I’ll say one thing for the two train wrecks that are Prometheus and Alien Covenant… they did give us the very beautiful and deeply disturbing prototype synthetic, David.
An android so spectacularly hard to please that he eliminated the population of an entire planet simply because they disappointed him. ‘I tell you that it’s sad but true… there’s just no pleasin’ you’ (Boom! Bap! Pow! - No Pleasin’)
core classes as undead :)
Scotty: Gaila told me that instead of being sad, I should "Go get it, girl." So I'm going to "go get it, girl."
Sulu: Get what?
Scotty: Unclear. I’ll get everything, just to be safe.
No thoughts, only Spirk Brainrot.
Picrew ->https://picrew.me/image_maker/592999/complete?cd=1okN7IKXCy
this is a far too serious, unfunny comic about spock & bones playing scrabble. i made it for ME and ME ALONE
i need him dorkier. i need him more insane. i need him insufferable. i need him full of righteous belligerence. i need him bloodier and sluttier and more deranged. i need him gayer. i need him bundled in no less than 4 microfleece blankets. i need a gallon of soup in him. i need him kissed softly. i need him punched in the face.
The main thing I get from Dylan Hollis cooking old recipes is this:
Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are great, and I suspect it’s because they were made by someone with limited resources. But they found a way to make something good, maybe even something fantastic with those limited resources, and they wanted to write it down and share with their friends so that they could also make something out of saltines and potatoes. Recipes from the 1910s and the Great Depression are written down and shared in love.
The recipes you should fear come from the 1950s and 1960s, which I’m pretty sure are written down and shared as a form of McCarthyism.
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Inevitable fansong for the bug wife 🐛