Yeah. Not sure what that poster is on about, Sir Patrick is in terrific form still. The only thing I think maybe differs is the energy, but that’s down to personal tone and timing, Sir Patrick hasn’t aged or changed massively from his prime, he’s always been of less jubilant character, but still very present and engaged.
Jaccident
joined 1 year ago
Total happenstance! One of their workshops is right next to mine, and I walked past one morning and spotted a prop I recognised. I poked my head round the door and asked if it was what I thought and between various people being astonished that I had recognised it, they told me they were just starting the build and how to take a little peek. It was only half finished but it was really really cool nonetheless!
Oh my god I’m so glad this was announced. I was on the bridge set last week and it was an awesome moment for me!
I believe this was a joke, about how this moon looks like a shaved scrotum that’s been savaged by a ferret.
Maybe the Grand Nagus should be, but Zek loves fucking with people too much.
Allamaraine!
Their tears are filling up their glasses No Dominion, no Dominion
I think this is a Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference.
Fun fact: The cockney rhyming slag for Cunt is Berkshire Hunt. This is also the root phrase for Berk; a gentle term, commonly used by old women in the UK to call people fools. “That Dave is such a berk!” As most people don’t know the origin of the word, it’s funny how many times you’ll hear someone called a Berk in a year, by people not realising it means Cunt.
I considered if I should instead there, but I didn’t feel this fell under meme or shitpost. Maybe I made the wrong call on that.
She is a rental for some specialist work where I couldn’t rely on my walking foot, but they offered to sell her to me, and it’s hard not to say yes. The thing is though she’s 160kg! If I buy her I’m forever committing to hiring help to move workshop (which I have to do 1-3 times a year).
Btw she’s a mid 70s LG-158, can be threaded up with two parallel needles, has a walking needle too, which is faster than the more modern 158s and leaves fewer “tracking” marks on leather and waxed cotton than my standard walking foot.
Implying you’d just sit in the test room as instructed, while as far as you know, a bunch of people die in the corridor outside.