tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-125354952024-03-18T09:18:39.830+00:00Captain Picard's JournalThe diary of a harassed Starfleet officer in the 24th Century on the star trek of life.Jean-Luc Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.comBlogger1274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-91995966678231885162017-09-10T13:22:00.001+01:002017-09-10T13:22:18.344+01:00Geordi The Bore?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>Guest Poster: Geordi La Forge</strong><br />
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I get the idea that many colleagues here on the <em>Enterprise</em> consider me somewhat of a bore. I can't think why, as I've always thought of myself as a hip and groovy kind of guy.<br /><br />This morning I woke up and had breakfast. I thought I would do something really daring and innovative. Yes, I went for Rice Krispies instead of cornflakes. At the same time, I talked to a new intern about my stamp collection. Soon after, she left, saying she had to return a book to the library. Strange, that, as I didn't think we had a proper library, only the Kindle Computer.<br /><br />Then it was off to Engineering to repair a power point. After I finished with the sonic screwdriver, I asked the pretty lieutenant who was on board en route to Tetris III, the computer world whether she wanted to have some fun in the holodeck. She laughed, then told me she had to go and wash her hair. Strange, that, as members of her race were bald.<br /><br />Then it was lunchtime in Ten Forward. I talked a little to Deanna, but she kept falling asleep. Perhaps she had had a busy night?<br />
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<br />Geordi LaForgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03952945771841556196noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-567354766684747772017-08-27T13:54:00.001+01:002017-08-27T13:54:11.764+01:00Out Of Fashion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Being in suspended animation was a complete disaster for me.<br />
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After all, I am always on the pulse of the Federation fashion scene, even more so than that Kalinda Kardashian, who parades herself around in her scanties.<br />
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You can imagine my surprise when I went out on the first night after returning from our long haul, presumed lost in space. What did everyone say? Certainly not "Welcome back." More like "That outfit is<em> so</em> yesterday. No one is wearing that sort of thing anymore"<br />
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Red faced, I beamed myself quickly to the Starfleet Mall and maxed out my clothing allowance, which had grown to a huge amount due to our absence.<br />
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Do you think this outfit looks good one me?" Bev asked, "I think pink would be great for evenings out."<br />
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"I guess so." I said through gritted teeth. I would have bought that outfit if Bev had not goy her mitts on it first.<br />
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Deanna Troihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261471434638526438noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-68000417454497421112015-11-19T15:05:00.002+00:002015-11-19T15:09:17.434+00:00In Sick Bay<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"What is the nature of your medical emergency?" I say as I'm switched on. Sometimes I wish I had a different opening line.<br />
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"Doctor" he says, "The Enterprise has been in suspended animation for the last three years. I will need you, Doctor Crusher and Nuirse Delmara to help out with any stress the crew may have from learning that their loved ones have aged while they haven't."<br />
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Three years? Another human foul-up I suppose.<br />
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Beverly approaches. I suppose she will want to take over the running of everything. Some things never change.<br />
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"We could have quite a rush of people, Doctor." she says, "Some of the crew might be very panic stricken about the outside universe ageing while they haven't. Give them a supply of stress pills."<br />
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"Oh, Joe!" she exclaims, "It's go good to see you again. Though it seems like yesterday, I've missed having you around."<br />
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I must admit, I've missed her too. My personal nurse is the only one who calls me Joe. I must admit, I rather like it.<br />
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The first crewman comes in, holding his head as if it is going to fall off.<br />
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"I can't believe it." he says to himself, "My wife has probably got a new lover by now."<br />
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Time to start giving out the stress pills. Before long, I might be wishing I could have one as well.The Doctorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12183513247117438137noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-9024560399081330602015-11-19T14:33:00.000+00:002015-11-19T15:08:12.723+00:00Woken UpWhat's this then?<br />
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I wake up after a good night's sleep and the ship's chronometer tells me that three years have elapsed.<br />
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I hurriedly call a conference; Data tells me that we entered a cloud which put the Enterprise in suspended animation. Sensors could not penetrate it, so the Federation could not detect our presence. Only now, with solar activity nearby, did the cloud's composition weaken, and allow us to emerge and wake up.<br />
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Deanna is very upset about all this.<br />
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"It means I'll have to get a whole new wardrobe!" she wails, "All my clothes will be out of fashion."<br />
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"Picard!" snorts Admiral Bullockwhen I use the videoscreen to contact him, "We thought you were all dead. Do you know how much it's cost the Federation to have a funeral for every member of your crew? Now we'll have to rewrite everything and get you back on to our files."<br />
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"I'm sorry sir." I start, "But it was beyond our control. We had entered a ...."<br />
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"Very well, sir." I reply, "Has anything important happened in our absence?"<br />
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"No, it's been very quiet." the Admiral replies, "It seems like we only get trouble and universe-threatening problems when you are around. Now that you are back, we'd better strengthen our defences."<br />
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"Well, it looks like the Enterprise is up and running. We'll have to see what is going on in the universe."<br />
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* Two weeks ago I was told that I wasn't going to get a job I applied for, although I felt certain that I would.<br />
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* A necklace I sent off for as a present for someone turned out to be a cheap-looking item that was made in China.<br />
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* Tube for mouthwash<br />
* Driving Licence<br />
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As we promised her, Bev and I are taking Kathryn Janeway on a tour of the Starfleet Mall. She has been away for seven years. Her fashion sense is pretty shocking. Kate is wearing clothes that I wouldn't be seen dead in.<br />
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"Bev and Deanna." she says, "I want to thank you both for taking me out here to see the latest fashions. It's been so long since I've had a good shop..or a real drink for that matter."<br />
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"So it is." Bev agrees, "But you'll look great. Go and try it on.<br />
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"You look fabulous." we agree.<br />
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"You don't think I'm showing too much leg do you."<br />
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"Not at all." I answer, "The fashion now is to expose the legs. In other words, legs are 'in', Kathryn."<br />
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"It's a good job I didn't wear this on Voyager." she smiles to herself, "There would have been quite a few glances in my way from fellow crew members."<br />
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"I have to meet Will. now." I tell them, "We are going to the cinema to see <i>Indiana Jones In The Care Home</i>. See you later."<br />
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"That's all right." Bev replies, "Kate and I have got a lot of catching up to do in the local bars. We are going to drink each other under the table."Deanna Troihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02261471434638526438noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-9586671109890875522012-06-30T11:15:00.005+01:002012-06-30T11:15:41.950+01:00TWQ: Questions Not To Ask The InterviewerFor all those in a job interview, TWQ (the Weekend Question) asks others to supply questions not to ask the interviewer<br />
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* Do the female employees wear mini skirts?<br />
* How many sick days am I entitled to?<br />
* What time do you get off work, as I'd like to ask you out.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Guest Poster: Kathryn Janeway </span><br />
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Well, it's great to be back on Earth at last after seven long years away on <i>Voyager</i>. Next time I'll take one of those navigation devices that fit in cars. Tom Paris could never find his way around anywhere!<br />
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Would you believe it, the ship lands on Earth, just outside Starfleet Headquarters. Some bigwig comes on and makes me an Admiral! All this for getting their ship lost for seven years. The logic of some people. I know B'Elanna wouldn't have been happy about it, but she had just delivered her daughter and was in no mood to complain.<br />
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Finally I get off board and go to my apartment. The mail that I have. Despite the regular items, seven years of junk mail is a lot, I can tell you that.<br />
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Eventually I have a hot bath and change. The door bell goes. I answer it and find it is Jean-Luc Picard and Beverly Crusher.<br />
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"Hello erm...Admiral Janeway." Crusher begins, "Captain Picard and I would like to welcome you back to Earth and congratulate you on your new appointment."<br />
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Kowtowing to the new Admiral! Before I left, seven years ago, Beverly was very much the friendly sort. We would hold each other up in the bars and come back drunk at night!<br />
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"Yes." Picard adds, "We thought we'd lost you when the Voyager vanished." It's so good that an invaluable member of Starfleet is back with us."<br />
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Oh puh-leeze! Pass the sickbag, someone!<br />
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"Call me Kate like you used to!" I yell out at last, "All this formality is driving me crazy! For seven years I've had to maintain top rank as Captain on a tin can at the other end of the galaxy. It's about time you let the Starfleet collar off!"<br />
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"Err...yes, Admiral...I mean Kate." Jean-Luc answers, still rather reluctant to address a superior officer in that way, even off duty.<br />
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Beverly is different. She stands up and hugs me tightly.<br />
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"Welcome back, Kate!" she says warmly. "I've missed you SO much!"<br />
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"That's more like it!" I answer, "Now remember, Jean-Luc, the next time you visit here, leave your starchy collar behind."<br />
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"Now, Bev, I haven't been to the Starfleet Mall in seven years, nor have we been able to go to the bar and have enough drinks that we get thrown out.."<br />
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"That's something we are going to have to do." Bev answers, "But be sure that you don't end up in jail. It won't look good on your Admiral's resume."<br />
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"Well it was already on yours and mine the last time we did it." I guess one more won't harm!"<br />
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He won't be invited!Kathryn Janewayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09462006930448556305noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-52892746803711833002012-06-23T12:09:00.002+01:002012-06-23T12:09:24.077+01:00TWQ: Film PrequelsThis week, TWQ (the Weekend Question) invites you to submit some supposed prequels to famous movies. Time to get your sense of humour going!<br />
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* Tomorrow (the Day After Tomorrow)<br />
* W Men (X Men)<br />
* Men in Beige (Men in Black)<br />
* Let's Not Bother About Kevin, He's Just Going Through A Phase (We Need To Talk About Kevin)<br />
* Alice Lives Here (Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore)<br />
* Hello Baby Jane (Whatever Happened To Baby Jane?)<br />
* The Puppy of The Baskervilles (The Hound of The Baskervilles)<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Now it's over to you....</span>Jean-Luc Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-36373093893775042672012-06-17T14:52:00.003+01:002012-06-17T14:52:40.777+01:00TWQ: Time's Not On Our SideTWQ (<i>the Weekend Question</i>) this week asks what jobs do you find you have too little time to do.<br />
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"The indignity of it!" I angrily say as I storm back into the quarters that my wife Jadzia Dax and I share.<br />
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"Whatever has happened, Worfie?" she asks me, and gently rubs the bruises that I have.<br />
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"For the first time, I have been defeated by a WOMAN in a skilled competition. The Enterprise martial arts tournament was taking place and I was drawn against Jennifer Baxter."<br />
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"Oh dear..." Jadzia says quietly.<br />
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"Yes, well I thought she might be slightly tougher than the average woman, but still an easy victory." I tell her, "Anyway, before I know it, I was on the floor and Jennifer was victorious.."<br />
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"Oh dear..."she repeats, "Well, Jenny is a trained fighter, and works out every day. She is toned, muscular and has taken on many in the past."<br />
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"Granted." I answer, "But she still should have been defeated by me!"<br />
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"Maybe err..." Jadzia hesitantly suggests, "Maybe you're getting a little old for that sort of thing? Jenny is young and fit, while you have been doing it for a while."<br />
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I am livid.<br />
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"Jadzia!" I exclaim, "I am a Klingon warrior, trained to fight the hardest of opponents right until old age. Klingons do NOT get old for fighting!"<br />
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"Sorry, Worfie." she answers, "Do you think you are hurt because you underestimated Jenny, and planned to gently defeat her? It sounds like she went for the quick flourish, hoping the surprise would defeat you."<br />
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"You may be right, Jadzia." I say, thinking carefully "Had we fought normally, I would have defeated Jenny easily. It is not an honourable way to win. Klingons have a Code of Honour which they abide by. Jenny does not."<br />
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I walk out again, satisfied that it was not a fair match I lost in, but think I can still hear the sound of my wife giggling as I do.Worfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09851072702526484433noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-70795794007751154342012-06-09T14:38:00.001+01:002012-06-09T14:38:05.733+01:00TWQ: SuspicionsApologies for the inactivity here lately. Things are still going on in the real world that is cramping everything up that I could well do without. Anyway, today, TWQ (<i>the Weekend Question</i>) will be looking at what makes you suspicious.<br />
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* A book or TV programme at proclaims 'everybody in the country loves it'. Such a statement is never true.<br />
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* A building contractor who, when asked why he doersn't have any recognised badges of authority says, "Oh anyone can buy those."<br />
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* When I was at the office, I didn't like to fill out a holiday form until I got back, in case something happened while I was on vacation.<br />
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* I never play Enya's 'Marble Halls' now as I consider it a 'death song'. I have only played it after a tragic event.<br />
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*Though it's good to see blue skies for a change, excessive heat takes all energy out of me. A trip to the city had to be cancelled as it would be too tiring to walk around.<br />
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* I tend to stay pale and be in the coolest room in the house. A pleasant day with a good breeze would be far more welcome.<br />
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* Something I DON'T do in the heat is sleep very well!<br />
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"Is Seven going to make an appearance?" Deanna subtly asks of my other consciousness. I have to share my mind with the Borg version of myself. Sometimes she can intrude I don't want her to. For example, the other week, I went on a date, and it was just getting to the interesting part when she shouted "Resistance is futile!!" at my date. I must say, it was handy on that occasion, although I never saw him again.<br />
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"No, I don't think she'll appear today." I answer, "Shopping bores Seven, and she considers it irrelevent."<br />
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"Good." she smiles,"It looks like it'll be just you, me and our money, then."<br />
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"Do you think Will will like me in this outfit, Annie?" Deanna asks as she steps from the changing room.<br />
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"So will all the other men on the <i>Enterprise</i>....and a few women as well., "I say, "It's a little... opaque."<br />
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After some heavy duty shopping, we go past the <i>Future Mechanics</i> shop. Something there catches my eye.<br />
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"Oh, that looks adorable!" I exclaim, "I must have that!"<br />
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"You can't be serious, Annie!" Deanna gapes, "Where will it go?"<br />
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"Oh, I'll find somewhere." I answer, "I'll keep him charged up in my old Borg alcove."<br />
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Deanna sighs and says, "Very well, let's get it."<br />
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* I bought an ingrained wood games table in Sorrento, Italy, but telephoned them when I got home and changed the order to a beautiful writing desk, which I love.<br />
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* I bought the novel 'The Book Thief' as it had such a distinctive cover. It was a super novel.<br />
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* I did buy a chess set with large pieces. It was quite expensive, and have regretted that.<br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Now it's over to you...</span>Jean-Luc Picardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01689798190618944262noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-82703557342494234302012-05-15T14:00:00.000+01:002017-09-02T11:02:29.255+01:00Waiting On Tables<br />
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"I'll have a double chocolate sundae and Will here will have a coffee and donut." Deanna Troi tells me as they sit in Ten Forward.<br />
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I am the waitress taking the orders today. The reason that came around is when a crewman said something insulting about me and T'Pol. I subsequently poured all my coffee over him. The crewman was reprimanded, of course, but Captain Picard thought that I can't just go around pouring drinks, so he made the punishment fit the crime, and I am helping Guinan for a week.<br />
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"Get a move on, Britney!"Guinan calls out, "You are without doubt, the slowest, most accident prone waitress I've ever had under my charge. In the few days you've been here, you've already broken more plates than a Greek restaurant on New Year's Eve."<br />
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I manage to carry Deanna's chocolate sundae to her without dropping it into her lap. It's a pity I had to do it with Captain Picard's cup of Earl Grey tea. It was boiling hot as well...<br />
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"Can I take your order please, miss?" I routinely ask the next customer before I realise it is my girlfriend, T'Pol, who smiles it me.<br />
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"I'll have a kiss, followed by a Colombian coffee, you gorgeous looking waitress." she says with a smile.<br />
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I duly oblige with the first request, then go to get coffee. I bring it back without a hitch, and as it's my break, I sit with T'Pol to talk with her.<br />
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"How are you going with the waitressing, Brit?" she asks.<br />
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"It's not too much fun." I answer, "The replicators are going at full tilt making copies all all the plates I break."<br />
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"Hello babe, give us a kiss." says a tough crewman to T'Pol, when he walked up to us, then adds, "Oh, I forgot, you like the girls, don't you?"<br />
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T'Pol rolls her eyes then pours her Colombian coffee all over him.<br />
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"Can you get me another coffee please, Brit?" she asks, "I seem to have spilt mine."<br />
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"I think you'll be joining me as a waitress for a week, sweetie."Lieutenant Britneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06786454085965735429noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-83655751558465992052012-05-12T14:15:00.000+01:002012-05-12T14:15:09.615+01:00TWQ: ForgetfulAs I clumsily forgot my seventh blogaversary (April 30th) due to so many thinmgs to think about in the real world, I thought the TWQ ought to be about forgetfulness.<br />
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* My blogaversary<br />
* The bag with all my coffee and lunch in<br />
* Writing a Christmas card for someone important.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Guest Poster: Beverly Crusher</span><br />
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I am in the<i> Enterprise </i>Spa with Annika Hansen and the new assistant to the holographic doctor, Penelope Delmara. After lifting some rather heavy weights, we are all in the sauna, ready to relax.<br />
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Annika casts her towel away with ease, as does Penny. Why do I feel reluctant? After all, I'm a doctor. I know what the female form looks like! Is it because they are still so young, and I am um...more mature. Still, Jean-Luc has no complaints! I smile to myself.<br />
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Eventually I do take my towel off and put it down, and realise the other women take no notice. They are lying on the benches in the searing heat as we start to sweat.<br />
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"How are you liking it here on the <i>Enterprise</i>, Penny?" I ask the Spanish woman, "Are you getting along with everyone?"<br />
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"Oh yes, Bev!" Penny exclaims, "Everyone is so friendly. Joe likes me in particular. I think there is a little romance in the air for me."<br />
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"The holographic doctor, Annie." answers Penny, "He told me he never gave himself a name, so I have said I will call him Joe until he finds a better one. Actually, I think he is going to keep it."<br />
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"How are you and Seven getting along?" I ask Annika, "Are your consciousnesses maintaining a steady truce?"<br />
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"We are starting to get along and learning to respect each other." Annika answers, "Although there are some times when.....anyway, fortunately, Seven doesn't care much for the heat, so is not going to make an appearance while we are in the sauna."<br />
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"What is it, Bev?" asks a worried Penny.<br />
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"I don't wanna die!" yells Penny.<br />
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"Control yourself." orders the more assured Annika, "We will be rescued soon."<br />
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"Thank you, Will!" I say, hugging him, "We wouldn't have lasted another five minutes in there.<br />
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We would have been wise to put those towels on first!Beverly Crusherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00868924088314429895noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12535495.post-79543449074864787692012-05-05T14:36:00.002+01:002012-05-05T14:36:14.615+01:00TWQ: GamesThis week, TWQ (the Weekend Question) is asking about board, card or games in general.<br />
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* Mah Jongg: I was always a fan of this, but never have three partners to play.<br />
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It used to be a lot of careful deliberation and planning. Now there seem to be so many other factors, the last one was like a military operation and quite a chore. The further we go, the harder it is.<br />
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Tidy up all the useless boxes that have piled up.<br />
Dump the junk mail that is building up.<br />
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What's this? Who has changed the design?<br />
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"Computer!" I call out, "What has happend to the Captain's Journal?"<br />
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"I didn't want it changing!" I protest, computer, "Change it back to the previous design."<br />
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"Oooh!" that looks snazzy!" the counselor exclaims, as if she has seen a dress she wants to buy at the Starfleet Mall, "I can't wait to have a go on that!"<br />
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TWQ (the Weekend Question) asks what irritating things neighbours have been up to where you are.<br />
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* Parking across our driveway.<br />
*Letting of fireworks exceptionally late on festival days<br />
*Kicking footballs across the road to us.<br />
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