

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.


On one hand, I have adhd and depression, and my parents definitely have at least depression. So I’m used to messes everywhere up to and including not seeing the floor for a week or more at a time.
On the other hand, I feel bad when someone gets in my car and I have to move one or two items off the seat.
“The fuck is you talkin about, I looked a buncha stuff up on my phone that’s research!”
-majority of conservatives

On one hand, I have a coworker who clearly angrily scraped his trump stickers off the tailgate, and on the other, I have a coworker who straight up held a nazi salute with an audible “heil” when he started talking about his favorite band, Rammstein.
Now I don’t know anything about Rammstein and their political views in general, but I’ve known a few Germans in my time and they all held very strong (negative) views on the nazi regime.
Most coworkers have stopped talking about politics and such in general during breaks though.


Depends on how many you eat…
Let people have their harmless fun. This hurts no one.
I hate most scarves. Mass produced ones are terrible.
Someone knit me a scarf out of merino wool, and it was super duper soft, didn’t fuzz up, and was one big möbius strip.
My guess?
Lit room: lots of things scattered around, colors, visual noise, over stimulating
Dark room: dark, not very visible, less/no noise, not (necessarily as) overstimulating
The most relaxed I have ever been was in the middle of a huge snowstorm the wind died down and the flakes were huge, I couldn’t hear anything, it was after sunset so once the flashlight was off it was pitch black, and with my coveralls, hoodie, thick coat, gloves and scarf I was warm and couldn’t really feel much of the outside. I just laid down for about 40ish minutes, occasionally seeing the dim spot of headlights from a passing car. Similar concept, dark and quiet, muted external stimuli.
You’re still more patient Than I.
It’s great that they’re rational enough to change their views in the face of evidence, even if it takes more evidence than it usual.
bit my tongue to not torpedo our relationship
I’m so glad my wife is basically no contact with her parents, because I never have to play nice with them.


I guess Google just says “fuck 'em”?
Yes, 100%, absokutely correct.
Google is a company.
Companies do not care about you. You are not a person, you are a number.


SNAKE?!
You ask a bunch of questions about a task in order to convince the client that the task doesn’t need to be done at all.
I ask a bunch of questions because I’ve forgotten half the answers already and am trying to make enough stick that I can make something close enough they don’t notice my attention is wandering while they blather.
We are not the same.

And gadsden flag, and trump flag, and thin blue line flag.
Vanilla pudding in mayo jars.
Blue sport drink in index bottles.
Chocolate cake in a diaper.


Weird, I was literally just thinking about FLoB last week, and meant to see if he ever got there.
My wife asked what I was doing, so that side tracked me into explaining the Far Lands, and we ended up playing Minecraft for the night.
I honestly expected it to take WAY longer to get there.
If I wanted to go through the process of trying to recover my facebook, I guarantee I would get a few dozen people tossing out hand emojis and saying “amen” before anyone notices I’m not talking about the christian god
I still have the VHS I recorded it on back in the day. No vcr, but it’s sitting in a box in my closet, waiting for the day when I want to see commercials for SG1 Mondays and other Sci fi shows.
Also the DVD, since I actually want to watch it every so often…
I keep introducing it to new people, but it seems to be a bit of a niche interest.
I love the idea of Objects that can do things we can’t explain.
The Lost Room is probably what got me started, and Control really scratches that itch. I absolutely love the idea of The Oldest House.

not a vibrator, it’s a “personal massager” and how dare you suggest such a device could be used sexually!