Okay? It's a commercial building and always has been. I'm glad that there's a business in there and that it's not draining taxes or just being left to rot. It's serving the community, which is what buildings are there for.
Cardassian Nor-class stations are strong, but not mobile. They wouldn't be able to repair against a series of guerilla attacks in rapid succession from an enemy who's got firepower to burn and warp energy to spare.
Nothing there except maybe the Intrepid can lay down a measure of the firepower a Galaxy-class has. Adding in secondary vessels, full torpedo loadouts, and even the possible crazy tactics like venting antimatter, it's barely a question.
So what? The best outcome is that someone issues a pull request that teaches you how to do what you did in a "better" way. The worst outcome is that someone starts using your code in an LLM and vibecoders learn your style.
Threads in microblogs baffle me too. Doubly if replies occur mid-thread. Tagging should be limited to the person being replied to and the OP, not everyone.
Character limits are a feature, not a bug. I liked the limit of 160 characters (with tags) on Twitter. It's because of SMS, but called for brevity and clarity.
It used to be that we considered things. We were rational. Logical. Contemplative.
Almost forty years on Earth, and I've never once experienced that. Humans have always been irrational, judgmental creatures, given to tribalism and social pressure. Maybe we've gotten more vocal about it as a result of the Western world being mostly peaceful for four generations, or maybe social media has made us more likely to interact with more people than we used to. But when were we rational? When our ancestors hanged or shot people over horses? Were they being contemplative while they burned people (or otherwise killed them) at the stake because they didn't conform to the tenets of a book?
Was it rational and logical to force whole societies to perform certain tasks, and then deride them and try to harm them for performing those tasks?
It's always been a crab bucket. It'll always be a crab bucket. All you can hope is that you're high enough up to keep your shell intact but low enough down that you don't get grabbed for the stewpot.
I knew that there was some kind of unifying force in the Fediverse. Thanks for sharing it.