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I had my test today and it was bad, but I vindictively sliced up the study guide to make poetry out of it afterward, so it wasn’t a total loss
“Did you know that if you soak a raisin in grape juice, it turns into a grape?”
THIS IS HALLOWEEN! THIS IS HALLOWEEN!
Y E S
In other news (pun intended)
Made on breakyourownnews.com
More strike team shenanigans
All 413s
to the tune of “Northwest Passage,” by Stan Rogers
Sung at the funerals of Starfleet crew members who died in the line of duty. “In the line of duty” is to be understood as “while in good standing at all,” whether the particular crew member died on a rescue mission or peacefully in bed.
(refrain) We will gird our minds with the armor of compassion And set our course for starfields where we have not gone before To see far more worlds than one person can imagine Each nebula and wormhole is a newly opened door
We started on the ocean and we sailed from coast to coast And we mapped the planet over, every tree and rock and ghost And when the world was drawn out and the sea and land were ours We raised our eyes and turned them to the stars
(refrain) We will gird our minds with the armor of compassion And set our course for starfields where we have not gone before To see far more worlds than one person can imagine Each nebula and wormhole is a newly opened door
Each planet is a treasure, every nebula a jewel And the workings of the galaxy are strange and sometimes cruel But our duty is to guard it from the ones who would destroy And to learn and to adventure is our joy
(refrain) We will gird our minds with the armor of compassion And set our course for starfields where we have not gone before To see far more worlds than one person can imagine Each nebula and wormhole is a newly opened door
‘Tis a gift to sail the cosmos with the glory that is flight Serve the universe together, and the future will be bright We’ll go hand in hand together and both near and far we rove And the message we are sending out is love
(refrain) We will gird our minds with the armor of compassion And set our course for starfields where we have not gone before To see far more worlds than one person can imagine Each nebula and wormhole is a newly opened door
Now your wandering is over and your mission at an end You will leave us with all honor as a true and loyal friend While we cannot go together you can travel with no fear To the last and most unknowable frontier
(refrain) We will gird our minds with the armor of compassion And set our course for starfields where we have not gone before To see far more worlds than one person can imagine Each nebula and wormhole is a newly opened door
Jesse mostly just wanted a picture of the commander wearing it, he never expected Jack was so goddam sleep deprived all the time that he’d actually enjoy it.
(Also for those of you that have no idea what the hell is going on here do yourself a favor and do a google image search for “ostrich pillow” you won’t be disappointed)
No one ever asked for a continuation of this but the best thing about being an artist is no one can stop me from making excessively dumb things so enjoy
The clam before the storm
What an aesthetically pleasing meme.
I think this is it. My aesthetic. The sea, a beautiful sky, and a pun.
New Castle Herald, Pennsylvania, April 17, 1920
Wow. Just wow
(Note: I’ve been wanting to link to this for a while, but the site’s been down and doesn’t seem to be coming back. I want to preserve it, so here it is in full.)
If all stories were written like science fiction stories
By Mark Rosenfelder
Roger and Ann needed to meet Sergey in San Francisco.
“Should we take a train, or a steamship, or a plane?” asked Ann.
“Trains are too slow, and the trip by steamship around South America would take months,” replied Roger. “We’ll take a plane.”
He logged onto the central network using his personal computer, and waited while the system verified his identity. With a few keystrokes he entered an electronic ticketing system, and entered the codes for his point of departure and his destination. In moments the computer displayed a list of possible flights, and he picked the earliest one. Dollars were automatically deducted from his personal account to pay for the transaction.
The planes left from the city airport, which they reached using the city bi-rail. Ann had changed into her travelling outfit, which consisted of a light shirt in polycarbon-derived artifical fabric, which showed off her pert figure, without genetic enhancements, and dark blue pants made of textiles. Her attractive brown hair was uncovered.
At the airport Roger presented their identification cards to a representative of the airline company, who used her own computer system to check his identity and retrieve his itinerary. She entered a confirmation number, and gave him two passes which gave them access to the boarding area. They now underwent a security inspection, which was required for all airline flights. They handed their luggage to another representative; it would be transported in a separate, unpressurized chamber on the aircraft.
“Do you think we’ll be flying on a propeller plane? Or one of the newer jets?” asked Ann.
“I’m sure it will be a jet,” said Roger. “Propeller planes are almost entirely out of date, after all. On the other hand, rocket engines are still experimental. It’s said that when they’re in general use, trips like this will take an hour at most. This one will take up to four hours.”
After a short wait, they were ushered onto the plane with the other passengers. The plane was an enormous steel cylinder at least a hundred meters long, with sleek backswept wings on which four jet engines were mounted. They glanced into the front cabin and saw the two pilots, consulting a bank of equipment needed the fly the plane. Roger was glad that he did not need to fly the plane himself; it was a difficult profession which required years of training.
The surprisingly large passenger area was equipped with soft benches, and windows through which they could look down at the countryside as they flew 11 km high at more than 800 km/h. There were nozzles for the pressurized air which kept the atmosphere in the cabin warm and comfortable despite the coldness of the stratosphere.
“I’m a little nervous,” Ann said, before the plane took off.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” he assured her. “These flights are entirely routine. You’re safer than you are in our ground transport cars!”
Despite his calm words, Roger had to admit to some nervousness as the pilot took off, and the land dropped away below them. He and the other passengers watched out the windows for a long time. With difficulty, he could make out houses and farms and moving vehicles far below.
“There are more people going to San Francisco today than I would have expected,” he remarked.
“Some of them may in fact be going elsewhere,” she answered. “As you know, it’s expensive to provide airplane links between all possible locations. We employ a hub system, and people from smaller cities travel first to the hub, and then to their final destination. Fortunately, you found us a flight that takes us straight to San Francisco.”
When they arrived at the San Francisco airport, agents of the airline company helped them out of their seats and retrieved their luggage, checking the numeric tags to ensure that they were given to the right people.
“I can hardly believe we’re already in another city,” said Ann. “Just four hours ago we were in Chicago.”
“We’re not quite there!” corrected Roger. “We’re in the airport, which is some distance from the city, since it requires a good deal of space on the ground, and because of occasional accidents. From here we’ll take a smaller vehicle into the city.”
They selected one of the hydrocarbon-powered ground transports from the queue which waited outside the airport. The fee was small enough that it was not paid electronically, but using portable dollar tokens. The driver conducted his car unit into the city; though he drove only at 100 km/hr, it felt much faster since they were only a meter from the concrete road surface. He looked over at Ann, concerned that the speed might alarm her; but she seemed to be enjoying the ride. A game girl, and intelligent as well!
At last the driver stopped his car, and they had arrived. Electronic self-opening doors welcomed them to Sergey’s building. The entire trip had taken less than seven hours.
another set of ms paint valentines, rock based this time