Mr. Nesbitt

How not to be seen

Well I'm glad to know you were thinking about my Private Parts.

Just reported in from leave when I had to go to a briefing to receive new training instructions. I knew something was unusual when Security was also in our briefing. To lighten the mood I asked about jelly donuts, a food staple of security everywhere. No such luck. Marines and Security are going to be engaged in joint war games as a (sigh) team-building exercise. Half will be trying to take over the ship, half defending from said takeover. I, along with Col. Harper, Ens. JoNs from Security/Tactical, and 1LT Severson, will constitute the Alpha Team defenders. Bravo team, heavy in Security, will try to take the ship over. I am putting my best men on our task, Sergeant Pepper, Corporal Punishment, and Private Parts. Without a doubt we could easily defeat Bravo team in normal combat, but since they are heavy in Security they will have a better working knowlege of the Agincourt and her systems. We will have to use some rather duplicitous meand to defend her. More later.

Not surprising.

If you tune in to BBC America tonight at 10:20 PM Pacific time I will be on TV. You might not see me but you can definitely hear me.

Well technicly it was only Cleese's voice that was used in the skit.

Yup - and Mr. Nesbitt was one of the characters in the Monty Python skit "How to not be seen." Go figure. :P

Listen for John Cleese to say "Mr. Nesbitt has learned the first rule of not being seen, not to stand up. However, he has chosen a very obvious piece of cover." Then I scream while the bush I am hiding behind in an othrwise empty field gets blown up." ^_^

Perfect.

I *really* hope you were talking about Daryus and Angie's relationship and not Travis and mine's. B)

Wow, Daryus! Your Qob character has more hair than you do! B) Congrats you lovebirds. I see all the advice you heard about getting a room didn't go to waste.

Actually I was more interested in his eyesight. I am told cougars have sharp eyes.

So how far can you see?

You mean there is a fraternity based on science (psi) fiction (phi)? Speaking as a former frat guy myself, that is so... WRONG!! B)

Nope. Not me, although I (or rather my alter ego Van Roy / Dumbass) was accused of it at one time. This was back in the day when startrek.com would only let you use one username at a time so I was able to prove my innocence when we were both in the room.

I'm surprised at you Travis! How could you miss such an important part of startrek.com history? "The_Amazing_Wall_Of_Nude" was someone who would visit the old startrek.com chat rooms, right around the time we were cadets, and cut and paste NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY NUDITY and thereby flood the room, often causing the room to crash. He crashed a couple STSF sims when we were using the startrek.com chats.

I remember when the soundtrack to The Phantom Menace went on sale about a week before the movie was released. On the soundtrack was a piece called "Qui-Gon's Death" or something like that. Sheesh, Lucas, plan things a little better!

Come to think of it, Luke does have Palpatine's eyes.

What? You're a few months shy of 100 and no great-grandkids yet?

No. What was priceless was that same semester I turned in the same basic research paper in three different classes. It was about Iran-Contra which means I could make minor adjustments to content and turn it in to Current Events, World History (again), and Government. It wasn't until a faculty get-together sometime after graduation that my three teachers got together and realised they were talking about the same paper. ;)

Ironically this isn't too far away from what I did on my high school World History final. I was so far ahead of the other students in the class that all I needed to do was get 3 correct answers on the 100 question final to get an A+ for the course. I also knew that, since I had gotten 100% on the last three exams, the teacher intended to use my test form as her grading form so she wouldn't have to do a new one. Did I let her? Not a chance. It was my only final that day so I showed up 1/2 hour late, took the test form, took the test questions, sat at my desk, got out my pencil, answered 3 questions, signed my test, turned in the answer book and test questions, shook her hand, and went home. The next day was our graduation ceremony. She just rolled her eyes at me.

Ooh, those make even better coasters than AOL disks and Nemesis DVDs.

Actually, there are some legitimate grounds for confusion here. It all boils down to if "please follow each instruction in order, without skipping any" is itself an instruction. It conflicts with the numbered instructions which means the student has to choose which set of instructions should be given priority. Given that the numbered instructions conflict with each other it is logical to assume that they are of lesser importance than the paragraphed instructions, which means the student SHOULD follow each instruction in order, without skipping any, even though other instructions conflict.

OK, I'd like to change mine. It's off a T-shirt I used to have (maybe still do) that was very similar to the new avitar. "Starfleet Marines - When you care enough to send the very best." Thanks

At the last minute before I would have started my journey to the Agincourt I received special orders from Starfleet Command. It seems they shared my concern of not having properly earned my "space legs" yet so they arranged for a 3-day crash course in basic ship operations on Starbase 234. I, along with about 12 other Marines in the same situation, attended the remedial courses of Helm, Operations, and Engineering. At least those were my courses, I didn't have a chance to see what the other Marines took. There is a lot to learn on a starship other than how to fight ground battles. The training, of course, means we had to miss the official Agincourt launch - if "missed" is the right word for standing around at attention, making small talk, trying to be polite, sipping whatever watered-down drinks they were serving with your pinky raised, listening to boring speeches, etc. At any rate, with our training completed, we were to link up with the Agincourt at the starbase. Marine tradition is to report to new permenant duty assignments in Class A Blacks so that's what we did. As the senior officer of the detachment I took command and marched the Marines onto the ship when it docked. Normally officers leave the troop-marching and cadence-calling to a senior enlisted person but my enlisted experience got the best of me. Upon boarding I was saluted by their Chief of Security. I returned the salute and it didn't dawn on me this person outranked me until someone called him Commander, which means I should have saluted first. It will take me some time to get used to Starfleet ranks and traditions. After meeting briefly with the Marine CO, Col. Harper, we found our barracks and got settled in - or at least attempted to. Right when I got to my quarters the yellow alert sounded. That's all the details I have at this point. Marines. First to go, last to know.