get a B, and occasionally watches Nile(red/blue) and E&I videos… I know some of these words/symbols!
Which is insane, how do you pillage most of the planet looking for spices to sell people and then have the blandest food in the world…
News flash!
This, just in: “Leaders of capitalist meat grinders prepared to lie to keep money flowing and try to pull in more”
I’m shocked.
But stabbing your neighbor isn’t exactly something most people are willing to do.
And any sort of attempt at organization leads to Alphabet Squad raids and whatever bullshit charges they feel like throwing at you after deciding you’re guilty of being a dirty commie/socialist/librul/not them.
Oooh, nice interrobang.
My parents don’t have flood insurance, but they live on a hill that’s about 150ft above the surrounding fields, and roughly 200-250ft above the closest waterway. If their house floods, then society has effectively collapsed in their state.
My sister and in-laws, however, all live within eyesight of the closest river or stream, and maybe 25-50ft above water level inside valleys. My wife’s sister’s house has had water get up to about 10ft away from the house, and STILL nobody has flood insurance.
SOME people can get away with it. Most can’t and don’t even realize it.
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.
Don’t care how they got it.
Unethically, probably illegally.
Five) is a good one. Like “oh shit… I fucked this one up too much, I guess I’ll see how it turns out but I’m gonna start over with a new batch”
I’d love to see someone more creative with writing than me do some writing prompts with that premise. Maybe have someone from this universe ascend or something and actually confronts god as they’re spending time with their new family creation.
六> is also a good one, it reminds me of the idea that every single person is God. And when all of humanity has finally lived and died, god will become a single consciousness and join the rest of their kind. It kind of pairs poetically with Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot.
The way I figure it, one of a few possibilities is true:
1 there is a god. He lets all the bad shit happen, and therefore isn’t worthy of dedication.
B: there is no god. Shit happens. Nobody is there to be worthy of dedication.
III- there is a god. It kicked off the big bang and sat back to watch. Either it has the ability to affect positive change and doesn’t, or it can’t. In which case, it’s still not worthy of dedication.
The end result is the same for me
A person can dream.
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.
surely they’ll follow up with investments into US-produced solar equipment to boost the economy and bring prices down to competitive levels, right?
… Right?
… And?
Why do we give a shit?
Why is this newsworthy?
Are we going to hear about his time working in retail soon? I’m sure it will provide deep insight to find out which store he worked at for 3 months, 8 years ago. clearly that’s relevant information.
Okay here’s the plan.
I gonna slam the door open, run straight in, and attack with the most basic of attacks I can think of.
It’s foolproof.