Ginny [they/she]

Odo: You’d shoot a man in the sausage?

Garak: Well it’s the safest way, isn’t it?

Same as it ever was.

Ferengii, but the second i is silent.

Um, why? As a general rule, the point of running a simulation is to find out what happens under some circumstances where you don’t know what happens. If you’re imposing conditions like that, then you aren’t so much running a simulation as you are running some kind of procedural generation.

My brother in Christ, there are more consequential things to have a bee in your bonnet about than people who don’t fully type out swear words.

Scamming a bunch of NFT idiots is an arguably better funding model than promising a bunch of stuff to Kickstarter backers that you aren’t going to deliver on.

Don’t feel bad for her. She wants this. She appointed Mary-Ann Stephenson, a terf, as the next EHRC head despite objections from parliamentary committees.

That’s an otterly different name!

Drama in open source land

Redundant sentences are redundant.

I know people who are still calling Snickers bars Marathons. Telling people to let it go isn’t going to do you any good, either.

And because of that, she has a girlfriend now.

That’s the New California Republic from Fallout. There are not enough pixels to prove me definitely wrong, therefore I believe this is true.

Ostracism is how communities change people with bigoted beliefs. When communities ostracise open bigotry, most bigoted people will at least keep their bigotry to themselves, in order not to be ostracised.

True, but the fact that the photo is actually a decent photo is evidence against.

Garden peas are my favourite vegetable, or petit poi in a pinch. Marrowfat peas less so, though obviously you need marrowfat for mushy peas, and sometimes mushy peas are a must.

In general I agree, but I am going to have to ask you for a source on that last one.

My Humps by the Black Eyes Peas.

It’s one thing for a song to be bad, and this one was, but there was a period of what felt like months when I had to hear this at least twice a day because it would always be on the radio when I was on the coach to and from college.

Awful, awful, song.

You and I are enemies now.

Yeah, but unless you can figure out a way to do that simultaneously, you’re still murdering a Tuvix.

But DIS fixes this by showing that almost all of that internal space is taken up by the weird turbo lift dimension, and thus the rest of the ship is fairly busy and cramped. /j