I get that it could be a one-or-all kinda firing, but in my mind, a species that could build the Halo array wouldn’t be limited by something as trivial as light-speed-lag; nevermind the fact that it was supposed to to be an “end-of-days” solution, implying that it needed to hit everything, everywhere, all at once.
So hitting the “fire all dem bitches” button should be instantaneous, to the point the flood couldn’t survive by slipping in between the firing patterns…
Wait, I thought it was a simultaneous firing?! Though since the new Shepards of the Halo Franchise have proven themselves to be pants-on-head incompetent, the lore of Halo now seems to be worth less than the spit wasted taking about it.
Steampunk, art Deco, maybe a little retro-futurism.
I don’t think Nikki Minage (spelling?) meant to say: “I want you to fart on my young”
The Retail Store Semi Related to Archery, has a policy for how we send stuff back to corporate.
The stuff that costs the most to send back and process; returned merchandise that can’t be restocked, or products that aren’t being sold anymore, but can’t be donated.
At least at my store* We can’t send a truck back without at least one Gaylord (seriously what they are called, a large cardboard bin) full of recycle plastic, one bail of compressed cardboard, and one compost bin. They absolutely love it when we send back a bin full of clothes hangers, almost enough to pay for the truck.
There are also special cardboard boxes, called repacks™ that can be folded down flat and returned to the distribution center.
So for us at least, it’s almost completely a cost covering tactic, with a side benefit of being a fairly decent recycling policy.
As a frequent devourer of Star Trek novels, this concept pleases me.
As someone who spent a week in a mental hospital after my ‘attempt’, fuck you.
The only thing I remembered about that commercial, is the number of tires changed in each shot…
“Mother Superior, we’ve discovered a case of syphilis!”
“Oh wonderful! I was getting tired of the Chablis…”
The Fifth Element
Don’t even need to watch it ever again, it just plays on a loop in my mind.
And added a shit ton of emojis to the announcement text. Thought i was on discord for a sec…
Same. Young and stupid, and I already had the Xbox…
If you haven’t experienced it on an OLED screen, do yourself a huge favor!
I’m the complete opposite. My family members are judgemental monsters, so it’s super easy for me to ignore the glances and snickers I get when I’m belting out “How it’s done” (done done!) in the backstock room.
I made a vow in my twenties: Think about how my sperm donor would handle a situation/person and do the exact opposite…
Getting my braces removed.
As a retail worker, yup…
The only thing i truly miss about Reddit was Doom scrolling the raised by narcissists sub
Edit: I just remembered a quote that your reply reminded me of; The axe doesn’t remember every swing, but the tree remembers every cut.
My DNA donors like to insist that they did “so many nice things” for me as a kid… Funny thing though, i only seem to remember the “Dad’s in a bad mood” beatings, the “you don’t need glasses, you’re just being dramatic” gaslighting to keep me blind for my first 17 years.
There’s more, but enough trauma dumping for today
Roasted asparagus is the bomb. Streamed broccoli with cheese sauce. Raw broccoli with ranch dip. Raw celery, again with ranch dip/dressing.
I see you dude/ette!