Yeah its a weird feeling. A mix of relief that things sort of make sense, bewilderment that I've gone decades wearing masks and stimming without realizing it, frustration, trepidation, other SAT words. Plus some suspicions about other kids I grew up with...
Bishma
I've never met anyone who retired to the middle of nowhere who wasn't back near a city within 5 years because someone's health took a turn. That includes my mother who dreamed of living in a small coast town all her life an did so after retiring, but my step-father's diagnosis of parkinson's cut that short.
There are a couple things that could stymie Captain Jackson. Is there a hungry shark on the bridge? Where is Captain Marvel's cat?
Could we swap to funions? Cold onion rings are gross and hot onion rings seem like a real problem (in context).
My 50s house still has a glass brick window facing the driveway. It's a great silhouette backdrop, if I leave the workbench light on.
Lemmings fear and respect the owl.
I don't remember specifics well enough but I was under age at the time, and I'm guessing if it was on the menu it was boozey.
Can confirm, Quarks is fun!
The Quarks Bar that was in the Las Vegas Hilton (back when the ST Experience was first running) ranks pretty high on my list "most fun things I've done in Vegas." I growled at a Klingon, drank a prune juice, and got a replica 1701-D commissioning plate. 10/10: Highly recommend (if you have a time machine).
Classic BOGF sale.
At this point I'm referring to all Lemmy meme storms as beans.
Not poopin'? That's a bean.
Moths? That's a bean.
Beans? Oh you better believe that's a bean.
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