Concept: a spacefaring sci-fi setting where humanity’s Special Thing is that, due to a complicated series of loopholes and
obscure
precedents in the Galactic Empire’s taxation laws that nobody can quite figure out how to fix, any small-to-medium-size merchant shipping vessel that has at least one human crew member qualifies for a substantial refundable tax credit.
“If fascism could be defeated in debate, I assure you that it would never have happened, neither in Germany, nor in Italy, nor anywhere else.” – Frank Frison, Holocaust survivor
Sound advice from one of the members of the Mackenzie-Papineau Battalion - Canadian antifa volunteers that fought against the fascists in the Spanish Civil War.
George Takei was so excited to do this shirtless episode. He spent all his free time doing push-ups for a week before they shot this.
they were going to give him a katana and have him be a samurai, but he didn’t want to be stereotypical, so he told the execs that he could fence and they wrote in references to the three musketeers instead
he could not, in fact, fence
he spent the weekend before shooting learning how
Not only that, but he found he liked fencing, kept it up, and became a master fencer.
When I had the privilege to hear him talk at AwesomeCon 2015, he informed us he is a master fencer. It was a very clear implication that he is still fencing at his advanced age. No wonder he’s so healthy.
He had far too much fun with this episode and it shows.
Hikaru Sulu, our first Space Pirate.
Reblogging for all this cool trivia
And also for George Takei running through the Starship Enterprise with a sword and cackling sinisterly
Reblogging for ALL of this, and for the coolness of George Takei still kicking butt with a sword to this day!
Reblog if you trust George Takei with a sword to protect you
“In the end, [Takei] loved his sword-fighting scene so much he held onto the rapier for several hours, poking stage hands with it and engaging in mock duels off the set.” – IMDB’s trivia
In the spring of 1943 in Germany, my grandfather, who had been separated from his company and had lost his dogtags (therefore was fundamentally alone and terrified he would be shot on sight) had finally had enough.
And punched a Nazi off his motorcycle.
To have heard my grandpa tell it, “I just suckerpunched that man right off his bike and took off down that road screaming, “What the hell! What the hell!” and I don’t even remember how fast I was going.”
i always laugh whenever we have to centrifuge bacteria because imagine you’re just chilling in some broth with your buds and then someone comes along and puts you in a tube and spins you at fucking 14,000 rpm
I mean. I always dreamed of following a rogue NASA into oblivion, but not like this
i feel like some dignified professionals at nasa had a very heated game of rock, paper, scissors over whether their unsanctioned twitter account was going to be rogue one nasa, rebel alliance nasa, or imperial resistance nasa.
