My wife and I are a couple of old SNL nerds who both fondly remember watching this episode when it first broadcast. We often joke that if we ended up filthy rich somehow we’d get a real one of these made for us.

My sibling in spacetime, it is time to empty your wastebasket.

I recently handed out a stack of floppy disks to attendees of a 2600 meeting. I got this joke IRL from a bunch of people, many of whom were older than me but some of whom were younger than said disks.

Like anyone believes for a nanosecond he didn’t make that image himself.

Who ordered the materia sandwich?

This is forever what I think of Fred Bizkit looking like, because I had a friend who set this pic as their user icon in the old LiveJournal days.

Another Hollywood illusion shattered.

…Chevy Nova?

This is true, but for something subject to as much focused, repetitive force as a working saw handle I’d still steer well clear.

I wouldn’t trust FDM-printed plastic to hold up structurally under actual tool use, though. It’s very likely to split and shear along the print lines.

This bullshit is shrinkflation.

Sorry, Tennessee!

You will certainly not regret having 3 pile of towel.

Pigs can’t look up because their little blue cap with the shiny badge on the front would fall off.

Not really, but my trousers are pretty cool.

New Yorker here. Some of us with office jobs aren’t always wearing our work clothes on our commutes. We may be wearing something that can get sweaty and gross on the way, more comfortable shoes, etc. and change into office stuff when we get to work.

I’m a guy and usually wear a business-casual button-up shirt, but on my summer commute that shirt is in a bag or tied around my waist like a 1990s grunge kid’s flannel while I sweat through an old T-shirt or A-shirt my boss will never see.

You will certainly not regret having 150,000 bats.

Judging by his more recent films, Kevin Smith has a great deal to say about how much he loves Kevin Smith movies.

Hilarity ensues when Worf walks into the ready room while that’s going on, sees the Captain’s distorted face gazing through the spherical fishbowl, and reflexively whips out his phaser and starts blasting what he assumes to be the Monster of the Week.