Senior Chief Petty Officer. Starfleet is in my blood, and I’ve spent my entire adult life in service to boldly going.

Keiko and Molly are my favorite humans, but Transporter Room 3 will always be my favorite.

Just don’t ask who what’s in the pattern buffer.

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  • follow their instructions

    I’m white.

    I have been stopped, at gunpoint, by cops who were both screaming different things ranging from “get off the bike” to “get on the ground”, “turn around”, “face us and walk forward with your hands out”, and “drop your bag” which for the record was strapped to my back with a waist belt on.

    Luckily another car rolled up seconds later and when one of the cops inside ran over to them they exchanged a few sentences and then the ones that were pointing guns at me seconds before, one says “you’re good to go.” and the first two leave like nothing happened. The ones that came up a minute behind came over and told me someone was purse-snatched at a specific shoe store across town and fled on a green bicycle 10 minutes beforehand. I was about 6 miles away, and riding a red bike

    I fully believe that if the first cops had stopped someone who wasn’t white, or if I had tried reaching for my waist buckle on my bag, they would have opened fire.

    LMAO “just follow their orders” what a fucking joke.








  • My wife refused to get a helmet when we got bikes because “I’ve never had an accident on a bicycle and we don’t go fast enough to need it” , so I said “Fine, we’ll have this discussion after the first ride”

    I got up to the top speed of the speed-controller ebike, she followed, and when we stopped it old her to imagine a puppy runs out in front of her, she has nowhere to go but straight into a wall and smash her head into the concrete, the trees and smash her head into the wood, or jump off the bike and smash her head into the pavement. Because in a crash, your head is going to hit something, and in this case you could be the most careful person on the planet but you can’t stop a puppy, or child, or DUMP TRUCK from blocking your path and forcing you to make a hard choice in less time than it takes to sneeze.

    She decided to pick a helmet.

    The hard surface your head will bounce off or grind into will not be nice about you failing to wear a helmet. Neither will I.