Verily.

Girlish scream I’ll be there :D

The Voyage Home is the very first movie I can remember seeing, and it’s still my favorite Trek movie.

I once experienced an episode of sleep paralysis with auditory hallucinations. I heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a guttural language that seemed just on the edge of being comprehensible to me. As if it were the primeval language from which all others sprang. The feel of the language in my ear was as familiar as my native tongue. I recognized the cadence, I could discern where one word ended and the next began, whether a sentence was a question, and so forth. But the words themselves were somehow alien.

I strained my senses trying to hear the voice more clearly. What horrible prophesy was I being given? What dreadful task have I been appointed? Am I the keymaster? The antichrist? Am I dying? Oh shit, that’s it, isn’t it? I’m dying and going to hell. Fuckfuckfuck. Um. I accept Jesus as my savior? …Buddha? …Joe Pesci?

Then I snapped out of it and the voice turned out to be the muffled sound of my neighbor’s TV. Praise be to Joe Pesci!

Yeah, but what about all the episodes where they didn’t detect any danger? That’s like half of TOS. By TNG it’d be hubris if they still believed they could know for sure.

It makes so much more sense to send a shuttlecraft in the first place, in every case, even if the mothership isn’t going anywhere and transporters are fully operational.

Is there air? You don’t know. But you’re going to beam me down in nothing but my pajamas? Hell no. I’ll take a shuttle with its shields and weapons and life support systems.

Wouldn’t air travel account for more transcontinental passenger traffic than cars or trains?

I’d use 90% isopropyl alcohol solution. Dampen a clean cloth and wipe away the resin.

For one, the shark is not at fault. The swimmer is. Which doesn’t really fit the overall message.

https://www.kingdomofloathing.com/

A free text-based RPG browser game with a unique sense of absurdist humor.

The one thing that bothers me about the metric system is how much of it is never actually used. No one says “1 megameter”, for example. They say “1,000 kilometers”. When you think about it, most metric prefixes are never used with most metric units.

Fair game.

Yuh

“Old money” vs. “New money” is a particularly American concept, though.

Your nervous system has finite bandwidth. The extra movement and sensation signals drown out the “need to pee” signal, making it seem less urgent. It’s also why we rub the area around minor injuries to relieve pain.

AFAIK California doesn’t require a license for ebikes.

It is a theory to explain how genie knows about things like automobiles and 20th century movie stars. It posits that these are only anachronisms if the story is set in the past, as commonly assumed. But setting it in the far distant future eliminates the problem. It also explains the apparent “magic” in the world as remnants of a fallen high-tech civilization.

Rajah the tiger? Genetic engineered. Magic carpet? Hover tech. Buried stop signs (video game only)? Ancient relic. It’s really quite surprising how well this theory fits.

Throw in the fan theory that Disney’s version takes place thousands of years in the future.

They also put children on the ship, so maybe the admiralty isn’t so smart.

On the other hand, the few things they do know about him includes that he disobeyed orders cancelling the Farpoint mission, declared red alert in drydock, and that he has conversations with letters of the alphabet.

You mean like… speaking to someone in the same room? While they’re looking at you? With their eyes?!