Haha, I've been using the same pyrex as a fairness cup, too.

I don't like that, but I am a card-carrying member of the Cult of Baths. I want to be inundated, stewed, and marinated

IIRC they built a replica for Lescaux Caves to protect the real one from tourists and their lung humidity. May not be a viable solution in all cases, but maybe enough of them? Also too I want immersion in recreated scenes of plausible daily life. Also I wanna touch the things, that's part of immersion.

It's pretty but my opinion is biased by the knowledge that he had a housekeeper and also he was freeloading on his buddy Emerson's property. But I should read it again because it is pretty.

Pretty!

Twin Cities had a laser show in the rotation. I'm curious how that stacks up against drones, as I never heard if it needed a backdrop or some shit

I can whip up a nice lil homily about how purity is not actually a virtue. Originally intended for fundagelical Christians (about the sechs or about not hearing/looking at cusswords), it can be adaptable to quite a few circumstances because it is always easier to look good than do good.

Who knows, you still might find one -- one that was buried by a bored farm kid. Might've made a nice diversion from cow-tipping.

I don't have access to it, but I was so looking forward to a Trek with an actual planned story arc. Plus I'm also young enough to have a sentimental attachment to Voyager despite later figuring out that liking it as an adult means sifting out the good bits among a sea of cringe and wtf. Why can't the Maquis wear clothes that don't look fished out of a swampy dumpster? Why can't they figure out Chakotay (and what fucken tribe he's from)? Why are they so lazy as to always fall back on foiling Tuvok and Neelix? The kid could be annoying but at least we got to see a different, enjoyable side of Neelix.

I have good intentions about writing my own fixfic about Voyager, but I'm already negligent about my writing hobby.

I sell car parts, not really all that solarpunk as the industry currently exists, but automobiles are tools, and people with more know-how than me could figure out how to kludge together something solarpunkish from car parts.