Fertilizer for a field.
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.
Fertilizer for a field.
As someone who has moved several free pianos and now tells people I will drive it but loading and unloading is on them…
They all sound like complete shit.
The piano is free, making it sound good isn’t.
But then, most people just have a piano for decoration.
As someone who never planned on playing Balatro, and was kind of getting tired of seeing it on my feed the way I got tired of helldivers 2 stuff right after release.
I would happily toss a tenner to the dev for a lawyer over this.
… Dodging?
Is that some kind of move weaklings make when they can’t take a hit?
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There’s several of us in Ohio, what if we toss Mike dewine and his ilk to Kentucky?
but provides no evidence of wrongdoing
So surely it will be rejected and nobody being sued will even need to show up since nobody even has any evidence?
Surely…
must’ve read David vs. Goliath and sided with the Goliath.
Bold of you to assume that they can read, or that they have read the Bible.
In my experience not even “devout Christians” do that last one.
Don’t care how they got it.
Unethically, probably illegally.
Well that took a sharp turn…
Clearly they never spoke to Bobby Tables.
Five) is a good one. Like “oh shit… I fucked this one up too much, I guess I’ll see how it turns out but I’m gonna start over with a new batch”
I’d love to see someone more creative with writing than me do some writing prompts with that premise. Maybe have someone from this universe ascend or something and actually confronts god as they’re spending time with their new family creation.
六> is also a good one, it reminds me of the idea that every single person is God. And when all of humanity has finally lived and died, god will become a single consciousness and join the rest of their kind. It kind of pairs poetically with Carl Sagan’s Pale Blue Dot.
The way I figure it, one of a few possibilities is true:
1 there is a god. He lets all the bad shit happen, and therefore isn’t worthy of dedication.
B: there is no god. Shit happens. Nobody is there to be worthy of dedication.
III- there is a god. It kicked off the big bang and sat back to watch. Either it has the ability to affect positive change and doesn’t, or it can’t. In which case, it’s still not worthy of dedication.
The end result is the same for me
“Slow, or quick?”
Sweet baby deity, I hate sidewalk blockers.
I had a bruise for months on my shin because some douche nozzle parked with a hitch sticking almost to the other side of the 4ft sidewalk.
If you can’t park nicely inside the space, at least have the decency to walk your happy ass across the parking lot and park in the back.
My wife is super bad at not volunteering information.
She’s partially deaf and a few other issues that make phone conversations hard, so she often asks me to sit in and listen to explain anything she didn’t catch, and make sure she heard everything correctly.
I’m often making the neck cut “stop talking/mute mic” motion to get her to stop saying things the other people don’t need to hear.
For instance, she quit a previous job over an employee basically stalking her while she was on the property, and screaming in her face over any imagined sleight. This employee was a problem with others as well, but who you know is more important than how you work in some places so nothing was ever done.
The other places she interviews with don’t need the whole back story of why she quit. “Safety concerns” is completely correct, and leaves out the possibility that the new job might think you don’t work well with others. She does. The other guy didn’t.
So every time she starts telling the potential employer about it, I cut her off to remind her of that.
I’m very much the “ALL my information is need to know and you don’t need to know” kind of person when it comes to things like that, and she just kind of vomits words all over the place when she feels uncomfortable.
I live just outside a no-fly zone around an airport. Maybe a mile away, slightly under.
I never take my drone above the trees unless I’m away from home because I’m paranoid about anything going wrong and my drone just taking off in one direction until it dies or hits something.
I’d rather be extra cautious and be lightly mocked than cause the airport to shut down and have the alphabet boys knocking on/down my door.
Especially since I live close enough to a military base that my drone could theoretically reach it in a flyaway, if winds are helping it along.
Note: I have been lucky enough that in four years, I have never lost contact with my drone, but the paranoia remains.
The sentence that was handed down based on the evidence should be served by the fabricators. And because punishment for the poors is extremely disproportionate (snatching $20 from a counter is not deserving of a year in prison) I say add 20% to the sentence, minimum.
Make them serve 18 years, minimum. Of course, their choices are solitary for their protection or Gen-pop.
“Cruel fascist simp and the people stuck up his ass continues to be cruel fascist simp”
Shocking.
From a certain point of view, you are 100% correct.
From a different point of view, he’s a person with meat and blood held together with a fleshy bag thing, and propped up by calcium sticks. Or “inefficient bag of mostly water” if you wish.
Not everybody is useful. Every body can be good fertilizer.