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I was just going to post this.

Quark: We have a plomeek soup that many of our Vulcan customers seem to enjoy.

Only if Garak occasionally turns up to throw shade at everybody.

At the time I found it a bit dull, but certainly beautiful. I think right about now the ume blossoms should be out in Tsukigase, and Spring should just be starting.

Nice! I used to live in Yamabe.

To be fair, I briefly taught English at an agricultural high school in that region, one that (among other things) specialized in tea production.

I used to live just south of there. It’s beautiful country.

If thou wouldst salve that burn, go then into the hills below the Misty Mountains, and gather up the snow and ice which lieth there in winter, and place it upon the area so afflicted.

Thinking back, it was probably more likely to be The Exploited than Cro Mags, but my point still stands.

Yeah, they were shit, but when you and 11 other punks were crammed into one, trying to find where the show was supposed to be, and listening to Cro Mags on a tape that had been made by putting one boom-box up against another boom-box and then pressing play on one and play and record on another, they were OK.

Facing down 2017 like:

I would also like figures of the four horsemen to come alive and start walking around in creepy stop-motion too, please.

This video is more Australian than singing “Waltzing Matilda” with a bunch of drunk people in Earl’s Court on April 25.

This needs more stars.

CROIST!

“I call the big one bitey.”

Ah yes- all the excitement and romance of slogging an L1A1 through half-frozen muck.

Right on, Comrade!

It’s the Stormtrooper your grandmother keeps in a special cabinet in case the Queen comes to visit.

Yeah, I got one of these. The stupid katamari came loose and rolled off my coffee table.