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A troupe of strolling players are we,

Not stars like L.B. Mayer's are we,

But just a simple band

Who roams about the land

Dispensing fol-de-rol frivolity.

Mere folk who give distraction are we,

No Theater Guild attraction are we,

But just a crazy group

That never ceases to troop

Around the map of little Italy.

Ya know, I always wanted to know what would happen if the Empire and the Borg met up; and who would win.

Gotta love the old Star Trek: Bridge Commander game, and the mods that keep it alive today.

::krikkets chirping madly, rehearsing Mozart's Requiem and Orff's O Fortuna ::

::clears throat::

Welcome!

Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century.

That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose

And for all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia.

The Jami and Sorehl Show (Tuesdays 9 Eastern) is an excellent training environment; Sorehl strives to distill the essence of our Simulation style in a 15-ish minute classroom session, and then tries to bring those lessons forward during the Academy.

Happy Birthday guys!

Gotcha a cake to share :P

::grins:: I actually thought it was much more recent, which was the only reason I went looking. Apparently you're not repetitive, I just have a bad memory.

No penalty... Love all. :P

That was a year ago, Sam. And I can't believe you went digging through the posts to find it.

Foul! Repetition, one-love!

How is it repetition? ::tackles Sam in preparation to pull a McEnroe::

Man: You sit here, dear.

Wife: All right.

Man (to Waitress): Morning!

Waitress: Morning!

Man: Well, what've you got?

Waitress: Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam;

egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage

and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam

bacon spam tomato and spam;

Vikings (starting to chant): Spam spam spam spam...

Waitress: ...spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked

beans spam spam spam...

Vikings (singing): Spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam!

Waitress: ...or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a

Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with

truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.

Wife: Have you got anything without spam?

Waitress: Well, there's spam egg sausage and spam, that's not got much spam in it.

Wife: I don't want ANY spam!

Man: Why can't she have egg bacon spam and sausage?

Wife: THAT'S got spam in it!

Man: Hasn't got as much spam in it as spam egg sausage and spam, has it?

Vikings: Spam spam spam spam (crescendo through next few lines)

Wife: Could you do the egg bacon spam and sausage without the spam then?

Waitress: Urgghh!

Wife: What do you mean 'Urgghh'? I don't like spam!

Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!)

Waitress: Shut up!

Vikings: Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!

Waitress: Shut up! (Vikings stop) Bloody Vikings! You can't have egg bacon

spam and sausage without the spam.

Wife (shrieks): I don't like spam!

Man: Sshh, dear, don't cause a fuss. I'll have your spam. I love it.

I'm having spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam

spam and spam!

Vikings (singing): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful spam!

Waitress: Shut up!! Baked beans are off.

Man: Well could I have her spam instead of the baked beans then?

Waitress: You mean spam spam spam spam spam spam... (but it is too late and

the Vikings drown her words)

Vikings (singing elaborately): Spam spam spam spam. Lovely spam! Wonderful

spam! Spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam spa-a-a-a-a-am spam. Lovely spam!

Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Lovely spam! Spam spam

spam spam!

I just got the TWOK Type Two phaser I ordered from ThinkGeek today...Yay!

::is in geek heaven::

In the frozen land of Nador they were forced to eat Robin's minstrels. And there was much rejoicing.

Yay! Yay! ::flags waving back and forth::

Bravely bold Sir Robin, rode forth from Camelot.

He was not afraid to die, o Brave Sir Robin.

He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.

Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin!

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed

into a pulp,

Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken.

To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away,

And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!

His head smashed in and his heart cut out,

And his liver removed and his bowels unplugged,

And his nostrils ripped and his bottom burned off,

And his...

My toss up is between Christopher Plummer (Chang), John Shuck (The Klingon Ambassador) and Mark Lenard (ST:TMP Commander)

I'll probably do what I've done the past two years, and pay at the door.

Happy Birthday, Colonel!!

 

 

(Hmm, so many people with the same birthday, suspicious!)

But they're all different ages.... :P

You mean something like this, Kairi?

Happy birthday (again) Murray.

::grumbles:: Hate getting woken up for a 911 call, get cancelled, and can't go back to sleep. <_<

Happy Birthday, Precip! (And Murray)

How 'bout a Reaper, instead. <_<

Happy Birthday Med...er, Colonel!

Testing...? Testing...? <_<

This is not the board you're looking for.

Booked my reservation

Booked mine as well.

One addendum to Wade's "Does and Don'ts":

Post who sent you spam here. Don't keep tying up the Questions and Comments board with irrelevant spammer stuff. There's usually a Host lurking on here, and the faster you let us know, the faster we can nuke'em. And all we need is a name, not what they sent, not are they or aren't they staff. By now, you should know who your GM team is.

You do know, Crash, that you've doomed your crew.

And she would want to do that because...?

Because there's just so much free time in the day?

My apologies for missing Monday's academy -- I'm away from home and my Internet connection went down and got back up about 1 1/2 hours too late.

Sam and I had you covered, Lo.