TNG is great but it does drag in the first season. If you don’t mind that, just watch it start to finish. But that’s boring to me. The best narrative arcs, to me, involve the Borg, the annoying quandary known as Q, and Data. So, start with the double episode premiere of TNG, and then refer to this bigass wiki for more.
cool sign to have in a bar, or a singles pad, or my house, but the physics of transporters in Star Trek is still terrifying
florida is a screwed up place, in a lot of ways, but this was fake back in 2018
nah WHAT sheeeeeeeeeeeeeyit at’s wild fucked up innit? no cap? this morning when i woke up i scratched my privates and then i scratched my eye and THEN i smelled my finger
Yeah I was working in a bingo hall turned into a call center. I was getting accosted by people foisting on me small scraps of paper with illegible scrawl. “You need to call this guy”, etc. I had no idea wtf to do.
That’s the dream I had after going to actual bingo with friends “ironically” but I abandoned them and went to the bar next door.
Edit; unsure what happened here. I guess it fits the theme a little bit
the child is… strange.
we’ve made repeated efforts to contact the Florida Guard, the Florida Attorney General, the Governor!
Random Asshat: “the Florida Guard! that we be! please gaze upon my curdled milks and slimy vegetables!”
notes:
just had a three-hour brawlfest caterwaul with the editors, who happen to be a friggin council of raccoons and opossums, and I REFUSE to be cute for this stupid book, UNLESS I GET SCRITCHES AND SNACKS
i never once even heard a coyote howl when i was living in the wild. probably need to get closer to cities where the cats and dogs are wild, like LA or Vegas or Phoenix, except I don’t know what’s surviving in the heat there now
who the fuck is jimmy dore
you talk a lot, so what’s your deal?
not so much crying. just profuse sweating, dreams of falling, freezing cold or getting burned or just waiting in an afterlife room like beetlejuice, or punching the air and the pillows
with piracy in general, you don’t really want to be noticed, so… no. slap it on the back of a street sign or the front door of a cop shop.
last i heard, cave johnson’s legal boys abandoned him, and the whole crowd of them is drinking at a seedy bar in philadelphia called paddy’s