Joe versus the Volcano. It's not that it makes me necessarily appreciate my life, but it makes me appreciate the world as it is and to be content no matter what shit I'm in. The universe is bigger than my troubles.
But seriously, crawling into my bed (possibly with a good book) and just imagining that this warm soft place is my entire universe and anything outside it is not my problem.
The trick is to time the cocaine and crystal meth ingestion so that they peak at the same time that you orgasm, leading to an 80% * 300% * 1400% = 7460% dopamine increase.
Over the years I have found transporters to be the most annoying plot device in all of Star Trek. I don't think there's any situation that couldn't be solved with a transporter with some creative writing (or create so many paradoxes).
They're the Star Trek equivalent of Rian Johnson's Holdo maneuver (ramming other ships when going to hyperspace).
Joe versus the Volcano. It's not that it makes me necessarily appreciate my life, but it makes me appreciate the world as it is and to be content no matter what shit I'm in. The universe is bigger than my troubles.