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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  |
Finding my way homeI had to take the bus home today. For those of you who don't know, Bridget usually drives me home after work. For those of you who now know that but don't know the next thing, Bridget got a job and her first day was today. So I had to jay-walk across two highways, take a wrong bus, end up in Southdale, catch a bus back to Eden Prairie Center, and walk home along Preserve Boulevard. And that's still better than what the metro transit website told me to do:  No feedback yetLeave a comment |
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