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.

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Cake day: August 27th, 2024

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  • Assuming you spend $10 on avocado toast every day, as well as $75 on eating out for every meal, $20 for Starbucks, and ALSO assuming you have $150 worth of monthly subscriptions:

    It will take you 25 years to save one million dollars. That’s assuming you never get sick, never lose a job, never need to buy a car or have major repairs, or basically any kind of surprise expense or setback that could wipe out savings.

    To be the richest person on earth, you would need to save that money every year for over 6 MILLION YEARS










  • I once drove a decked out panto with a friend of mine around the downtown area, so imagine two pantos (fiat panda) all tricked out to look like something you would see in a hot wheels box or need for speed game, bombing around town, literally doing circles around other players.

    Armored up so they would have to break out explosives to kill us, but since we weren’t trying to hit anyone, or shoot anyone, just driving around and whenever someone was stopped just circle a few times and move on.

    Within half an hour we had about 10 people in a Panto convoy doing the same thing with varying levels of success. Sometimes it looked like a well choreographed dance, but mostly it was a cluster fuck of cars trying not to hit each other as we vibe and cruise.

    Then someone came in with a jet and ruined our fun.


  • I always see people commenting on stories like this with things like “how does anyone actually believe that/think anyone will believe that?”

    Well, that’s exactly the point. It’s not about the death being convincingly accidental. It’s very much about sending a message to others.

    You don’t eliminate the competition and agitators with the exact same method of execution for 30+ years (with a few false-flag apartment bombings thrown in for good measure) and expect to keep things covert.

    The only way they could make it more obvious is the “he hogtied himself, ate a cyanide capsule, jumped out the window and shot himself twice in the back of the head on the way down” trope.




  • The only time I’ve ever said fuck in front of my mother was when she cut across 3 lanes of traffic to get to the exit, and ended up getting stuck in the zebra divider until there was a big gap in traffic.

    When she slammed on the brake and jerked the wheel, upon realizing she wanted to make the exit I just yelled “What that FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

    Surprisingly even though I was still in high school, she never mentioned it. Either she realized she fucked up and let it slide or she didn’t hear me over the honking of cars, a semi, and the yelling of my dad and sister.