“What was I thinking with that premarital sex prohibition? Seriously, the superstitions we act upon are..” (team physician gives him crayon to stick in his nose and up into his brain) “God hates sex” (cleared for game)

“That looked kosher ❄︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ●︎□︎□︎&︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎♓︎■︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❍︎♏︎ to me” — Case Keenum

My family rescued a little black kitty when I was 5, she lived until after I had finished law school (approximately 21 years old). The one pictured (male) was rescued as a part of a litter of six: five black cats and one tabby (female, pictured in my avatar), they both just turned 3.

Those castoff jerseys from the 1970s version of Rollerball should be illegal.

They had me fooled, I thought it was Chad Lowe.

As for his onscreen persona, he’s less a captain and more of a disgruntled transporter chief. The only way he could make it is as a 40s radio play starship captain, delivering cornball dialogue to a microphone with one had cupped to his ear.

What is dialogue delivered by uncharismatic leads without any dramatic or comedic content called? Filler? Eavesdropping?

Re: The Update. I mean, there’s no dispute that he’s a top-shelf racist asshole.

I didn’t have any lip service to give about Hollywood’s diversity programs, so I think this works out well for both of us.

He’s the Ten Commandments guy, so obviously he has a similarly Old Testament view of age of consent.

My non-avatar cat is stoked and awaiting additional internetal details.

I’ll let you know in 2025, that’s how behind I am in my TV viewing. I was just barely aware that Star Trek had a new series. I may still be on Sylvester McCoy in terms of Doctors, but I do like the “only female member of a ska band” look.

There’s a hefty leaving town after defunding a concussion study tax.

“What are y’all doing?”
“Enriching our corporate contributors and playing to scared suburbanites. Did I say that out loud? Damn, you’re good, Chance.”

He’s got three Blackberries and a Cronenbergian bioport with which to do it, ol’ Peter’s still using a telegraph and a rotary phone.

Corollary: make it clear that the only p.c. that wields any power in this devolving Gilded Age country is patriotic correctness.

PREPARE THE BRUNDLE TRANSPORTERS

Like Noah Cross said in Chinatown, “I don’t blame myself. You see, most people never have to face the fact that at the right time and the right place, they’re capable of anything.” (using dead son as political prop to smear representative and recent military widow)

Hens love roosters and Brits like toast

I never saw it and just barely remember the original movie, which I saw when I was 12 to my great confusion. I forget who played any of the Fremen elderes but I remember that Sean Young was Chani.