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I phasered it into oblivion ... it occured to me (shortly after posting it) that none of the beer I drank back in college was particularly good.
[Genre: Mirror Mirror Star Trek TNG]
Picard: Mr. Crusher, in my ready room. {disappears into ready room}
Wesley: Yessir. {follows}
Sounds of a struggle ensue, followed by the angry whine of an agonizer, followed by teenage screaming. The screaming continues for almost 30 minutes, much to the delight of the bridge crew, before finally trailing off. The captain re-emerges several minutes later, absently sticks a bloodstained duranium poinard point-first into the nearest console, and sits down ... to the applause of the bridge crew.
Riker: Nicely done, Captain.
Picard: Yes, the boy was rather annoying. I mentioned back in season 1 that i disliked children, and that they didn't belong on military ships.
Data: How do you intend to deal with Dr. Crusher ?
Picard: I offered her command of a medical ship ... the price was allowing me to kill that wretched son of hers. She accepted. I like that in a woman - a complete lack of scruples.
Warg: {sullen}
Riker: Why so glum, Warg ?
Warg: I wanted to be the one to execute the brat ... the honor should have been mine !
Riker: Ah yes, Wesley's little prank with the replicator last week ... he reprogrammed your prune juice "warrior's drink" to include ex-lax, right ?
Warg: {snarls}
Laforge: {laughs}
Romance: 5165
SciFi: 4877 {-2}
Data: {scanning} Captain, the Romancian vessel has stopped in space. I've halted our forward momentum as well, in order to maintain distance.

[Genre: Mirror Mirror Star Trek TNG]
Picard: Mr. Crusher, in my ready room. {disappears into ready room}
Wesley: Yessir. {follows}
Sounds of a struggle ensue, followed by the angry whine of an agonizer, followed by teenage screaming. The screaming continues for almost 30 minutes, much to the delight of the bridge crew, before finally trailing off. The captain re-emerges several minutes later, absently sticks a bloodstained duranium poinard point-first into the nearest console, and sits down ... to the applause of the bridge crew.
Riker: Nicely done, Captain.
Picard: Yes, the boy was rather annoying. I mentioned back in season 1 that i disliked children, and that they didn't belong on military ships.
Data: How do you intend to deal with Dr. Crusher ?
Picard: I offered her command of a medical ship ... the price was allowing me to kill that wretched son of hers. She accepted. I like that in a woman - a complete lack of scruples.
Warg: {sullen}
Riker: Why so glum, Warg ?
Warg: I wanted to be the one to execute the brat ... the honor should have been mine !
Riker: Ah yes, Wesley's little prank with the replicator last week ... he reprogrammed your prune juice "warrior's drink" to include ex-lax, right ?
Warg: {snarls}
Laforge: {laughs}
Romance: 5165
SciFi: 4877 {-2}
Data: {scanning} Captain, the Romancian vessel has stopped in space. I've halted our forward momentum as well, in order to maintain distance.
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OK, if I say I think the guy in the video is Brad, will I get a response? 

Attention whoring can be so lonely...Kilgore Trout wrote:Brad, somehow your last post made me think of a video clip called How Men Screw Up Romance. How appropriate for this thread! I found a copy online:
How Men Screw Up Romance
"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." -- Francisco Goya: Epigraph to Los Caprichos, 1970
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[Mirror Mirror ST:TNG, cont'd]
Data: Captain, the Romancians are remaining motionless.
Riker: It's a trap.
Picard: Of course. You know what to do, Number One.
Riker: Warg, arm the photon torpedoes !
Warg: FINALLY !! {pumps fist}
Picard: No no no no, not that. Get down to sick bay Wil, don the pajamas, and the Romancian pheremone spray, and beam over to their ship.
Riker: {horrified}
Warg: Captain, please, I beg you ... let me blow the p'tagh outta them !
Picard: {to Warg} No. Where's the fun in blowing them up ? I'm rather enjoying drawing this out.
Picard: {to Riker} Sickbay. Make it so.
Riker: And if I refuse ?
Picard: {fingers agonizer} Make my day.
Laforge: Ooooh, can I have your cabin after you're dead, Wil ?
Riker: {grumbles}
SciFi: 4907 {+30}
[Mirror Mirror ST:TNG, cont'd]
Data: Captain, the Romancians are remaining motionless.
Riker: It's a trap.
Picard: Of course. You know what to do, Number One.
Riker: Warg, arm the photon torpedoes !
Warg: FINALLY !! {pumps fist}
Picard: No no no no, not that. Get down to sick bay Wil, don the pajamas, and the Romancian pheremone spray, and beam over to their ship.
Riker: {horrified}
Warg: Captain, please, I beg you ... let me blow the p'tagh outta them !
Picard: {to Warg} No. Where's the fun in blowing them up ? I'm rather enjoying drawing this out.
Picard: {to Riker} Sickbay. Make it so.
Riker: And if I refuse ?
Picard: {fingers agonizer} Make my day.
Laforge: Ooooh, can I have your cabin after you're dead, Wil ?
Riker: {grumbles}
Regarding the Star Trek Genre: I've almost run out of incomplete books that needed completing ... once I'm done with those, I'll resume adding new ST books from scratch.
There are scads of them still out there.
There are scads of them still out there.
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Trout: Captain, the Romancians appear to be drifting. Fortunately, we are drifting a bit faster than they are.
SciFi: 4981 {+74}
Trout: Captain, the Romancians appear to be drifting. Fortunately, we are drifting a bit faster than they are.
"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." -- Francisco Goya: Epigraph to Los Caprichos, 1970
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Trout to Computer: Computer, email to Captain Jerk, for delivery when the Romulan ale wears off -- Captain, the Romancians appear dead in space. We have shut off thrusters and are drifting their way silently. We have encrypted this message so as not to reveal our strategy.
Trout aside to Uhura: Uhura? We are encrypting, aren't we? Uhura?
Chekov: You know she takes late lunch, you idiot!
(Trout, to self, under his breath: Dang, they'll hang me for sure.)
Trout: Ummm... so Captain, all is well. If you need me, I'll be taking a short leave on Planet (covers mouth) dmmmbryfrggnnhh. Computer -- delay delivery at least 24 hours. Captain Jerk is unlikely to wear off all that ale that soon anyway.
Sulu: You've done it this time, Round Eyes!
Trout: Transporter room -- prepare to beam one, ASAP!
SciFi: 4991 {+10}
Trout to Computer: Computer, email to Captain Jerk, for delivery when the Romulan ale wears off -- Captain, the Romancians appear dead in space. We have shut off thrusters and are drifting their way silently. We have encrypted this message so as not to reveal our strategy.
Trout aside to Uhura: Uhura? We are encrypting, aren't we? Uhura?
Chekov: You know she takes late lunch, you idiot!
(Trout, to self, under his breath: Dang, they'll hang me for sure.)
Trout: Ummm... so Captain, all is well. If you need me, I'll be taking a short leave on Planet (covers mouth) dmmmbryfrggnnhh. Computer -- delay delivery at least 24 hours. Captain Jerk is unlikely to wear off all that ale that soon anyway.
Sulu: You've done it this time, Round Eyes!
Trout: Transporter room -- prepare to beam one, ASAP!
"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." -- Francisco Goya: Epigraph to Los Caprichos, 1970
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Romance: 5250 {+19}
That Other Genre: 4991 {+0}
Cripes, I take a few days off (after an average of about 200 per week in the past 2 months) and you guys call me "dead in space."
That Other Genre: 4991 {+0}
Cripes, I take a few days off (after an average of about 200 per week in the past 2 months) and you guys call me "dead in space."

"Thou currish hasty-witted pigeon-egg[s]!" --- Shakespeare
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -- Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
"So where the hell is he?" -- Laurie
"So where the hell is he?" -- Laurie
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Mine's down too and what little I know of your weekend sounds like mine. Today I was telling someone that I had seen a certain person come into the office at midnight on Sunday... or was it Saturday? I couldn't remember since I'd been there at midnight two nights in a row. Actually three nights out of four.
"Fantasy abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of their marvels." -- Francisco Goya: Epigraph to Los Caprichos, 1970
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For those without the brain power of Brad:
Definitions of fecund on the Web:
* (fek' nd) Species that have a high reproductive output based on when and how often they reproduce.
http://www.fort.usgs.gov/resources/educ ... ossary.asp
* capable of producing offspring or vegetation
* intellectually productive; "a prolific writer"; "a fecund imagination"
wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn
Formerly known as 'Xyrael'.
[url=http://en.wikipedia.org/]Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia[/url]
[url=http://en.wikipedia.org/]Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia[/url]
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SciFi: 4999 {+8}
GENRE: Star Trek TOS
Jerk: {groggy from too much Romulan ale, checks e-mail, then connects to the bridge by view-com} Jerk to bridge ... what's our position ?
Sulu: I dunno about you, but I'm sitting down.
Jerk: Funny guy. How close are we to The Neutral Zone ?
Sulu: About as close as your toupee is to your scalp.
Jerk: Remind me later to demote you, Mister.
Sulu: I'll remind you by e-mail, Sir. BTW, that was a good party last night.
Spock: I've never understood the Human predilection for imbibing unhealthy mind-altering toxins, like alcohol.
Jerk: Funny, I seem to recall you enjoying the effects of mind-altering spores on one occasion, and your popping an impressive green woodie back during the "Amok Time" episode.
Spock: Really Captain, those were involuntary incidents.
Jerk: And what about Zarabeth in "All Our Yesturdays" ? No spores, no drugs, you were as horny as a billygoat, and you almost strangled Bones in a fit a territorial jealous rage, because the 3 of you were all alone forever, and nobody would ever know. If A. C. Crispin's 2-part "Yesturday's Son" saga is to be believed, you even have a son floating around out there, in the past.
Spock: {uncomfortable} Yes, well, as you know, the Atavacron altered my genetic structure to revert me to the time before Surak ...
Jerk: Yadda yadda yadda ... enough technobabble. You know as well as I do that Surak's influence on Vulcan history was philosophical, not genetic. The bottom line is you had a boner a mile long, and you and Zarabeth were going at it like cats in heat on that bearskin rug, and eating meat to boot ... and you liked it ... a lot. ADMIT IT.
Spock: Captain ... our present situation ...
Jerk: CAN WAIT. Once and for all, I want you to admit that being half Human isn't all bad ... that you LIKE sex, that you LIKED eating meat, and that you LIKED mind altering drugs and hormonal imbalances. And don't make me come up there and phaser you to get it ... fans have been waiting for DECADES for this admission.
Spock: *SIGH* Oh, very well ... yes.
JERK: FINALLY !!
SULU: Wow.
CHECKOV: Aye kan't believe eet.
UHURA: Mister Spock, I always knew you had it in you.
SCOTTY: I'll get a bottle of Saurian Brandy ... we'll celebrate.
Spock: No thank you, Mr. Scott. We have more pressing issues ... such as do we or dont we enter The Neutral Zone ? The Romancians have almost certainly set a trap for us.
Jerk: Sulu ... manuvering thrusters forward.
Sulu: Aye Captain.
Jerk: {connects to sickbay} Bones, you owe me $1,000 credits.
McCoy: A thou ... no way ... he finally said it ?
Jerk: Yep.
McCoy: And I missed it ? Why didn't you call me to the bridge ?!!
SciFi: 4999 {+8}
GENRE: Star Trek TOS
Jerk: {groggy from too much Romulan ale, checks e-mail, then connects to the bridge by view-com} Jerk to bridge ... what's our position ?
Sulu: I dunno about you, but I'm sitting down.
Jerk: Funny guy. How close are we to The Neutral Zone ?
Sulu: About as close as your toupee is to your scalp.
Jerk: Remind me later to demote you, Mister.
Sulu: I'll remind you by e-mail, Sir. BTW, that was a good party last night.

Spock: I've never understood the Human predilection for imbibing unhealthy mind-altering toxins, like alcohol.
Jerk: Funny, I seem to recall you enjoying the effects of mind-altering spores on one occasion, and your popping an impressive green woodie back during the "Amok Time" episode.
Spock: Really Captain, those were involuntary incidents.
Jerk: And what about Zarabeth in "All Our Yesturdays" ? No spores, no drugs, you were as horny as a billygoat, and you almost strangled Bones in a fit a territorial jealous rage, because the 3 of you were all alone forever, and nobody would ever know. If A. C. Crispin's 2-part "Yesturday's Son" saga is to be believed, you even have a son floating around out there, in the past.
Spock: {uncomfortable} Yes, well, as you know, the Atavacron altered my genetic structure to revert me to the time before Surak ...
Jerk: Yadda yadda yadda ... enough technobabble. You know as well as I do that Surak's influence on Vulcan history was philosophical, not genetic. The bottom line is you had a boner a mile long, and you and Zarabeth were going at it like cats in heat on that bearskin rug, and eating meat to boot ... and you liked it ... a lot. ADMIT IT.
Spock: Captain ... our present situation ...
Jerk: CAN WAIT. Once and for all, I want you to admit that being half Human isn't all bad ... that you LIKE sex, that you LIKED eating meat, and that you LIKED mind altering drugs and hormonal imbalances. And don't make me come up there and phaser you to get it ... fans have been waiting for DECADES for this admission.
Spock: *SIGH* Oh, very well ... yes.
JERK: FINALLY !!
SULU: Wow.
CHECKOV: Aye kan't believe eet.
UHURA: Mister Spock, I always knew you had it in you.
SCOTTY: I'll get a bottle of Saurian Brandy ... we'll celebrate.
Spock: No thank you, Mr. Scott. We have more pressing issues ... such as do we or dont we enter The Neutral Zone ? The Romancians have almost certainly set a trap for us.
Jerk: Sulu ... manuvering thrusters forward.
Sulu: Aye Captain.
Jerk: {connects to sickbay} Bones, you owe me $1,000 credits.
McCoy: A thou ... no way ... he finally said it ?
Jerk: Yep.

McCoy: And I missed it ? Why didn't you call me to the bridge ?!!
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Not bad considering SciFi was actually down to 4983 or less at one point since last tally.Brad wrote:Romance: 5250 {+0}
SciFi: 4999 {+8}
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