Kitty

publication of my eternal search for a connection

[rubedo-and-epsilon]

“I asked ChatGPT-” Yeah well I asked Lieutenant Commander Data Soong from engineering and he told me that while he could, in fact, do my physics homework, he fears that it may have a negative impact on my academic performance and that he would not proceed with this arrangement.

[bumblingbabooshka]

Vulcan teen on Vulcan [tiktok] saying "I have just lost track of my father in the grocery store." The camera turns to show the viewers the grocery store in which almost every single older middle-aged man has a bowlcut and long robes. Camera turns back to show the teen's face which is expressionless and yet communicates all it needs to.

[byjove]

I hate the gymbro side of the internet because a lot of it is extremely toxic but I once saw a gymbro meme that was like “befriending the local trans guy so I can steal his testosterone” and I think that’s hilarious and a great plot idea for a movie. Deeply unhappy bigoted red pill meathead gym rat starts trying to befriend a trans man to steal his testosterone and ends up genuinely clicking with him and going on a journey of self discovery that either ends in the protag realizing he’s gay and in love with his friend or transitioning to a woman.

[elliewhilliamsmustdie]

nahh I should live in 70s

[cosmonautroger]

love

[stillquietlove]

How it feels to have a good loving friend group

[douglasbradburyverne]

STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION (1987 to 1994) - Behind the Scenes

Other posts:

VOY

DS9

ENT

[stillquietlove]

Babe, you're reliable like picard

Compassionate like deanna

Smart like data

Charming like riker

Caring like beverly

Innovative like geordi

Strong like worf

Keep your head up babe

[stillquietlove]

Hun vil ikke se det alligevel

[animentality]

[stillquietlove]

Why do people keep talking about their polyprophylene being hard. Well, duh, else it would be polyethylene...

[miceofpardise]

I’m just saying, modern Star Trek wouldn’t have any of its main characters spend the first two minutes of a cold open reciting Shakespeare line-for-line while wearing medieval garb. We’ve lost something along the way,

[stillquietlove]

Who is gene and why is his berry rotten

[stillquietlove]

I'm at that point in my life again where the most erotic fantasy conceivable is someone loving me unconditionally and gently stroking my forehead

[stillquietlove]

My dad is snoring in the room besides mine. It's midnight. Him and a faint fan are the only sounds. Here, I would make up some analogy about watching the moon and wondering how many are doing the same, but clouds are covering the entire sky. There's no reason to lie. What I mean is that the world is a big place, and not even I can grasp it. Maybe it's only me who can't grasp it, actually. But it keeps nagging me. I write about it time and time again, and each time, the world grows. I will never find all the words before I am gone again.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

500 year plan:

Years 1-50: Obtain immortality in whatever way most enjoyable

Years 50-182: chill. Have a little treat.

Years 182-183: discover the end of the world prophecy, panic briefly but with much theatrics. Burn my wizard’s tower in lament.

Years 183-184: restore my wizard's tower. Apologize to all neighbors for the inconvenience.

Years 184-195: contact every entity of knowledge and power in search of remedies for the end of the world.

Years 195-200: in light of the end of the world seeming inevitable sit in my new tower and sulk, indulge in attempting some melancholy songs.

Years 200-220: get really invested in my melancholy songs, master the humble guitar and slowly gain some indie popularity with my band, consisting of yours truly and some other powerful entities I formed a sullen bond with in my search for ways to thwart the inevitable demise, End of the World Disposables.

Years 220-222: due to some interpersonal drama our band falls apart despite its solid claim to fame, but with some introspection and making amends I manage to stay friends with three out of the four other members. The bass player continues to sulk at the bottom of the ocean but I send him the occasional fruit basket.

Years 222-305: chill, have little treats with my newfound friends. Occasionally perform at the local bar of the town that sprouted around my tower.

Years 305-306: the bass player announces that after some consideration she is ready to emerge from the bottom of the ocean. Throw her a welcoming party and accidentally set my tower on fire again but the bass player has mastered the ocean's patience and manages to soothe the flames before they spread. I am so glad she's back.

Years 306-318: the bass player isn't quite up to putting the band back together yet but she is interested in how the world has changed during her ocean stay so we tour it together, sometimes playing music, sometimes just marveling. We spend a few years working odd jobs and eventually settle as part of a marine exploration crew, as the bass player has a lot of personal experience to offer and we can both be underwater quite comfortably with the whole immortality thing. Tell her that I am glad she's back.

Years 318-326: return to my tower to do further research into the end of the world situation, which again proves fruitless but I had to check again. Spend the rest of the time figuring out how to give my tower legs and walk it from the town to the shore so that the bass player could visit me easily. She comes and goes with the tides but I certainly don't mind.

Years 326-341: the bass player says she'd like to give the band another try and after some preparations End of the World Disposables hit the roads again, met with confused reviews as to the meaning of our over a century long absence, such as “wait, my grandma told me about them” and “how aren't these guys dead yet?”. A 120-year old venerated martial arts master comes to our first performance and after the show in tears of joy tells us how he saw me and the bass player beat the shit out of each other on stage a hundred years ago which was the most beautiful thing he ever did see and inspired his determination to master the arts of violence. The experience is largely uncomfortable for everyone involved.

Years 341-420: chill in my now-coastal tower. Share treats with the bass player who has more or less moved in. Remember to text the immortals group chat that it's been 420 years since me obtaining immortality and in the interim both group chats and weed have been discovered, which is quite nice.

Years 420-440: some scientist has analyzed the songs from End of the World Disposables and connected their themes to the motions of some celestial bodies, which resulted in his discovery that the world’s got about fifty years until it's over. Many countries are submerged in chaos and although me and the other entities of knowledge explain that the situation can't be helped, everyone is blamed and life is largely made worse for many people. I and the bass player announce sovereignty of our tower-port and I try to burn the local town hall as a show of strength but miss and burn my tower again. The bass player is too busy dueling the mayor to stop it this time. This is largely considered a bad call by everyone and I swear to never attempt such a garish display of pyromantic dominance again. The bass player runs for mayor and is unanimously elected.

Years 440-441: rebuild the tower.

Years 441-498: chill, have a little treat, support the bass player in her endeavors to establish a restorative justice system and provide basic universal income, which results in her little port being one of the places least affected by the waves of the end of the world panic

Years 499-500: contact my friends and discuss our plans for the end of the world, decide what to do in the meanwhile. Write a song for the first time in a century which ends up being quite cheesy and mostly about the bass player but she does seem to like it, so that's good.

End of year 500: sit at the top of my tower and watch the sunset over the ocean with the bass player. Something overtakes me and I yell “goodbye you beautiful bitches!” to the entire town or perhaps the entire world and the bass player laughs and that's about it. Get reincorporated into the primordial goo from which the universe is constructed.

...

Years 0-8 billion: chill, reinvent gravity.

Years 8-9 billion: form planets, atmosphere quest. Attempt at life.

...

Waiting.

Waiting.

Years 13.5-13.6 billion: sentient life. Guys start getting ideas.

Years 13.7 billion: some dude decides to attempt immortality in whatever way most enjoyable, spends over a century fucking around. Meanwhile some fucker is learning how to play the bass.

[inkskinned]

i love you vaccines i love you research i love you reading the book instead of having chatgpt summarize it i love you critically thinking rather than reacting to a headline i love you investigating the source material i love you science i love you math even though you are personally my enemy (math/yn slowburn) i love you writing even though you try to stab me a lot i love you Experts in Your Field i love you Using The Brain

[stillquietlove]

This is why I keep living to see another week