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Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (2022-) âł 1x05: Spock Amok
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Logic suggests the easiest way to get them to go away is for you to answer while pretending to be me.
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (2022-) âł 1x05: Spock Amok
Star Trek: Strange New Worlds
⼠1x07 The Serene Squall
I sense in Spock a desire to explore his human side. So Iâve been attempting to introduce experimentation into our relationship in an effort to, as humans are apparently fond of saying, âspice things up.â
STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS 1.05 âSpock Amokâ
this might be a bold statement but I think one of the best character designs to exist in television is salem saberhagen, a warlock punished for trying to take over the world & forced to live as a cat for a 100 years, who spends his penance being a bitchy little drama queen who causes constant trouble and cries a lotÂ
an icon like no other
Bro got isekai'd
No offense to the Border Collie lovers, but abandoning its owners after a car crash to go chase sheep is incredibly on brand for a Border Collie.
As a Border Collie owner
Yea
the comments on this are impeccable but âBruce really said who is WE??â takes the cake
You know when youre watching a tiktok and youre like, ok, good premise, nice jokes, dumb humor, kinda original, but then it just picks all that up, rolls it like a thick news paper, and then squashes you like a fly with it all?
DamnâŚ
I showed this to my mom and she started crying and now sheâs upset. Thanks guys
Yeah. He'll do. đ
RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods
I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like sheâd never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I âm like âAre you gonna eat all that?â And yaâll she getâs BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell
I didnât want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Donât ask mom for spaghettis or sheâll call the damn police on you.Â
So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words âWhen I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettisâ My adult logic slams into place and is like âHang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.âÂ
So obviously thatâs not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened.Â
So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. Heâd been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.
Now I just want yaâll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.
Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying âAre you gonna eat all that?âÂ
I suspect they were trying to keep me busy and distracted while they cleaned up the corpse in the living room?!?
oh, fair enough
I often work with children and it makes me kind of sad when Iâm at work and I start talking to a small child and their parent says something like, âoh, sheâs sixteen months, she canât understand you.â
Like, 1. I know what a toddler is and 2. not with that attitude she wonât.
There are a lot of great additions to this post, but I think this also may be the time for me to share one of my favorite stories about myself.
Growing up, I spent most days with my grandmother while my parents were at work. My grandmother was a spry old Estonian woman from Saaremaa who had herself grown up on a farm, but her favorite hobbies in her retirement were reading, being a card shark, and gardening. She had a lovely backyard with a lot of flowers: both those native to Maryland and some that reminded her of her homeland. She spent a lot of time out in the garden, and my very earliest memories are of sitting in the grass watching her putter around in the dirt on her hands and knees.
So one weekend afternoon when Iâm perhaps barely a year old, Iâm at my parentsâ house on their day off, just sort of noodling around on the grass behind our townhouse. My mom thinks she hears me babbling to myself and so she quietly sneaks up behind me, hoping to maybe catch some of my first words.
As she gets closer, she notices that Iâm pulling up clumps of grass in my fat little baby hands while I mutter something. Just fistful after fistful of grass and tossing it in every direction. She gets up right behind me and finally she can make out what it is Iâm saying as I rip up the lawn:
âGod damn weeds. God damn weeds! God damn weeds.â
Christopher Eccleston deserves to deal the finishing blow
its that time of year
yall are missing this classic as well