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Star Wreck: A Brief Imposition I generally get the best journal ideas in the bath. This one went round the noggin for a while this morning, so I'll include a brief introduction. The cartoonist S. Clay Wilson used a "time warp" technique whenever he needed to drop a load of blood thirsty 19th century pirates into a gang of unsuspecting bikers duking it out on a dark night somewhere south of Market. For the moment, we'll time dump this journal into:
STAR WRECK, YET ANOTHER ITERATION!
Captain Jimmy
- An amphetamine and Jane Austin freak who's austere, but fair and at
times somewhat aloof demeanor can drive the crew up the bulkheads
and make them curse the day they ever signed on. Fortunately for all,
after a somewhat obscure and traumatic encounter with an antiquities
dealer in a bar in Duluth, Minnesota, Captain Jimmy now spends his time
hunkered down in his ready room next to the food replicator sucking on a
strawberry candy, lips stained red and muttering: "The horror! The horror!"
Vice Commander Valerie
- a somewhat analytical, but warm and beautiful Betazoid woman who, in
Vice Commander Valerie would always sit beside Captain Jimmy in
a black Flammarian fabric dress with a neckline reaching down to
forever, while the captain counseled crew members to re-up
for another three year commitment. Each male crew member would shake his
head in disbelief, recalling the Counselor sitting beside the Captain in
half naked splendor and the warm fuzzy contentment with which they had
signed the proffered papers, realizing at that moment they were in need
of therapy, long, detailed, deep probing psychotherapy under the
direction of a ship's counselor.
Commander Click
- an android with a passion for the usual android stuff: Bach, Mozart,
The Female Members of the Crew - The women who comprise fully half the Star
Wreck crew, some 50.87% by actual computation, were less problematic
when it came to recruitment since when they joined they were uniformly
brilliant, dedicated, ambitious, beautiful and willing to serve (in swell
little uniforms that showed lots of leg).
This was true even though the Space Wreck was notorious throughout the
galaxy as a hard duty ship with impossibly good luck in impossibly bad
situations (some weird and dangerous event would occur like clockwork
once every week during the winter solar cycle), yet every woman of
intelligence and ambition knew the female crew somehow never,
absolutely never got fried or died in phaser disasters, alien
abductions, close by super novae explosions or lecherous onslaughts
on the command deck.
It looked good on your resume, this dangerous duty without the need to
die. Thus the lack of a re-up problem. With the exception of the
counselor, the ship's doctor, a bar tender, and a security geek or
two, no one ever did. One tour, the resume is complete, stalwart duty
in the face of the enemy, one tour and out! So what if the captain
never came out of his ready room? They'd had much worse times with
captains who did.
Back to the Journal
I'm not sure this belongs in a journal. Better an aside. Besides, as a
techie, I know the Star Trek stuff pretty well and there are things above
that don't jibe. Something like this takes longer to write than a
session during the first half of the Green Bay/'49ers name.
I start work tomorrow with the rest of humanity. I've got some projects
to get back up and running, to set a good example for the the new year.
More web work and lots of Windows NT. Windows NT 5.0 is the current
animal on the table and we want to be ready when it arrives. Yeah,
but that's another year yet, right? NT 5.0? Don't blink twice.
And this journal. This is my third month of daily entries and it looks like
they're not going to end any day soon. I'm going to miss some now and then,
I don't see how I can avoid it unless I make 'em really short and sensible
like: "Hangover... pain... light... pain... more sleep, dear God...."
I've had thoughts of digging out my old English books and correcting
some of the grammar. I'm using colons and brackets and ding bats badly,
I know, but looking all this stuff up, well, I don't know. I agree
with Ceej on this,
but I'm lazy and nobody's flamed me yet. I did the
same thing long ago while I was writing a novel. I have no great
command of the language and I need to keep a dictionary and one or
two of my old college grammatical usage texts to try and staunch
the embarrassing flow.
Ah well, time to see if I can cobble up a picture for the banner. Wonder
what? We'll see.
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