There are two things in this world I can’t stand: people who are intolerant of other people’s cultures, and the Dutch.
- Nigel Powers
There are two things in this world I can’t stand: people who are intolerant of other people’s cultures, and the Dutch.
I totally didn’t see this somewhere and start writing it on the walls in middle school:
Those who write on shithouse walls
Roll their turds into little balls
Those who read these words of wit
Eat those little balls of shit
Erm, would someone mind explaining the joke for those of us who don’t read music?
For me, it’s 1a & 1b between Whataburger & In-N-Out. I think if I’d grown up on the west coast instead of where I did, I’d probably prefer In-N-Out. Only other fast food burger that comes close (for me) is Sonic.
I’m partial to Whataburger, but In-N-Out has a similarly loyal fanbase.
South Park - not much would change since it would be only a slight increase in the number of f bombs I use.
If you have a specific institution in mind you’d like to attend, you’ll need to talk with some combination of their admissions, advising, and testing center staff.
Like a lot of others I left when spez decided to fuck everyone using the API and kneecapped Apollo.
“You wouldn’t download a car, would you?”
“Nah, I’m too busy downloading cum.”
Right, the single item restriction. Then in that case I’m spending it on rainguards for my car, none of the groceries I buy cost $100 for a single item.
Sci fi set in contemporary times on Earth. A spaceship from another dimension accidentally enters a freak wormhole and gets dumped off in our universe. Only a single human survived on the ship, augmented by some super fancy AI (that actually works reliably unlike what we have access to nowadays). Captain isn’t able to maintain orbit but is able to land out in the middle of the south Pacific. Captain & AI have no way to return to their home universe or even send a message.
Ship contains a lot of advanced technology. Captain knows the theory of it all but doesn’t know the details. Ship’s AI has schematics for everything on board but not for everything in the civilization they left - only the most commonly used parts.
Ship contains a perfectly efficient recycler and replicator, but it’s limited by speed and by internal volume of the replicator.
Ship has a medbay capable of treating any known disease or injury, but there are only four pods (normal crew size only needs four), and treating something severe like a heart attack or cancer requires a full week non-stop.
Ship isn’t designed for combat or passenger service, but is instead a giant mining ship equipped with tractor beams to facilitate harvesting ore in space. It’s about the size of a giant ore carrier from Earth, and does have some rudimentary point defense weapons to defend against space pirates.
Ship has some problems that make it temporarily not-spaceworthy, and may or may not be able to find all the raw materials it needs to repair itself for more spaceflight. It is however perfectly capable of atmospheric flight operations.
How does the captain interact with us? Is the ship able to find enough stuff to repair itself? Does the captain decide to trade favors for supplies that can’t be synthesized? Or does the captain spiral into a pit of despair at being irrevocably separated from their home?
In case you’re wondering, yes I do as a matter of fact enjoy tech uplift stories.
Apparently he likes them young. Younger than Leo Dicaprio does but older than what Jared from Subway prefers.
Some sort of bacta tank-like device that can treat all known diseases, illnesses, conditions, etc.
When I was in middle school, like a lot of us I was an idiot who had no social skills and no skill in emotional self-regulation.
One day, between classes as I walked from one classroom building to the next, I had a sucker in my hand. I don’t remember what kind (this was in the early 90s) but it was big, sweet, and on a stick.
A classmate (black) came up behind me (white), smacked the sucker out of my hand onto the ground, and laughed as he jogged onto the next building. I shouted “you fucking n-word!” at him except I used the actual hard r slur and not the circumlocution.
Neither of us got in any trouble that I can remember. No teachers, staff, or snitches were nearby.
Middle aged me has a much larger and more creative vocabulary and would have never needed to stoop so low as to use racial slurs. Also, middle aged me wouldn’t eat suckers any more because of health concerns. I’m assuming the classmate involved has similarly grown and matured and no longer smacks candy out of peoples hands for fun.
None - I’m diabetic.
But before I popped for it, I would eat too many cookies. Those & doughnuts were my two biggest weaknesses.
The Culture would be a grand place indeed
Same with me and the Game of Thrones universe
I wouldn’t mind seeing more stuff from Portishead.
Out of tacos