UPS says my new Steam Deck is going to arrive today between 11:45 and 3:45. It's already 11:52 and it still hasn't arrived, so, I'll just be pacing back and forth for the next couple hours. :sonic_waiting:

If Star Trek communications worked like real world audio/video communications:

Uhura: Captain, the Klingon vessel is hailing us.

Kirk: Lt. Uhura, have we installed the Klingon video and audio codecs?

Uhura: Yes, captain, but they've updated their protocol since our last hail.

Captain: Mr. Spock, install the software for their new protocol.

Spock: Unfortunately, Captain, the new protocol has not been ported to Federation OS.

Captain: Just fire phasers on the Klingon vessel!

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I accidentally put my phone in the wrong pocket this morning.

My whole world was off, until I realized what my mistake was. It was like I put my hands on wrong, and I couldn't figure out how.

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  • Bat Trek
  • Bat Trek: The Next Robin
  • Bat Trek: Deep Space Gotham
  • Bat Trek: Batvoyage
  • Bat Trek: Baterprise
  • Bat Trek: Discover-bat
  • Bat Trek: Strange New Villains
  • Bat Trek: Alfred (about an old guy with an English accent)
  • Bat Trek: Narrows

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A bit of Star Trek fan fiction.

The young Klingon woke up on the ground, before a set of great, iron gates. The gates were large and imposing. Everything beyond the gates seemed to disappear. What could be behind those gates, he couldn't possibly guess. It seemed like it must protect some great building.

He wondered how he got there. But, just as the thought entered his mind, the gates began to open, and a great man walked out and stood before him.

He stood up to face this larger-than-life figure. The man had flowing white hair, and more scars on his face and arms than he'd ever seen. He carried a bat'leth strapped to his side.

The bat'leth was larger than most, and an old-fashioned style. He'd never seen one like that before, except in textbooks. He recognized it: The Sword of Kahless.

"Are you Kahless?"

"Yes, young Warrior, I am."

"Am I dead?"

"Yes, you are." He smiled, with compassion, at the boy.

"I was sick. I've been sick a long time. They couldn't find a cure. Some Federation doctors came and tried to help, but I guess I wasn't strong enough.

"Do I now face Fek'Ihr to be admitted to Gre'thor?"

"Young One, why should you deserve the fate of the Dishonored?" He kneeled before the child, and looked him directly into his eyes. "Why should you spend your afterlife with those who ran from a challenge, or mistreated their kin, or did those things that would bring disgrace upon them and their house?"

The boy was shaken. He trembled slightly before this great man. "Sir, I was no warrior. I committed no deeds of glory. And my parents are dead, so I have no family to commit any great deeds in my name. I spent most of my life in a hospital bed, too sick to do anything that would bring honor to my name. I am not worthy of being with warriors like you."

Kahless placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Young Warrior, you have battled, alone, for years on end, against an adversary unseen to all, but felt keenly by you. You have done so bravely, never wavering in your determination. It matters not that you lost the war. You fought it bravely and with great honor."

"So..."

"I am here to welcome you to Sto'Vo'Kor, to spend your next life among those who lived their lives with honor."

"I ... will be honored?"

"I know not how you will be remembered on Qo'noS. But here, you will be celebrated as one of the great warriors of your time.

You will meet others here who were seen as less worthy during their life, but who are still great warriors. Some, like you, fought against disease, or a failing of their own body. Some fought against hatred from their own people because of who they are, or who they loved. Some fought against their own minds.

I fought on battlefields of dirt and rock, armed with my blade. My fights, however, are no less deserving of honor than yours, fought within your own body, armed with nothing but your own spirit."

Kahless stood and reached his hand out to the Warrior. They took hands, and walked through the gates together, in glory.

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I just gave two weeks notice at my job. I was offered another job that has better benefits and pay, and I couldn't turn it down.

I've only been at my current job for a month, though, and it was an extremely difficult decision. I don't know if my boss has seen my email yet. Slack says he's online, but he hasn't sent me a message yet this morning.

I'm nervous, but I already pulled the Band-aid off, so to speak. I don't like this, but it was the best thing for me an my family.

Six weeks ago, I was sick with worry about finding a new job before my savings ran out. And now I'm worrying about the fact that I have too many jobs. Obviously this situation is better than that, but it's crazy how things can change so quickly.

If you use a time parsing library that "humanizes" times, and it thinks that 2 years, 364 days, and 11 hours ago is "2 years ago", instead of "3 years ago", you should probably use a different library.