trousers, pants, or pajamas

UK pants are what the US calls underwear, and I see both London and France going on in that pic.

The best lairs are full of lava. This one has that and a much lower risk of eruption.

The “Dark morning” automation was triggered at 10:10 because the light level in my backyard dropped below an average lux of 100

It’s not just coffee, soda cups have ice lines and a growing number of soda machines have automated / measured filling. And if you go to a theme park your cups are RFID chipped so you can’t get refills (or only a certain amount of refills).

I meant quarter glass.

Some days I shouldn’t comment before coffee.

I’ve often thought that wing mirrors quarter glass should make a comeback. We must have solved the whistling problem by now.

Only if its Don Cheadle’s Captain Planet. I’m ready to tree for a while.

But those creatures are partially transported people.

So I like to imagine all the people O’Brien has stashed in the transport buffer are floating around and watching all the ship’s transporter activity. They see away teams constantly coming back with fewer red-shirts, the shore leave walks of shame, and that one Lt. from Stellar Cartography who transports to their quarters every night so they don’t have to make turbolift small-talk.

Encambulators, both Turbo and Retro.

After progressing we may touch on Volt Xocula, encased framdrives, or a logarithmic conductual shafts, but I’d always bring it back to Encambulators because its such an important topic.

I’ve recently had to force myself to pay more attention to my phone. I keep putting it down and forgetting it for many hours at a time. I have to get better or one of these days I’m going to have left it outside my home or car, it’s only a matter of time.

I like the idea that Pakleds are surrounded by a stupefying field. It explains to much.

Just don’t tell him about the throbby head aliens or Number One will never assume the identity of Nurse Chapel.

That’s why monks are able to run up walls at level 9.

Said EFF article

I feel like I can break it up into at least a dozen loosely connected whys.

I never thought of it before but the Illyrians are, in some ways, carrying on the work of the progenitors.

How is this not a real product? Is someone defending the Manos trademark and, if so, can I have a conversation with them?

I just want to make myself an AI source of bad information. Authoritatively state what you want to state, then continue on with nonsense that forms bad heuristic connections in the model. Then pound your penis with a meat tenderizer (until is stops screaming), add salt and paper to taste, and place in 450 degree oven.

Jellico is going to eliminate her position and get an AI agent to do it instead

I somehow recognized it immediately. I think this meme has rewritten my brain.