Well… you haven’t met Kyle. When he lets one rip… everybody in the room teleports outta there. dude should ask his doctor about lactose intolerance…

next, you’ll tell people the door close button in elevators doesn’t actually work.

Snuggles? Be cute and snuggly.

I’ve got a neighbor whose cat is veritable feline Houdini… he gets out every so often. And usually, it’s to come over to my green house and steal carrots. (yeah, don’t ask. he doesn’t eat them. doesn’t take them home. We have no idea what he does with them.)

Don’t ask questions. just embrace it. (I’ve gotten to catsit Sykes on a few occasions now. the old man is a blast.)

But we like the dark.
Darkness, for dark deeds.

This is because you are his. you belong to him. and you’re infinitely more comfortable than that stupid little bed thing…

you have to understand, my dad’s a unix sysops guy. it was quite a lot of spare parts… (mostly machines older than my 486, which was also hand-me-down.)

Also, that imagery might be closer to reality…foam sword and all.

Two slices, you say?

Hehe, that might actually have been more of the Uncle’s influence.

He’s the one that started me on the science fiction addiction- when I got into his (then-complete) collection on VHS. I found them and started. Binge watching them. Got to Trouble With tribbles when I was found out- and then it was my Uncle who was like “oh! That’s my favorite. Rewind it while I go make popcorn!”

my first beowolf cluster, I built because I wanted to improve my pentium 486’s chances at doing well in some random FOSS benchmark (PiMark? it calculated pi… and you could ‘donate’ cpu runtime to help calculate more digits of pi.) It was cobbled out of my dad’s spare part’s rack.
Should have seen my dad’s face when he realied why i built the beowolf… “You mean… you did this. FOR PI??”(“Okay, that’s actually cool.”)

I feel like that dog’s theme song is a rickroll on repeat