

These are Klingons we’re talking about.
Seer of the tapes! Knower of the episodes!


These are Klingons we’re talking about.
Case/chasis: 15 years and counting
Motherboard/CPU: ~5 years (currently: 6.5 years)
RAM: ~2 years until maxed out (currently: maxed out)
GPU: ~3-6 years (currently: 3 years)
I had hoped to do a new build last year, but it’s just too expensive. For now I’m planning to use what I have until it breaks.
In Star Trek Voyager: Elite Force, there are terminals scattered around to restore your health, shield, ammo, etc. Each terminal restores one of these to a max of 100 health/shield or 300 ammo.
Then there’s the terminal just before the final boss fight that maxes everything to 999. Bricks were shat when first I saw that.


But… none of those things actually contradict “stone age”. It might be better to point out that an advanced civilization isn’t necessarily defined by metalworking.
Whenever guillotines are brought up I like to point out that ~90% of the people guillotined during the French Revolution were regular commoners. And the last guy to be guillotined was the guy who had been in charge of deciding who to guillotine next.


Fun fact: no member of the Supreme Court was willing to sign their name to the Bush v. Gore decision. It was instead issued per curiam, “by the court” itself.


So stop acting politically, John.
Fun fact: the head-bang was unscripted and he actually broke his toe.


‘You cannot pass!’ he said. With a bound the Balrog leaped full upon the bridge. Its whip whirled and hissed. When suddenly the animator suffered a fatal heart attack.


Brick and mortar stores are going to extremes to compete with e-commerce sites.
Verily.


Girlish scream I’ll be there :D
The Voyage Home is the very first movie I can remember seeing, and it’s still my favorite Trek movie.
Software is like a gas: it expands to fill its container.


All experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.
I once experienced an episode of sleep paralysis with auditory hallucinations. I heard a deep masculine voice speaking in a guttural language that seemed just on the edge of being comprehensible to me. As if it were the primeval language from which all others sprang. The feel of the language in my ear was as familiar as my native tongue. I recognized the cadence, I could discern where one word ended and the next began, whether a sentence was a question, and so forth. But the words themselves were somehow alien.
I strained my senses trying to hear the voice more clearly. What horrible prophesy was I being given? What dreadful task have I been appointed? Am I the keymaster? The antichrist? Am I dying? Oh shit, that’s it, isn’t it? I’m dying and going to hell. Fuckfuckfuck. Um. I accept Jesus as my savior? …Buddha? …Joe Pesci?
Then I snapped out of it and the voice turned out to be the muffled sound of my neighbor’s TV. Praise be to Joe Pesci!


Yeah, but what about all the episodes where they didn’t detect any danger? That’s like half of TOS. By TNG it’d be hubris if they still believed they could know for sure.


It makes so much more sense to send a shuttlecraft in the first place, in every case, even if the mothership isn’t going anywhere and transporters are fully operational.
Is there air? You don’t know. But you’re going to beam me down in nothing but my pajamas? Hell no. I’ll take a shuttle with its shields and weapons and life support systems.
Bonus moment, DS9:
Random one-episode extra got the best line in the whole fricken franchise.