I think you’re onto something there.

She takes my hoodies, my snacks, my cash, the blankets… why wouldn’t she take my name?

(She didn’t take my name.)

Can you name even one example of a situation where it was better to give misinformation?

I’m pretty curious about the contents of other people’s junk drawers. Maybe not subscription curious, but I understand the urge.

I always wondered why they didn’t have a backup computer. Or emergency lighting. Or UPS batteries for life support.

And why they tested unproven technologies on the Federation’s flagship with 200 families on board.

The solution is that we behave civilly and respectfully to each other.

Is it an achievable solution? Because I have no idea how we could make that happen.

It’s fine to not have an opinion. It’s even fine to have an opinion and keep it to yourself. No-one has the right to an argument with you, after all.

My wife, a keen gardener of heirloom tomatoes, says it’s because the varieties that sell commercially are bred for long shelf-life and nothing else.

I have a job where the consequences of making a mistake are Significant.

I have a crafting hobby because I can suck at it with no consequences at all, and sometimes I make something cool.

I’ve started a fire in the kitchen. Not by messing up, but by using a toaster built in the 1950s and designed to toast bread as a secondary function to killing you. It was thirty seconds of horror, and then things were okay. The toast was in the sink under a stream of water and the toaster was unplugged.

It’s important to realise that even if a fear comes true, things will be okay. Get a kitchen-suitable fire extinguisher. Learn to use it. Don’t use death as an ingredient like I did. Understand that even if things go wrong, you’ll fix it. Your ability to deal with shit is bigger than the shit you have to deal with.

Look at that grip. You’d get blisters swinging that thing at heretics all day. Best if it stays ceremonial, I think.

When people let their phones ring endlessly. For God’s sake - either answer it or mute it, don’t just ignore it!

Especially when I have socks on.

Living dangerously there, aincha?

That expression says “My calculations were off, and not just by a little.”

Last week I moved the cheesegrater so I could look behind it… for the cheesegrater.

I think you mean Bil the Galactic Hero. Two L’s is for officers only.

He’s probably not the only CEO who needs an acting coach to teach him how to blink.

I’m glad my school uniform wasn’t as formal as that one.

I don’t get it.

Well, I shoot myself in the head a lot. It’s a habit I’m trying to – whoops! There I go again.