a fan of awful things for dumb reasons.
queer asexual millennial aunt. 21+. mystery jam.
sometimes fandoms, always politics.
canadian.
blog runs on queue 90% of the time.
Sorry for not being around, lately. I currently have a pretty serious health issue (something with my lungs, not sure what yet - hospitals are backlogged and understaffed in Canada) taking up all my time and energy, and tumblr hasn’t been even a consideration this past month.
With the smoke from the ongoing wildfires up north exacerbating things, I don’t see things changing any time soon. If it does, for better or worse, I’ll reblog this post with more info.
“the millenium falcon would wipe out the enterprise in seconds” lmao the enterprise is just an innocent science class floating thru space…. all they wanna do is look at some rocks… kiss an alien…. find some space plants….. why would you fight that its not a battleship theyre just nerds…… leave them olone
And the whole thing fits in the nipple thing up on top of the saucer:
Meanwhile the Falcon (beloved weed bus) has a cockpit that seats 4, with only 2 main operational stations, and zero floor space:
And since Serenity was mentioned too…
Serenity has a bridge more comparable to La Sirena - with 2 stations at the front and quite a bit of floor space.
And for those interested in a visual comparison:
(Boeing 747 for scale as well as the Delta Flyer because Why Not)
TLDR: The Millennium Falcon is pretty dinky, so I propose *true weed bus status*goes to the excellent smuggling ships of Serenity and La Sirena. The Falcon is herby demoted to man on his weed bicycle with his pet monkey and a gun
Fun reminder that some of Literature’s biggest works with words numbering in the millions are crossover fanfictions. In addition to that most books and some series contain around fifty thousand to a hundred thousand words in them.
In 4th grade, my bff was in a death feud over chess with a boy in our class but instead of competing like normal people they decided that the best way to determine who was chess master was for each of them to select one of the two biggest idiots in class and teach them to play chess, My Fair Lady style, and see whose idiot won. We are just now, 22 years later, grappling with the moral implications of this exercise.