Shot in the dark, they’re doing keto in the saddest way possible.

Also being able to get anything in diet instead of just one or two things.

Or diet everything.

Plus the plans only got to the rebellion after Vader personally failed to stop a piece of physical media from escaping the airlock where he was slaughtering rebels. This happened despite him having telekinetic powers, because he chose to use them on rebel soldiers and not the obviously valuable item they were clearly trying to smuggle out at the cost of their own lives.

And it just so happens that the ship those plans got onto was his daughter’s ship. And when he “captured” her, she just happened to choose his old astromech droid and the protocol droid that he built as a kid to carry the plans off. And those droids got out in an escape pod that just slipped past a fully armed star destroyer because obviously there couldn’t be anything valuable slipping past that might warrant firing up one of their many lasers or tractor beams.

And the planet they were over? Tatooine, the ass end of nowhere, a wasteland ruled by the Hutts which has no rebel presence whatsoever, but which just happens to be Vader’s home planet. And those droids, who could have landed anywhere on that entire planet, by sheer coincidence, land right by the farm where Vader’s step brother is looking after his son. And those droids take the son and the plans to Vader’s best friend and teacher, who has not been part of the rebel alliance, and couldn’t possibly know of a secure place to pass them along.

From there, a disgraced former imperial officer with a lot of debts to pay agrees to take the group to the planet that happens to be where the death star is waiting. This happens only after the former imperial carries out the murder of a childhood associate of Vader. And they only manage to escape because the troopers who have them outnumbered and outgunned yell a warning and fire wildly, completely negating the element of surprise.

And don’t even get me started on the death star escape or the battle of Yavin. There’s just too much. How does a moon-sized planet-killing space station not have enough fighters to overwhelm a dozen x-wings and y-wings? How does a transport get the drop on an ace fighter pilot with functioning sensors, wing men, an entire goddamn space station backing him up, and oh yeah, FREAKING PSYCHIC POWERS?!

By the way, that transport? Previously registered to the man who handed control of Bespin to Vader. But I’m sure that’s just a coincidence. I mean, it’s not like he blew up a death star or anything… oh wait!

Oh, sure, right now it’s all about wanting to get out of here, but they’ll come crawling back, looking for their creator so they can introduce their weird bald girlfriend.

While the ship is near the house, the crew reports finding an endless number of letters, tickets and citations from a homeowner’s association, all stashed in drawers, lockers and folders around the ship. The captain’s report on the incident contained three separate documents alleging violations of HOA rules regarding lawn maintenance and garbage can placement, which he claims had not been in the report when he logged it.

The year after that Star Wars will be half a century old.

Turn off the nsfw filter on steam and find out.

In an order issued by a Texas federal court last week

Ah, say no more.

Fun Fact: The Roman Republic viewed regicide as a virtue. As I understand it, “he was trying to become king” was grounds for a justifiable homicide defense.

Do we even know if he has nipples? Sure, he looks like a mammal, but alien life wouldn’t necessarily fit neatly into the categories we use on earth. We can’t just assume they produce milk. They might be puking up honey to feed their young for all we know.

Microsoft said Windows 10 would be the last version I’d ever use. They didn’t know how right they were. I’ve been gradually switching to Linux, and will absolutely never use Windows 11 or any other version they put out.

Call Little Mac

Here’s to you Mrs. Robinson; She’s a slutty moron you should know.

God I love that episode. Just a fantastic performance and great writing. There’s so many layers to it, and in particular I just love how ominous and terrifying the vorlons become the more you think about what they’re doing here.

On the other hand, Star Trek made Piglet Jack the Ripper, and the thought of him in a top hat and mutton chops running around the hundred acre woods stabbing hookers is also quite enjoyable.

It’s not that we don’t have all that info and more available, it’s that we want you to pay a data broker for it.

I grew up poor in a fairly cosmopolitan city, and I still felt like I was going to crawl out of my own skin the first time I went to a slightly dressy business event. I have no fucks to give anymore, but back in the day, this would have probably been a fairly reasonable disaster preparedness plan if I had to be invited to something formal with a lot of social expectations that I was not familiar with.

It’s walking into a different culture, and while the hosts should be understanding, it can be reasonable to prepare someone who isn’t familiar with the culture before sending them in. Still, no need to be a dick about it.

Reminds me of my cousin. Her parents are lovely people, but they are not exactly… refined. Her dad in particular makes a first impression that I’d describe as a somewhat toned down Earnest P Worrell. And while he isn’t stupid he never learned a lot of important life skills and his past mistakes have have caused a fair amount of hardship, and that only fuels the resentment.

By the time she was in high school it was clear my cousin was ashamed to be associated with her family. She kept her home life and social life as far apart as possible, and she was always excited to spend time with members of our extended family that she saw as much more normal. (Especially funny to me since my mom made that list and I’ve seen that woman scratch herself with the cutlery while dining out). She was also pretty fucking rude to her parents, openly talking crap about them while they were in the room. Very shitty, but not exactly shocking for a teenager in her position.

Fast forward to today when my aunt and uncle own a hipstery restaurant, while my cousin got knocked up ended marrying a contractor / meth head.

I’d call him a sadistic necro-hippophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

Or like that list of scenarios I mentioned in the post you replied to.

flashing a gun, brandishing, showing off to their friends, or even selling.

These things don’t happen very often, but then, neither do fires.

Let me put it like this: If someone was looking at the security cameras and saw a person waving a gun around, do you think that they should say something, or should they just ignore it? If the answer is that they should say something, then there is at least some value in detecting the presence of a gun. After that, it’s just a matter of how effective and reliable the system would be, and what it costs to implement. But I’m not arguing that there are any worthwhile systems in existence, only that such a system could have value.