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The black hole draws you inexorably inward. Time slows. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
I'd diddle little umdidlie... if she weren't my half-sister. Abortion prevents pedophilia. In more ways than one!   Notice to all users of the Holodeck: There are safety protocols in place that cannot be deactivated without the approval of two commanding officers or the captain to protect users of the Holodeck from potential harm. However, every time the Holodeck is ever used in a nontrivial manner, no matter what the safety protocols say, the Holodeck turns into a deathtrap. Unless you believe yourself to be adept at constructing a forcefield from your communicator and 19th century Earth tools, or you're at the very least not wearing a red shirt, you are strongly advised not to attempt to use the Holodeck until a designer comes up with a safety protocol that doesn't kill you whenever somebody looks at it funny. Even when you're not on the holodeck. Or in the same quadrant. Or time period. In fact, if you are wearing a red shirt, Starfleet may not be the job for you  |
Pain in the buttSo I was in the scene shop a couple days ago, moving rocks. Big, boulder-y rocks. I bent to pick one up, and my back went out. I couldn't stand up again from the pain. I had to walk around bent at a 90-degree angle if at all. Mostly I had to move on all fours or lay on my back. After a few minutes, I was able to eventually stand up and get down to ground level (one thing I didn't mention, which I suppose I probably should, is that I was in the prop area, and I was moving Styrofoam rocks). It's gotten better since then, but it's definitely still noticeable. The fun thing was that for the rest of the day, I didn't have to do much work in the scene shop though. I think I've got an out next time I don't want to do any manual labor. 'Cuz nobody checked or anything, they just had me sit down and gave me a couple advil and left me to be. No feedback yetLeave a comment |
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