pleasespellchimerical replied to your post:Today at work I learned that you can be charged…

How serious a charge is it?

It’s a first or second degree felony! 

(a) Causing catastrophe.–A person who causes a catastrophe
by explosion, fire, flood, avalanche, collapse of building,
release of poison gas, radioactive material or other harmful or
destructive force or substance, or by any other means of causing
potentially widespread injury or damage, including selling,
dealing in or otherwise providing licenses or permits to
transport hazardous materials in violation of 75 Pa.C.S. Ch. 83
(relating to hazardous materials transportation), commits a
felony of the first degree if he does so intentionally or
knowingly, or a felony of the second degree if he does so
recklessly.

Good times.

Today at work I learned that you can be charged with ’Causing Catastrophe’.

needsmorestartrek:

In digging through boxes of stuff I thought I’d traded, sold or thrown away years ago, I stumbled across an awesome Trek magazine from 1993.

For your amusement, here are a few of the sweetest pics from a long lost vintage fan mag: Superstar Facts & Pix #28: The History of Star Trek

(Poor Chekov… he’s still an Ensign in the movie era according to this magazine…)

** I will be posting more classic Star Trek fandom in the near future! Stay Tuned! **

(via tinsnip)

Fucking blue Christmas came on in T’s cube and I opened my music app in a panic and just hit shuffle.

‘i love Belarus’

It’s like it knows when I need it

Michelle: this woman keeps fucking sending me letters, I’m gonna - oh it’s a Christmas card. From prison.

Kelly, listen to my card!

Kelly is taking to husband, who also works here and hosts request hour on the intercom.

Michelle reads her card, and Kelly laughs, and then I immediately hear Michelle start yelling.

Michelle: fucking stop it! ! Kelly!
Kelly: like the brother you never had.
Michelle: and never wanted! he’s throwing milk duds at me, he - fucking stop it! Now we’ll get rats!
Dave: in your part of the office. Just where I want them.
Michelle runs off as a milk dud rolls across the floor.

Five minutes later:
Michelle: what the fuck, why did G get a card too? ? He’s not even her agent!