The Blackangel

It gives a better trial and error setup than building one and hoping all goes well. We can measure the conditions wherever it is that we’re wanting to go to, and then run more precise simulations to see where the flaws are in that design and plan. It gives a better understanding and a higher probability of success.

Not really. The power it takes to get to space and amount of liquids taken with them, nothing biodegradable could even get them off the ground. It would be instantly destroyed in the moment blast off begins. That fire is hotter than most could fathom. More so than your average fire. Anything caught in it that’s carbon based or biodegradable would instantly be reduced to a little bit of ash. The only thing that could be done is to either intentionally push it back down through the atmosphere, or get it launched into the sun. But the biggest problem with that is that the undertaking of such a huge project would cost more than the space community could ever afford. Especially here in the states. As time goes on, the American dollar has steadily gotten less and less valuable. For example when I was a kid, a soda from a vending machine was 25 cents. Now, it’s $2.75 for the same soda. America could never fund it unless we suddenly had an infinite amount of money.

Collecting skulls. I used to love the collection I had. But it’s pointless now.

There’s a breeder here that always has joeys. I don’t know how much they charge for one, but they’re here.

Biscuits & gravy, with a pound of bacon and no less than 8 eggs. If that was all I could have for the rest of my life, I would die happy.

I’ve always hated almonds. Cashews are good, but my favorites are pecans and walnuts.

One that I got on my Switch is like this. It’s called Goblin Sword, and the graphics are a dead-on match to the graphics on Sega Genesis. They’re not like anything on Nintendo, only Sega. The game is fun, but its downfall is that it doesn’t end. It just stops. So it’s more of a time killer than anything, instead of a real game.

No, it’s not. A misleading trailer simply says that the game is pure shit. I’ve downloaded a few games on my iPad that looked great. But when I go to play them the entire thing is literally 100% not what the trailer showed. The only thing they have in common is the name. It pisses me off, but when I see that, I just delete the game and move on. Now imagine if a trailer for GTA6 showed you starting off with a gold Ferrari, but you actually start off with a rusted out Ford. Every GTA gamer would be screaming for Rockstar’s blood. Not only is it bad business, but it’s a big “Fuck You” to the ones who would shell out the money for the game.

Until I was introduced to RDR2, no. But now I bawl my eyes out when Arthur dies. I hate Micah, the same as everyone else. I feel an emotional connection with Arthur. In the Van der Linde gang, I’ve found the family that I didn’t have growing up. When it all collapses, I’m devastated. Which is why I tend to not go past chapter 3 anymore, assuming I even take it that far. You can see Pearson feeling like me when he looks at the gang photo he has hanging up in his shop in Rhodes. He misses it with every fiber of his being. And I do too. I can barely play the epilogue, because it breaks my heart. I’m probably too emotionally invested in the game, but I honestly can’t help it.

Being payed to game is the dream of every gamer. If I could get paid for playing RDR2, or Zelda OoT, I would be on them every waking hour. But as @Scorpion said, it takes a lot of hard work and dedication. Which is something that even us as gamers most likely don’t realize just how much of that it truly takes. So while it’s a dream, that’s probably where it should stay. I can see burnout being a very real problem.

The only gaming friends that I have online are the friends I’ve made here. While we’ve never gamed together, we’re still friends. And I highly doubt that we will ever game with each other due to my dislike of online gaming.

Eastern Russia is also next to Japan, so they could get them straight from a little ways across the water. The EU may have authority over eastern Russia, but they don’t have it over the entire country. All they’re really doing with this is costing them revenue.

An animal that I would love to have as a pet capuchin monkey. They’re so playful and smart that I would have a lot of fun with it. I would get one, but @Rain Dew won’t let me. BITCH! Another would be a capybara. The problem there is that we don’t have the space and environmental requirements to support one and keep it healthy and happy. The rodent is my first totem. I have 6 rats, but a capybara is the biggest rodent on earth, and I just think it would be a great playmate. Until I piss it off. Then it’s a fight for my life. They’re POWERFUL little shits. Off the top of my head, I can’t think of any others. @Rain Dew can probably think if one that I’m forgetting.

I remember that. We had to get Dante the hell out of that room fast. To let everyone know, Dante was our blue throated macaw. He loved calling everyone “asshole”. Technically, he was my bird, but he bonded with @Rain Dew fast. He hated men. He also wasn’t a fan of me despite being a woman. He tore me open several times.

Easily the NES. It has the best games. Originality was the law of the land. Every game was taking a chance. It could make or break you. More often than not, it wasn’t a huge success. But developers were willing to do something different.

Here in the states, yes. It’s the biggest sports event. Further out, no way. I give the World Cup that distinction. Considering that the entire planet has a soccer team from every country, nothing is bigger than. Soccer is no where near as popular here as it is for the rest of the planet.

Apparently it’s not much different than condensed soup. A can of water and 3 or 4 noodles. It’s more broth than anything.

I was fixing break one day and was getting flour to make the gravy, and suddenly @Rain Dew yelled out “Fire!” I turned and the grease in the skillet had caught fire. I didn’t think, I just grabbed the skillet and ran for the door. I got a ton of grease all over my hand. I had second degree burns all over my hand. Just a hair worse and it would have been third degree. You can still see the scars to this day.

Historical. All my life I’ve wished I was born 150 years earlier.

I can’t even figure out photoshop.

Shark fin soup. I know people who have tried it, and I’ve read reviews online, and everyone says the same thing. It has no flavor and almost no texture. Which makes me wonder what the hell is the point? You can’t taste it, and almost can’t feel it. I’ll stick with chicken noodle, thank you very much.

I had a dig once that LOVED to play with skunks. I never figured out what the hell was wrong with the dumbass dig. While I’ve personally never been sprayed by one, I’ve smelled skunk enough that it honestly doesn’t bother me at all. I actually kinda like the smell. I guess it reminds me of simpler times.

One of several things I wish I could do is draw. I’m the only person on earth who fucks up a stick figure. I’m looking for an art teacher who can teach me how to draw. I can teach myself a language or instrument. But learning to draw requires a teacher for me.

I grew up barefoot. I had shoes, but if I could be barefoot, I was. I went to school barefoot a lot, and even tried going barefoot to work. But that was shut down fast.😢

I love pickles. I love milk. BUT WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!