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Poor Tiffy looks tired, doesn't she? ;)

Third world? Perhaps you have missed practically everything that ever came out of Washington D.C.?

Reminds me of the time we were in a musical version of Romeo and Juliet, and the electricity went off. Our band consisted of an electric piano, me on bass, a flute and a drum set, all on stage as part of the set. We did the whole second act with only candles for light (we set some accross the front of the stage. Pretty neat ambiance, actually) and the musical numbers all accompanied by flute and drums. Some said it was the best show they ever saw!

Spock stole that line from me. May youse guys have an enjoyable celebration of the anniversary of your birth.

I see that you have included my half-brother Adam (whom, I believe, was killed through your negligence) on the list; however you have excluded my name... Good thing Vulcans aren't prone to vengeance. :P

10:00 EDT, Monday SD0804.28. Anyone who was ever a member of our crew is invited as our special guests. Everyone else is welcome to drop by, of course.

Indeed. He was one of my favorite authors. He has left quite a legacy. Warp Speed, Arthur.

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ROFLOL. Funny enough to make a Vulcan laugh, Dumbass.

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Yes, I'm old enough to have watched The Original Series (TOS) when it was still Original!

Perhaps I should take the message literally and really use my boot, rather than my fist.

I did catch a few episodes of this show. I love satires, and this one is pretty funny. Haven't seen it again though, on any of my cable channels. If anyone knows what channel it plays on let me know.

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Aww shucks! I was off riding my motorcycle all weekend and missed your birthday, Dac! Hope you had a wonderful one.

I always request ENG. There is hardly any scenario that a GM can come up with, that doesn't break something. And Nerdese is easy. Just add magno-, -flux, or -relays to any noun, and use verbs like configuring, adjusting, or repairing. "Chief I'm afraid the magnofaxameter restrictors need to be configured again. I aljust the parameters on the Flatumatic relays with a spanner-flux monitor. I'll have them repaired in no time!"

Thanks Everyone, I had a wonderful Birthday.

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This is just another reference to Shatner's bad acting. (AND bad directing skills) He was actually out of character for the question, and thought he was speaking to his peer. His ego is such that even he didn't recognize it, in his own movie.

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Red Dwarf was a favorite of mine, even before the guy who played the Cat showed up on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (He played the singing Demon. Great voice... and the only episode of Buffy really worth watching, in my opinion). I still wonder why no one has produced a sitcom in Space. I mean a REAL sitcom, not a show that ended up being funny, simply because it was so bad. We need a non-animated version of Jetsons, or Futurama. Hyperdrive sounds interesting, but I haven't heard of it being broadcast anywhere in the States.

I, for one, would love to see a series based on the Frontier books. I hardly ever read Trek novels, but I did pick up the first Frontier series when I saw the name of the ship. The characters are diverse and interesting. It's been a few years since I read them, and I'm not even sure how many books were published, (I love long series, though, so I'd like to find out.) but I think I'd enjoy a show based on the story.

Sovak, folded his hands behind him and looked at the two officers standing stiffly at attention in the brig cells. He motioned to Precip to lower the force fields, his stony countenance and their own discipline holding Garnoopy and Farron in their places. Sovak’s voice belayed no emotion, as he composed his thoughts and began. “As you both, I am certain, are quite aware, striking a fellow officer is a Court Marshall offence, and punishable, at the discretion of the Commanding Officer, by not only a reduction in rank, but incarceration of up to 10 years per offence. By the number of wounds and bruises that I note on each of you, which I deduce, logically, must have been inflicted by the other, I would be well within the technical confines of military justice to leave you in these cells for the rest of your natural lives.” He noted, with some satisfaction, that neither of them showed any reaction to his words, which meant that either they thought he was bluffing (which, of course, he was not) or that they were showing much better self discipline than they had when they got themselves into this situation in the first place. As they were both intelligent officers, he logically surmised that the latter was the truth. “Fortunately for you, military law does give me wide latitude in the interpretation and application of justice in this instance, and the plain facts are that I need you both functioning in the capacities to which you are currently assigned. Our mission parameters do not allow me the latitude to be without either of you.” “I am not interested in any excuses, and will be reading your reports with extreme scrutiny. You will both be confined to quarters while not on duty, until further notice. A formal reprimand will be placed in your records. That is all. Dismissed.” He turned and strode out of the brig area without giving them any chance to speak, passing the none-too-pleased-looking Precip, and noting the somewhat surprised look on Counselor Roget’s face. He did, for a moment, wonder if she thought he was being too easy on them, or too hard, but was sure she would discuss the matter with him, later, in their regular crew evaluation meetings. He headed to the turbolift, to return to the bridge, already putting the matter behind him. His thoughts moved to other matters: preparation for departure, mission preparedness, and one other thought, which prevailed and seemed to take more precedence than he would like. The Admiral had left the ship. His reasons for doing so were a mystery, but that is not what persisted in occupying his thoughts. Sovak was in command. He was alone, with no Atragon to back him up. Certainly he had been in Command before. As first officer, he had had occasions to made command decisions before. But this time he was truly in Command. The lives of the entire crew, and the lives of the people with which they were to come in contact were his responsibility, no other’s. He was surprised to find that this fact made a difference to him, and colored his every thought and preparation for the mission. Logically, it was still the same mission, the same crew, the same ship. Fascinating, that this truth should make a difference in all that. Perhaps he should have that meeting with Counselor Roget, sooner than he had originally planned…

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