I’m going to put in my request for that day off now. That way if they try to tell me 4.5 billion years from now that I didn’t put in my request soon enough, I’m fucking done.
It’s still iffy on if they’re going to give me the day of the 2038 bug off. I requested off for January 19th 2038 in 2017. Fucking enshitification.
Oh man, you should ALSO have taken off 1.1.1970 (IIRC) to get that day off.
I love it! I’m definitely going to do that, first thing monday morning. Better nate than lever.
Winchester? 🤷♂️
Have a nice cold pint and wait for this whole thing to blow over.
I’ll be pooping
I’m scared. I don’t want to poop alone when the time comes. Will you be my poop buddy?
Only if we can hold hands
I’ll take a personal day. Maybe I’ll watch, maybe I’ll just slob on the sofa, we’ll see…
I’m busy that day.
I’m going to enjoy making up new constellations every so many years and using them to mess with people who are into Astrology.
Ugh, making up new constellations is my least favorite part of galaxies colliding.
Doesnt matter i wont be around in a form capable of communicating any notice
Not with that attitude
Yeah the attitude is realism. Not for everyone obviously
Put the popcorn on ice and the champagne in the air fryer?
There’s a good chance the solar system (or another star system) will be yeeted from milkdromeda, so I guess I’ll move to another star. But who knows if I’ll afford one with a billion-year scale inflation.
We’re a bad apple anyway
I expect I’ll remain dead unless the eldritch energies unlocked by the collision results in my resurrection.
If I do return to life, I suppose I might be very angry at someone or something, and that I will make him/her/it/them regret what he/she/it/they did, in the finest tradition of cinematic heroes who return from apparent death or exile.
Once I’ve completed my mission of vengeance, perhaps I’ll ride a vehicle or appropriate local domesticated animal towards a local star disappearing over the horizon of whatever planet I’m on, perhaps even with an appropriate romantic partner.
If all of this comes to pass, I would fully expect to be forced to return to resolve increasingly unexpected conflicts ad nauseum.
As I go, I’ll likely start to repeatedly indicate that I’m getting far too old for this nonsense, but I’ll continue to reluctantly proceed in my conflict resolution every time. Perhaps I’ll be able to pass on the fight for justice to another, younger person eventually.
Like I said before, though, I’ll likely just stay dead.
i’d just greet my new neighbours
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It’ll be so much fun when the Earth gets heated out of orbit by gravitational forces. Just, uh, wear a warm coat.
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is that what happens when galaxies collide?
What is there to plan for? All the planets and stars in both galaxies are so far apart that any physical collision is highly unlikely.
You sound like the grasshopper who didn’t plan for winter.
