What, never?

No refunds. Force majeure. Read the back of your tickets.

Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one.

I’d like Weyoun right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Cardassia with all the other Cardies, and I want him brought right here! With a big ribbon on his head! I want to look him straight in the eye, and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is! HALLELUJAH! HOLY SHIT! Where’s the hypospray?

Force feedback codpieces.

There’s a movie where the president (actually a decoy) fakes a stroke during a speech to Congress.

https://youtu.be/pOgf3IaWlgU?t=172

252.6 hours played, last played October 2024.

It’s enjoyable, but I’ve never been really engaged with it. There’s no progression, I don’t feel like my character, equipment, or ships are getting better even though I’m upgrading things. No planet is special, even though they’re all unique.

I think it would be better if you started out in a “settled” region with interesting factions, hand-designed planets, optional quest lines, etc. The infinite procedurally generated stuff would come into play if you push beyond the edges of known space.

You may enjoy Fritz Leiber’s short story, “A Pail of Air”, which involves the Earth being ejected.

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/51461

Funny “Haha” or funny “Uh Oh”?

There is no such thing as an innocent billionaire.

Yet Trump can declassify documents by thought alone.

It may be possible…

It may not be necessary…

What, no avocado toast?

So… it’s an order, then?

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Bill Nyehilism is for me.

Hard to think of anything more useless than a bitcoin “mine”.

Depending on what counts as a “magnet”, the loss of magnetism could destroy the universe.

You have died from dysentery.

And stop sighing so much.

For soon, the quivering mass of life within me will depend on us both. Even now, I can sense it feeding, squirming, searching, questing. And shortly, it will rend my loins in twain, burst forth and pull us down, down, down into the deep, dark waters of commitment.