

smacks forhead
I even went back up to double check it was goblin…
Clearly I cannot read today. I should go back to sleep…
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.


smacks forhead
I even went back up to double check it was goblin…
Clearly I cannot read today. I should go back to sleep…
And China is enslaving people currently.
I mean, the post is about the UK and we’re bringing up other countries for no reason, right?


Sorry but that “soulless” goblin is smiling contentedly in the last panel, I find it hard to believe that anything without a soul can feel happy.
… Maybe the bard is just that good?

Chucks don’t wood.
Would wood chucks chuck wood chucking wood?
Chuck chucks chuckwood would chuck.


Okay look, I have a large piece of old leather I’ve been meaning to make into pieces for my Renfaire outfit, I have dozens of pieces of steel that are waiting to become knives and other tools, there’s 20-something 3d projects in various states of unfinished on my laptop, and I’ve got 3 large woodworking projects on hold.
Of course I can start hyperfixating on a new project!
My sister and I would make people around us uncomfortable with our “fighting” but the second someone tries to butt in and take one side, we both would jump down their throats that they have no right to talk shit about the other sibling. And Your Deity help you if you actually raise a hand against one sibling, because you might catch a baseball bat in the neck from the other.
It’s like my mother. I am allowed to call my mom an asshole for certain things, but the second someone else does it, that’s not cool.
You know, quantum resonance in the Heisenberg compensators. Sometimes the dice spit out an impossible number.
Don’t even get me started on the time we rolled a natural negative


I once had the opportunity to take a really nice microscope from a school district I was working for when I was 18.
I was working on sorting all the old curriculum for 1st-12 grades core subjects for disposal/recycling and then receiving new stuff.
They were updating the entirety of all science departments and the highschool was getting rid of their old microscopes. The ones that were in working order were to be placed aside for donation, and the non-working ones simply tossed in the dumpsters.
I was allowed to take whatever I wanted that was to be thrown away, but I figured I didn’t want to spend time and money tracking down the right bulb to fix the best non-working one, and decided not to take one.
Current me is cursing younger me because I could have easily swapped out the light with a LED, and even if I couldn’t, there were LITERALLY microscopes with broken optics and working lights, and I could have just taken one extra one for parts…
Young me was dumb.
I did snag a mostly-complete rock sample set for demonstration of various geology testing techniques. Also a fist-sized chunk of silicon.
So I wasn’t completely dumb.

Ever notice the nickelodeon logo once looked like a normal splat of goo, then it became a foot?
Ever notice that some of the shoes had some odd camera angles that highlited the literal children’s feet?
Dan Schneider: 
I’m always a fan of “best possible outcome” for 20, and “worst possible outcome that doesn’t immediately kill anyone” for nat1.
If you’re 2ft tall and trying to destroy an iron wall and roll a 20, you successfully scrape some iron off the wall. It doesn’t just collapse spontaneously. If you roll a 0 1, your attack bounces off and your weapon breaks. Luckily it didn’t rebound and hit you.
It makes things more believable, however rule of cool is obviously above that. So if you can do a flip off a cliff onto the back of a dragon and convince it to attack the tarrasque for you before it eats you, and roll a 20 for all that, you better believe that dragon now considers you it’s deity, and will die in a ball of flames, acid, ice, etc, in your name while flying headfirst down the tarrasque’s throat. The tarrasque obviously dies from this, since it’s so epic.
I guess it really depends on the stakes.
I once ran a campaign of a game similar to D&D where one of the players had geared a character to be super charismatic and had an end goal of being able to persuade anyone to do anything.
She kept persuading the random side characters that helped them into joining, until they had a small army of Merry Men.
Yeah, the campaign took a back seat while they played Robin hood for awhile.
She started specifically targeting side npcs because I wanted to drop a character that was making my vocal chords hurt. They liked the npc because he was basically a child’s vision of a stereotypical pirate.
I have forgotten about a concert after paying for the tickets, I have forgotten about super important plans and didn’t even send a text to the person I had them with until about 6 hours later (in fairness I never even got a text or call from them in that time, just a “where were you, I waited” when I called to apologize) and I have forgotten my entire wallet at a restaurant. Sat it down while waiting for my card back and put the card in my pocket and left the wallet on the table.
I have also unironically said this.


The prosecution used the presence of the first aid kit they carried
Insane bullshit.
I have a kit with me every day of my life, and I’ve had to refill it many times due to using it on others.
It would be pure coincidence that I happen to be carrying a first aid kit on any given day, and if I’m going to a peaceful protest I’m bringing my trauma kit because the entire fucking world knows how cops treat protesters.
Calm down there, Shiro Ishii.

The misfits in question: you wanna take on “The Man” but your mom says you have to be back inside by 5:30 so you can go get a pair of JNCO jeans at the mall.

I don’t do it on purpose, but sometimes the speed limit changes and I don’t notice until someone passes me and I look at the GPS and see I’m going too slow.
I wait for the passing cars to get ahead of me before speeding up though.
No, it’s not possible they’re allergic to the base, as they would be allergic to their own body. Your body produces it, and you ingest it in plenty of other foods.
But hey, I’m glad you’re not a scientist, and I don’t have to hope since you’re confidently making assertions with no knowledge base to pull from, like a shitty person might do.


Personal anecdote from cooking for years for a variety of people of varying intelligence, background, and countries:
Most people claim it gives them headaches and nausea.
They “know” this because they feel it every time they eat (american) “Chinese food”
Not a single one has ever had either symptom after eating my cooking that has a little sprinkled in.
Now, I have tried to prove a point to some by informing them (many hours after the food, and asking about how they feel) that they in fact ingested MSG without issue and had no symptoms, usually to rounds of spontaneous nausea and headaches that had apparently gone unnoticed for hours until just then.
It could be that ingesting a shit-load of greasy, oily, carbs and over-eating that caused their nausea and headaches when they gorged themselves on “Chinese” food, but no, they know it’s the MSG.

Only if you’re racist, I guess.
We made it constitutionally protected via the 13th Ammendment. It’s bullshit, and one of the many reasons, IMO, why minorities (especially black people) are still disproportionately targeted by law enforcement.