#795 Freaks and Geeks is better than Firefly.

#794 After this summer I'm gonna come back to Mac and surprise everyone by how much hotter I've become.

#793 I don't particularly care for George Takei. I support his causes, and I respect him for his work in the LGBTQIA community, but I still don't particularly like him.

#793 I've never solved a rubix cube or reached 2048.

#792 So what is this about there being two other graduations ceremonies for LGBT and black students? I dont quite get it, it makes me think they want to be treated in a special manner rather than be considered "normal" and equal to everyone else. Just doesnt make sense to me if you want to be treated equally dont ask for special perks or whatever. Da hell mac?

#792 >going for new bench PR
>135x15
>after set notice wet spot
>i came
what madness is this? Has this happened to anyone else?

#792 since mac-missed-conn's admins... will be leaving..please use macmissedconnections (no hyphens). thanks

#792 So, I was driving to work the other day. I was already 5 minutes late and the roads were so congested with traffic that I wasn’t moving at all. I pounded my steering wheel in frustration, cursing my luck. The bright sun and upbeat weather seemed to mock me, stuck in a car, heading to a corporation where I worked as a wage slave. On top of that, I was likely going to be fired. I started crying with anger, unsure about my entire life. Suddenly, I heard a tap on the window. I turned my head and saw a man in a suit standing next to my car. Although it had been some time, I recognized him instantly. “Not you again! Every time I see you, something incredibly dramatic happens. I’m not in the mood for that right now. I just want to get to work.” He smiled calmly, which made his incredibly sharp, dark, handsome face seem only wiser. “That is precisely why I am here. Leave the car and come with me – I can help you.” He stepped aside and revealed to me a gleaming motorcycle, solid and polished. “This is our vehicle. Come with me if you want to keep your job.” I had no other choice. I left my car, but then hesitated: “Wait, what about my car?” He gave me a stern look without saying a word. The thought was conveyed, however. I valued my employment than this lemon that barely took me from point A to point B. He mounted the motorcycle and I sat behind him, holding onto his incredibly well-defined chest and abs. He then started the bike and accelerated to a breakneck speed, swerving wildly through traffic, which had started to pick up some pace. We were faster, however – he rode through the roads with the speed and grace of a gazelle in the savannah, not losing focus once. Eventually, we approached the bridge that indicated arrival at the street where work was located. If we crossed this bridge in time, work would be 30 seconds away. However, the bridge was beginning to close, its two halves tilting upwards. It was clear we would not make it. The man held his cool and asked me, “Have you ever made a great sacrifice? One so great it could only occur once?” I screamed in fright, “What the hell are you going to do this time? Look, the bridge is closing! There’s nothing we can do!” He immediately responded, “This is about more than keeping a job. This is about keeping your honor.” I had beyond lost my patience at this point. “What does that even mean? You’re going to get us both killed!” But he was resilient. “One of us will die today. However, the time has not yet come for your life to end. Mine has. My friend, you must pull a Mario to my Yoshi.” I shook my head and asked, exasperated, “I have to... what?” He replied, “You must ensure that my sacrifice is successful.” It was at that moment that we hit the bridge, which was tilted at a 45-degree angle and increasing. As we drove up, I had to increase my grip around the man, who was now yelling savagely in determination. We reached the edge and launched forward. I now knew what to do. The man shouted in the most masculine of voices, “YOU... CANNOT... DIM... THE ZIM!” then hugged the front of his bike, allowing me to jump. I stood up on the back of the seat and leaped ahead. I just made it to the other side and rolled down the slope, disoriented and terrified the whole way down. However, I heard a loud splash that was like an explosion. I looked back and saw a pillar of fire extend from the middle of the river where the man had landed. It towered upwards and turned the sky orange, illuminating all surroundings but most of all the American flag on a nearby structure. It was at that moment that I understood the man’s sacrifice. The spirit of the nation reinvigorated me, and I turned around to march to work. But I didn’t expect to see my boss standing right there, looking at me. He looked horrified. “Are-Are you alright? D-Did you j-just jump over a bridge to get to work?” I replied hoarsely, “I had some help.” My boss took me inside, gave me some drinks and asked me what happened. I told him the whole story – all of the stories. We started bonding for the first time, so I also told him about my dreams to start a business one day, live in San Diego, and have a family. He eventually asked what I would name my child if I had a boy. I smiled a great smile and replied simply, “George.”