Miles O'Brien

Her logic IS undeniable.

You heard it here folks, you shouldn’t question something unless you are directly affected by it.

The first time I played that I was at the tail end of a marathon session from hyperfixating on the game.

I quit playing for a week because the cutscenes.

And of course beat it first try with no warm up when I came back…

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Most people are too lazy or stupid to take the initiative though

Full stop, go fuck yourself.

People talk about being there “for” someone. Here being there “with” him is more important.

When I’m depressed, having someone sitting on the couch in my living room scrolling on their phone is infinitely more meaningful to me than someone who is miles away and texting me a lot or offering to help with things. It’s probably part of my neurodivergence but having the person close in proximity while at least sort of paying attention to the room makes me feel less alone than having 10 people trying to check in on me all day.

A dozen wasps.

Level of aliveness is irrelevant.

“I promise I won’t get political”

two drinks later

“COME OUT YEH BLACK AN’ TAN”

Use 150mb to put a low quality version of Firefly that I used to have on a Nokia phone around 2007/2008, and the rest will be my collection of ebooks.

I’ve got more than 1gb of books, but I can trim down the file size by stripping formatting and saving as plain text, and there’s a few series I could go without reading for a long time.

Guillermo Del Toro, Roland Emmerich, Ishiro Honda, and Adam Wingard all team up (successfully) to make a Godzilla movie where he and Kong fight Zilla from the 1998 Godzilla movie and a hoard of sprogZillas

Or a horror movie set in the Warhammer 40k universe, directed by Paul W. S. Anderson and Ridley Scott. Possibly tyranids, but there are so many horror aspects to choose from…

Legit, my old job required a 90-day change, and I once logged into a system I could do monetary damage on with ease, because I took a guess at my manager’s password based on how long it had been since he told it to me during an emergency.

He did what every single person I spoke to did. “password 01” changed to “password 02” and I just tried twice, and sure enough he had changed it three times since he had told me.

While I wouldn’t be ruining the company as a whole, I could have easily fucked over the individual location because scheduled password changes just ensure people use predictable passwords.

“Okay, cool. Family knows when to drop a subject. Good luck!”

What’s the story, Wishbone?