I am very short, and sit up rather straight. My head hits what should be the most comfortable parts of every kind of seating in the most uncomfortable way. This is an accurate representation of the sensation, when curved neck portion ends up at top of your skull, and doubly so, if it’s a bucket seat. Special cushions help, in certain vehicles, which can also alleviate the seatbelt going practically across your throat. Our old Outback is tolerable, which is lovely.

We have a couple IKEA Poang chairs at home, and I need to make pillow booster-seats for the damned things, or it’s just this image, lol

Hahahaha, I can hear her saying this, hungover, too.

Just gonna leave this here…

There might be a less etsy type place to find that, but there it is.

Well, damn. I did not expect to see the most attractive thing ever, tonight. There’s a lot of talent, skill, and silliness to unpack in that photo.

If you’re familiar with his roles in ER and X-Files, he must give off strong as hell “literally rip my flesh apart” vibes, to casting directors.

I usually skip this one, because the themes are pretty uncomfortable if you relate to them, but mostly I just can’t unsee Grady Fletcher, the world’s most gullible CPA, and it’s a weird mix of a bit gross and being unable to take his performance seriously. Where’s Aunt Jess to save the day?

…“P l A y N i G h T b I r D !”…

*Dick Berman

Always Dick Berman. That rickwad

“It’s not like Dan to take his own life!” …Lol, as opposed to, what?

A technically correct, but awkwardly contextualized line that competes with:

Dukat to Winn: “I’ve never seen you look so radiant!” …Never? Never, ever? Buddy, you’ve known her for like, a week…

In addition: Please, only check out TNG “Masks” s7 Ep.17. if - -

You’re fully prepared to laugh at the absurdity of where TNG has gotten to by the tail end of season 7, and/or, you want a surrealist nightmare of the Enterprise set being turned into a 1980s rich person’s indoor pool aesthetic of stepped tile, fake plants and Terra-cotta, the whole cast getting a little tired of the writers not quite conveying the motif they set out for, and Brent Spiner just showing off what a magnificent silly bastard he really is.

Okay… maybe I need to watch Masks, again.

I had long hair during the TNG days, and somewhere in my childhood home, there’s a bathroom drawer or cabinet full of the same kind they used for Geordi’s visor, and similarly painful plastic headbands. I know there’s also a Polaroid or two somewhere of me and a cousin holding them up to our faces, running around saving the Enterprise that was the basement. If I’d only known to bring them around me throughout life, for that nostalgia hit…

Memes you can hear…

If nose candy is making you feel like that, you may be snorting literal Pixy Stix… ◕_◕

Tiny little minds, and small smooth brains, it’s up to us! We must save humanity!

(Please, we must, why aren’t we revolting? Why aren’t we building guillotines, guys??)

My new therapist’s office sets a recurring bi-weekly appointment for their patients, which I find fantastic, and it’s been a great start, but it’s still relatively new and we’re getting familiarized enough to work out a specific treatment plan, so every two weeks, she’ll open with a genuine: “How are you?” and it’s a toss-up in my head between: “Are you sure you wanna know? Or should we get shit done…”

That whole “windshield” is a Cylon eye, photographed between red light swoops…