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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  • A dramatization, by someone slightly baked:

    "This is my neighbor. I keep him from getting too uppity by basically making it impossible to live here, since because of Me everything is insanely expensive or they literally can’t buy it.

    As anyone who works for me can tell you, it’s not MY fault I’m doing this. It’s because I don’t like the colors of their shirt. Blame the shirt. And everyone take a look at how dumb wearing this shirt makes you look! See what happens when you wear it? You end up like him EVERY TIME! For more proof just look at all these other people who’s shirts I didn’t like and also attempted to kill (allegedly wink wink) and see how poorly they’re doing. I’m such a good neighbor. Just ask my richer neighbor. And ignore anyone inside frantically shaking their head no. Number 1!"


  • He DID seem to be moving it around better, it’s a bit of a sore topic for him so I never pried, just listened to him when he talked about it. Didn’t want to just go “so, is your arm still shit?”

    Like it was noticeably not good when he quit, and the last time I saw him he was moving it pretty much as well as the first time I met him.

    So I’m guessing him going back out and doing stuff with his hands more is helping a lot.

    My wife has mobility issues with one of her arms due to injury, and she gets better mobility the more she does complex things with her hands.

    Protip: if you ever get an injury that limits hand/arm movements, take up knitting, tabletop gaming, and/or video games. Moving your hands around small objects to do delicate things can vastly improve your dexterity.


  • He convinced his doctor to “wait a couple days to inform” him so he could give a few days notice. This was less than a week into his new promotion, too.

    Now he spends his days trapping for muskrat (big problem for farmers in the area) and sells the furs for supplemental income because disability pays shit has hobbies.

    He seemed to be doing okay last time I spoke to him. Just a little bored when he can’t get outside.


  • Anecdote time, feel free to SKIP

    My buddy’s humvee got tagged by an rpg during desert storm, everyone inside lived but most were injured. He got away with shrapnel embedded in his arm for most of the next two or three days until it all got removed. Apparently his elbow got it pretty bad.

    Fast forward to 98, he’s basically lost feeling in two of his fingers except hot/cold and pressure. “it’s not service related”

    2005, most of his hand is partially numb. “it’s not service related”

    2013, he has no feeling below the elbow, except sharp pain and extreme hot/cold. “it’s not service related”

    2015, he has deadeend feeling from his shoulder to his elbow. “it’s not service related.”

    2017, he has difficulty moving his hand now unless he’s looking at it. Spatial awareness is gone. Elbow down completely numb. Shoulder down almost completely numb.

    2017, two months later, for seemingly no reason. “It’s service related. You’re on 100% disability. You have 24 hours to quit your job.”





  • Honestly, if you mounted some of these on a couple 1kw e-bikes with fat tires and suspension for better off-roading, you could get some nice hit-and-run squads, assuming you could clear or detect area-denial weapons.

    Mount an MG on one, a recoil less rifle on another, maybe some form of rocket launcher for heavier armor.

    It’s not going to take over any countries, but a fast attack force that can clear rough terrain quickly is worth it’s weight in gold.

    5 bicycle boys vs 10000000 Gen 5 tanks and 27 lions, who wins?


  • People talk about being there “for” someone. Here being there “with” him is more important.

    When I’m depressed, having someone sitting on the couch in my living room scrolling on their phone is infinitely more meaningful to me than someone who is miles away and texting me a lot or offering to help with things. It’s probably part of my neurodivergence but having the person close in proximity while at least sort of paying attention to the room makes me feel less alone than having 10 people trying to check in on me all day.