Seer of the tapes! Knower of the episodes!
Case/chasis: 15 years and counting
Motherboard/CPU: ~5 years (currently: 6.5 years)
RAM: ~2 years until maxed out (currently: maxed out)
GPU: ~3-6 years (currently: 3 years)
I had hoped to do a new build last year, but it’s just too expensive. For now I’m planning to use what I have until it breaks.
In Star Trek Voyager: Elite Force, there are terminals scattered around to restore your health, shield, ammo, etc. Each terminal restores one of these to a max of 100 health/shield or 300 ammo.
Then there’s the terminal just before the final boss fight that maxes everything to 999. Bricks were shat when first I saw that.
Robot Chicken did it first: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iauuuhpSfRQ
political dissatisfaction
By framing it as mere “political dissatisfaction”, the author inadvertently exposes their ulterior motive. The discussion is actually about whether Trump is in his right mind.
Fun fact: no member of the Supreme Court was willing to sign their name to the Bush v. Gore decision. It was instead issued per curiam, “by the court” itself.
So stop acting politically, John.
Verily.
Girlish scream I’ll be there :D
The Voyage Home is the very first movie I can remember seeing, and it’s still my favorite Trek movie.
Software is like a gas: it expands to fill its container.
All experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.
I once experienced an episode of sleep paralysis with auditory hallucinations. I heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a guttural language that seemed just on the edge of being comprehensible to me. As if it were the primeval language from which all others sprang. The feel of the language in my ear was as familiar as my native tongue. I recognized the cadence, I could discern where one word ended and the next began, whether a sentence was a question, and so forth. But the words themselves were somehow alien.
I strained my senses trying to hear the voice more clearly. What horrible prophesy was I being given? What dreadful task have I been appointed? Am I the keymaster? The antichrist? Am I dying? Oh shit, that’s it, isn’t it? I’m dying and going to hell. Fuckfuckfuck. Um. I accept Jesus as my savior? …Buddha? …Joe Pesci?
Then I snapped out of it and the voice turned out to be the muffled sound of my neighbor’s TV. Praise be to Joe Pesci!
Yeah, but what about all the episodes where they didn’t detect any danger? That’s like half of TOS. By TNG it’d be hubris if they still believed they could know for sure.
It makes so much more sense to send a shuttlecraft in the first place, in every case, even if the mothership isn’t going anywhere and transporters are fully operational.
Is there air? You don’t know. But you’re going to beam me down in nothing but my pajamas? Hell no. I’ll take a shuttle with its shields and weapons and life support systems.
Wouldn’t air travel account for more transcontinental passenger traffic than cars or trains?
The correct technical term is magic smoke.
I’d use 90% isopropyl alcohol solution. Dampen a clean cloth and wipe away the resin.
Not the wrong way either.
These are Klingons we’re talking about.