Archive for March, 2003

“Off on your way, hit the open road…”

Sunday, March 30th, 2003

And so, a new week begins.

I had been up for a few minutes this morning (thanks to Sissy the Wonder Kitty’s attempts to climb onto the windowsill) when the doorbell rang. This was roughly 10:45. So, I got out of bed and headed to the door. I looked out the door, cautiously… and saw a young man holding a Fast Sunday envelope for the LDS Church. This normally happens on the first Sunday of the month, but next weekend is Conference Weekend, so this they have pushed up the date for collecting Fast Offerings. *shrug* I’ll have to remember to be a) awake and b) cogent enough next month to remember to inform whomever arrives that no one here is LDS and ask them to refrain from stopping here.

I’m not sure what I want to do today. It looks like a nice day out; this seems to have been confirmed by the Weather Channel website. Part of me wants to head to one of the bookstores and do some drawing; part of me thinks that I should indulge in a bit of outdoor time. We shall see…

Yesterday was a good day: I woke up at 9:30, so I made my way into the office, plopped down on the futon and watched cartoons. And then I intermittently watched my inner eyelids. I went to lunch at Guru’s with before heading to the park for a bit of Ultimate. Aerobic exercise is a good thing. Tiring, but good. I came home, took a shower and relaxed a bit before bowling. Once again, we were subjected to people with minimal (read: “no”) concept of lane courtesy. On both sides of our lanes. They weren’t necessarily obnoxious, just annoying. Fortunately, , and I were able to (mostly) ignore the voices in our heads that kept repeating “Eliminate them… MDK…. MDK….” We went for our usual postgame repast. One of our former favorite waiters, Jaysin, was there. (He’s a former favorite because he no longer works there.) All-in-all, it was a well-spent day.

Stray Toasters

  • THX-1138 is on Trio. This is interesting, but I’m not sure if I am in the mood for it now. Aspects of it remind me of Logan’s Run, though.
  • I finally unpacked some of my monorail last night, to make sure that it works. It does. Now, all that I have to do is find a spot to set it up.
  • Need I make a comment about how tired I am of the coverage of the “War in Iraq?” I don’t believe this: A little marquee just scrolled across the bottom of the screen of the movie plugging another channel with news coverage of the war. I like information, but there is a point of overkill. The Duran Duran song Too Much Information and Don Henley’s Dirty Laundry pretty well sum up my attitude on the media, at this point.
  • Bless the “Shuffle” feature of Winamp. ::: genuflect :::

And now, it’s time to figure out what I want to do with the rest of the afternoon… and what movie to see this evening.


“Time, time, time, see what’s become of me….”

Sunday, March 30th, 2003

I’m tired. More to come after the sun comes up.


“Come together…”

Saturday, March 29th, 2003

Today was not only the end of the workweek, it turned out to be a decent day, too. The weather, while still a little cool, wasn’t bad.

Post-work, I went to Sanctuary with and her friends Remi and Pedro. It is the local Goth club. Interesting place, but a “good” interesting. The bar had a fairly decent variety of frosty malt beverages on hand, too. There weren’t tons of people there tonight, but there was a decent crowd. I would go again. No arm-twisting necessary.

Song of the Day
Frontier Psychiatrist by The Avalanches

Stray Toasters

  • I stopped at the coffee shop across the street from the office this morning. It was my second time there, but they seemed to remember who I was, relatively speaking. I’m going to chalk that up to the fact that it’s a new shop and their clientele isn’t too large yet… and pray that it isn’t because of some faux pas that I committed the last time that I was there.
  • After tonight’s excursion, I may (may) want to reevaluate/revise my concept of what is and/or is not covered by the words “dance” and “dancing.”
  • There were far too many things to remember from tonight’s assorted conversations and breakfast. Among the ones that stick out, however, are:
    • The “ass-bra”
    • The Pocket Pirate
    • The Celine Dion and Alanis Morrisette clones two tables away from us.
    • Lack of sleep and its affect on awareness.
    • Conversations with polysyllabic words. Or the lack thereof.

Quote of the Day
: Tabasco Sauce. That’s what it’s all about. The Hokey-Pokey lies.

And now, sleep.


“So we keep it under lock and key…”

Friday, March 28th, 2003

Waking up this morning wasn’t easy. Fortunately, the workday wasn’t bad.

It was cold today. About 20° colder than yesterday. And it snowed, as well. Snow. At the end of March. Welcome to Utah Meteorology 101. If I remember correctly, we have about another three weeks of “snow season” left. Whoop-de-fuck.

Song of the Day

  • Atomic Dog by George Clinton
  • Diamond Dogs by David Bowie
  • Underdog by Butthole Surfers

Stray Toasters

  • Spirited Away is coming back to theatres Friday. If you didn’t see it last year, I highly recommend it. Beautifully done piece of cinema; don’t let the fact that it’s animated stop you from seeing it.
  • Anastacia and… Cyndi Lauper. In a Dr. Pepper commercial. In a bowling alley.
  • Someone posted a link to this on IRC tonight. Not to be outdone, countered with this, this and this. All of the links are fairly work safe.
  • “lunach”

  • Excerpted from tonight’s chat with :

    [22:15] : Rob must’ve had a bad day at work and is now taking it out on me cause I’m all defenseless. and stuff
    [22:15] : Not at all.
    [22:15] : what an evil man
    [22:15] : evil
    [22:15] : I do this because it’s fun.
    [22:15] : Axis of Rob Evil
    [22:17] : Robdam Hussein
    [22:18] : Rob Hitler
    [22:18] : The Marquis de Rob
    [22:18] : I will be more pleasant when I have food in my tummy
    [22:18] : Rob Stalin
    [22:19] : Rob of Babylon
    [22:20] : Or simply..Rob. LIke Judas.
    [22:20] : Rob Iscariot


“No singing in the acid rain…”

Thursday, March 27th, 2003

That’s right… another day closer to the weekend. Today was a pretty decent day. No fires to put out; just a fairly casual day. The weather, on the other hand, was rainy. By the bucket.

After work, came home and had a bite to eat. And played on my bass a bit – Brian (from work) replaced a bad part in it last week and I got a new instrument cable from Chris today so…. I played. And it was good. I spent the rest of the evening at and Brad’s. That was good, as well. I even met the infamous Taz.

Song of the Day
Dream On by Aerosmith

Stray Toasters

  • Read a little more of The Art of War.
  • Drawing GOOOD. ::: gesture :::
  • It was snowing on the way home. I don’t think that it will stick, but that’s not the point. It was snowing.
  • I had an interesting “conversation” with Adam and . Interesting, with a touch of “odd” and a dash of “amusing,” thrown in for good measure. (See QotD, below, for an excerpt)
  • For : MMORPG = Mighty Morphin’ “Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game” (Like EverQuest, Anarchy Online, etc.)
  • I think that there was more, but I’m tired and I’ll figure it out (and/or deal with it) later.

Quote of the Day:

[19:53] AdamOSU85: Since I read that article in Razor about college hookers I’ve considered becoming one or at least a stripper to supplement my income.
[19:53] ShadoRunr: I love my brother.
[19:53] KruciBelle: He’d be a great hooker
[20:02] ShadoRunr: I’m not quite sure what to say to that.
[20:03] KruciBelle: lol
[20:59] AdamOSU85: So are you just lounging around for the rest of the night?
[20:59] ShadoRunr: Not sure. I may head over to ‘s
[21:01] AdamOSU85: If you do ask her what my name should be?
[21:02] KruciBelle: o.O?
[21:03] KruciBelle: Akshay 😉
[21:04] KruciBelle: is Hindo for “indestructible”
[21:04] KruciBelle: Hindu
[21:07] ShadoRunr: [21:06] AdamOSU85: Now how many hookers do you know with a name like “Indestructible,” or anything not like Trixy, Candy, Bamby etc…?
[21:07] KruciBelle: okay fine 😛 His name should be HoneyButt
[21:08] ShadoRunr: [21:08] AdamOSU85: Now I’m a little scared.
[21:08] ShadoRunr: [21:08] AdamOSU85: No a lot scared.


“I sell the things you need to be. I tell you 1 and 1 makes 3…”

Wednesday, March 26th, 2003

Had another “less-than-entirely-thrilling” moment at work today, but a chance to sit in the sun and read a little bit of The Art of War at lunch washed it away.

The best part of the day was the “non-Meetup SLC LJ Meetup,” as called it. Jess, , and Young Miss Fiona, Brad and I got together for coffee this evening. It was a nice way to unwind after work. Following that, we headed to Sampan for dinner. Good food. And our usual “unusual” dinner conversation.

Song of the Day
Rock and Roll Band and We’re Ready by Boston

Quotes of the Day

  • : I can’t very well take my pants off and suck the water out.
  • From Adam (as a retort to my conversation with ): And how could you think that fish like fishsticks? They’re the sticks. They’re being toasted goldenly brown and eaten. The only time to swim again is with the root beer I wash it down with, how could they like that?

Stray Toasters

  • Commercials for Totally Awesome Computers and PC Laptops can all go the way of the dodo, as far as I’m concerned. If you live in Utah, you most likely know what I’m talking about; if not… be glad that you don’t.
  • Chatted with Mom for a bit. All’s well on the southern homefront, it seems.
  • Fortune cookies: Yes or no? (I vote “yes.”)
  • Bill Cosby was tonight’s guest host on The Late Show with David Letterman. I missed the first half of the show, but I really enjoyed the part that I saw. If there were ballots for a permanent guest host, he would have my vote.
  • Rhett posted this this link on IRC tonight.
  • Pinatas, Robin Hood and who really invented hippo…
  • It really doesn’t help that about half of the time when I see “MMORPG,” I want to toss in the words “Mighty Morphin’.”

And, lastly, “goodbye” to . Well, not really ‘goodbye,’ but you know what I mean.

And with that, it’s time to hit the rack. Until next time…


“Swimming in their pools, they soon forget about the sea…”

Tuesday, March 25th, 2003

This was a day (at least the workday part of it) that I was glad to see end. Not to say that it was a “bad” day. Far from it. It was just long. There weren’t any real problems, but I was happy to be on the other side of the door at quitting time. Oh, well… that just means that I am one day closer to the weekend. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Song of the Day
Get a Move On by Mr. Scruff (You might recognize it as the song in the ads for the Lincoln Navigator)

NPR/PRI Stories
I was listening to WAMU (from Washington, D.C.) since the KUER “Listen Live” server was full this morning.. After a while, I had completely spaced off the fact that I was listening to the D.C. feed. Around 4:00, during the local news update, the reporter was talking about local traffic on “The Beltway.” That got my attention. In four years here, I’d never heard anyone here use that term to refer to any road here. The Beltway (I-695) back home or the “Capital Beltway” (I-495) in the D.C. area, sure. Even the “Capital Beltline” (NC 440) in the RTP, no problem. Here, it’s “the Belt Route.” It was about another 10 seconds before I remembered that I wasn’t listening to a Utah station.

Quote of the Day
From a conversation that I had with this evening:

[22:51] : um……….. i like fishsticks
[22:51] : Well, who DOESN’T like fishsticks?!
[22:52] : the fish
[22:53] : Good point.
[22:53] : i try

Stray Toasters

  • Just another reason why is one of my favorite people:
  • Spirited Away took the Oscar for Animated Feature Film last night. If you haven’t seen it, you should. Wonderful film and it makes for a great companion piece to Princess Mononoke.
  • What in the Hell has happened to Comics2Film? Last night it was there; tonight… nothing.
  • I think that there was something that I saw earlier today that struck me as “odd” that I wanted to post here… but I have no idea what it was. Should have written it down, I guess. C’est la vie.

Goodnight, folks.

“And the pain will never say goodbye…”

Monday, March 24th, 2003


That’s the word that best describes how I felt this morning. Frisbee and bowling apparently kicked my ass (and lower back and right knee) yesterday. Yes, they were fun and I enjoyed every moment of them, but…. Oy Gevalt! At least I did manage to sleep in until 11:30. And it was wonderful.

The first part of the day was fairly uneventful. I watched TV, surfed and chatted, and… did some more laundry. After I got tired of being at home, I headed to Borders for coffee and drawing. It was good; even joined me for a while. After that, it was off to Steve and John’s house for their annual Oscar bash. And it was, once again, a blast. I had a GREAT time. They throw amazing parties. Period.

Stray Toasters

  • They finally gave a release date to Phone Booth. I want to see this, but it’s a Joel Schumaker film, so I’m a little leery… especially after the Batman and Robin fiasco. We shall see… After all, he’s directed a few movies and music videos that I liked, so there is hope. Faint, but it is hope nonetheless.
  • Talked to members of the paternal side of the family today. All’s well with them… for the most part – it seems that Adam isn’t happy with the base that he’s been assigned to for the summer. In Texas. I’ll just say that he isn’t fond of Texas (for whatever reasons) and leave it there.
  • I bought new copies (read: “Replacement copies”) of The Art of War and Way of the Peaceful Warrior this afternoon.
  • Cafè Mocha and mini chocolate Bundt cake. ‘Nuff said.

Word of the Day
Harakiri (and the person responsible knows why)

And now, sleep….


“The boy throws down his baseball cap and covers up his eyes…”

Sunday, March 23rd, 2003

Normally, on days off I like to sleep in. Today, being a day off, that was the plan. I was awake at 9:40. So, I got up and watched a few cartoons. I must have also fallen asleep for a while, because there seems to be a :30 gap in my memory. I showered, watched more TV, did some cleaning (mostly laundry) and just… hung around the apartment for a while.

Went to Cottonwood Park, met and some of her friends and played a variant form of Ultimate (frisbee with rules). When that petered out, I took a cue from Mary Poppins and flew my kite. There were at least six (6) other people flying kites there, as well. There’s something not only fun, but relaxing about kite-flying. This was followed by milkshakes at Iceberg.

Back home for a shower, a fresh change of clothes…and some rest before heading off to bowling. Decent turnout tonight, there were seven of us bowling and Jon and yet-another-Jon came and hung out with us. We did the traditional post-bowling breakfast. We were surprised by Bill and George while we were paying our checks. Bill, not too surprisingly, was under the influence of Bacchus’ bounty. It was amusing, in a Bill sort of way.

And now, I am finally winding down. Not sure if I’m going to sleep in tomorrow or not. I have an urge to go downtown to the library and hang out for a while. I’d like the chance to hang out and explore it more. And draw. Especially since I didn’t do anything today. And, there’s the Oscar party at Steve and John’s tomorrow night. If last year’s party and their Christmas get-together were any indication, this will definitely be fun.


“Sprawling on the fringes of the setting geometric order…”

Saturday, March 22nd, 2003

And not a day too soon!

Actually, the overall day wasn’t bad. It was just a few hours in the middle that were a little… something. They weren’t really “bad,” but they weren’t entirely pleasant, either. I led an expedition to check out a place that might be providing some new inventory. We had to catalog/inventory the items there for further review. It wasn’t fun.

The perfect way to cap off the work week was to indulge in a little Aussie-styled hospitality… so it was Outback for dinner. After an order of cheese fries, prime rib and a Foster’s (Australian for “beer”) to wash it down, the earlier parts of the day didn’t seem so bad. And, the NCAA tourney was on.

Song of the Day
Closing out “Coast to Coast” week: Anchorage by Michelle Shocked

Stray Toasters

  • While at Outback, one of the managers recognized me from a prior visit. I, on the other hand, was lost as to her identity. She remembered that I worked for the USPS (apparently I haven’t seen her since I quit working for Uncle Sam). After a few minutes, the details of having met her before emerged through the misty veils of memory. Yay for not being (completely) senile!!!
  • Also at the restaurant, there was an NBA game playing on one TV while the NCAA tournament played on the other. This led me to recall a comment that someone made about how different the games (pro and college) are. I think that the argument was along the lines of: The college game is a more “pure” form of the sport – the athletes are there for the love of the game; pro basketball is more flash and dazzle and more entertainment than a sport. Anyone care to voice an opinion on that?
  • Not only was it a nice day, but there was a rather decent-looking sunset at the end of it.
  • “This potato has long ears…”
  • Apparently, someone (who shall remain nameless but one of whose names has initials in common with Green Lantern) took last night’s comments about wanting to see The Core as me wanting to subject others to the movie. Nope. The only ones who are in danger of that are the willing victims. Besides, I said “inner masochist,” which is not to be confused with “inner sadist.” At least, not in this case.
  • Cyndi Lauper. I heard “True Colors” at some point today. It reminded me that, as her record stated, She’s So Unusual, but I like her stuff. Chalk it up as a guilty pleasure. Right alongside Copacabana.
  • Charlotte’s Web 2: Wilbur’s Great Adventure… direct to video. Go figure. But the real question is: Was this really necessary?

Quote of the Day

[11:10] [hetsaq]: iraq is pwned
[11:10] [Mycah]: bombs over baghdad.
[11:11] [hetsaq]: iraq is now a parking lot for camels
[11:12] [Mycah]: I’m so glad I don’t live there. The biggest stress of my day is that my cheese is moldy.

Tonight’s post has been brought to you by the letters “I” and “W” and the number 4.


“Riding on the Metro…”

Friday, March 21st, 2003

Pretty decent day. As The Beatles said: “Nothing to get hung about…”

Song of the Day

  • Sweet Home Chicago by the Blues Brothers
  • Route 66 by Depeche Mode
  • To Live and Die in L.A. by Wang Chung

Stray Toasters

  • It was a nice day. Not quite as warm as I would have liked, and there a little more grey in the sky than I would have preferred, but it was a nice day.
  • Does anyone else see trailers for The Core and think “Armageddon: Inverted”? Just wondering. And, as bad as I’m sure it’s going to be, my inner masochist wants to see it.
  • Nothing like Chinese take out (or delivery in this case) from Sampan. Beef Lo Mein.
  • The thigh bone’s connected to the knee bone.
  • I finally got my Rokenbok Monorail Start Set and brought it home today. @_@

Quote of the Day

  • : [10:19] i want to squeeze his little pencil neck so hard until his head fucking pops off, and then shove it up his ass so far it comes out his neck again.
  • Leela: If you killed your grandfather, how do you still exist?
    Fry: I dunno, maybe God loves me.
    Bender: *laughter*

  • Martin: Niles, you know what they say: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
    Niles: But not everyone makes it to that second category.


“We can fall from rockets’ red glare down to ‘Brother can you spare…’ Another war. Another wasteland. And another lost generation.”

Thursday, March 20th, 2003

And so, it begins… Not only was it the first day back at work, but it seems that we are now at war. I find those two items disparate and oddly… compatible.

It was a good day at work. We are almost done processing the shipment that came in last week and should be gearing up for another one in the next week or so.

After work was the traditional every-other-Wednesday “coffee,” although tonight was an informal farewell get together for Sara, who is leaving next week to join the Peace Corps. We went to Desert Edge Brew Pub. There were 7 of us, and it was fun. One of the waitstaff turned to CNN and news of Desert Storm 2.0 (for Windows) a little after 8:00. The TV wasn’t turned up very loud… or at least we couldn’t hear it from our table, so we were making up our own commentary. Think “MST3K meets CNN” in roughly the same vein as “Laurel and Hardy meets (fill in any appropriate co-star)” and you get the idea.

Song of the Day
St. Louis Blues as done by Nat “King” Cole

Stray Toasters

  • Thanks to for showing me this URL. Lego® Tarot. Who knew…?!?
  • Another friend of mine sent me this URL. Wow.
  • I got to chat with Mom and Adam today.
  • A week or two ago, someone (I think that it was Adrian) told me about Hooters (yes, THAT Hooters) having bought airplanes. I thought that it was a joke. Until today. I was sitting in Adrian’s office and what should I see on final approach but a plane… with the Hooters logo on it. ::: jawdrop ::: The odd thing is that Hooters Air (that’s what it’s called) doesn’t fly into Salt Lake City. At least, they don’t according to their site. *shrug* Oh, well.


“From the point of ignition, to the final drive, the point of the journey is not to arrive…”

Wednesday, March 19th, 2003

Adam left this afternoon; he made it back to Oklahoma City okay. It was nice having him here for the long weekend. And I am not wanting to go to work in the morning. Oh, well. We do what we must. I stopped in to say “hi” to for a few on the way back from the airport. And on to CompUSA and Borders – I was able to restrain my purchases to two newspapers.

Stayed in for the remainder of the afternoon and didn’t do too much (translation: “I didn’t do a damned thing.”) Around 7:45, I headed downtown to Jon’s to try and figure out why his computer was borked. He’d bought a system from someone who didn’t tell him anything about the components; when he tried to do some relatively minor upgrades, the system took a shit. Since he had most of his work backed up, we baselined the system and started from square one:

  1. Fdisk.
  2. Partition. (Note: As a general rule of thumb, when I set up peoples’ systems, I make at least two (2) partitions on their drives – one for Windows and at least one for everything else. That way, if Windows decides to make like a lemming and jump off the nearest cliff, it doesn’t take everything else with it.)
  3. Install OS.
  4. Find drivers.
  5. Pray.
  6. Repeat Steps 4 and 5, as necessary.

Actually, Steps 4 and 5 were the parts that took the longest since I had to check the numbers of the ICs on the motherboard to determine what it was that I was looking for. It didn’t help that the ‘board had no identifying markings as far as who made it or what model it was. Whoop-de-fuck. But, I found the drivers. They were installed. Light shone down from Heaven while the angelic chorus sang. And, it was good. Amen.

Song of the Day

  • Georgia on My Mind by either Ray Charles or the Doc Severinson
  • Sweet Georgia Brown by Freeman Davis a.k.a. “Brother Bones” You might know this song as the Harlem Globetrotters’ theme song. And, unknown to many, there are even lyrics to the song.

Stray Toasters

  • Not that there isn’t enough road work going on around here, but a lot of the streets could use restriping. When it rains, you can barely see the lines in the road.
  • And, on a similar note: I don’t know what happens to drivers around here when it rains… It’s like they collectively decide to lose their minds. There were at least three occasions when I saw people acting like they had never seen, let alone driven in, rain.
  • For : “Barks and yips.”
  • As I was heading out this evening, I saw a few planes on their final approach to the airport. Their lights and bodies broke through the clouds in a manner similar to that of the invading spaceships in Independence Day.

Quote of the Day

[18:43] Pasty Dork: I am US Ambassador of the Obvious…
[18:43] ShadoRunr: I knew that. 🙂
[18:43] Pasty Dork: I decree that france sux
[18:44] Pasty Dork: lol
[18:44] Pasty Dork: I decree that we are going to war
[18:44] Pasty Dork: I decree that war sux
[18:44] Pasty Dork: I am very political
[18:44] ShadoRunr: Wow.

And with that, I’m calling it a night.


“Hand over fist, paper around the stone…”

Tuesday, March 18th, 2003

Another sleep-in day. Took Adam up to the office to see what we do (and to ship a package to a friend of his). Off to Guru’s for lunch and then on to some shopping:

  • The Sprint PCS Store (Adam’s phone was on the fritz, so he got a new one) And there’s more to this that I’ll will elaborate upon in the Stray Toasters section.
  • Best Buy: He wanted to get a copy of the SciFi version of Dune.
  • Macs (a craft store): I wanted to see if they had a wooden hand. They did. I bought it. This should make it a little easier to draw hands. I hope.

Spent the rest of the evening relaxing. And eating pizza… which was washed down with a nice Hefeweizen.

Song of the Day
New York State of Mind by Billy Joel

Stray Toasters

  • Leading off tonight’s Toasters, is something that I’m not sure if I should put in the “Truly Tasteless” or “Reasons Why People Make Me Sick” category. Possibly, it should go in both. Anyway… a friend showed me this URL. I hadn’t said anything about circling the drain lately; I was starting to think that there was hope. Maybe I was wrong.
  • We pulled into the parking lot of the Sprint PCS Store just as a car was pulling out of a spot right in front of the store. That person backed out and drove off… and a lady just zipped into the space ahead of us. Needless to say, this did not make for a happy moment. The lady exited her car and walked a few doors down to the Utah Idaho Supply store. Adam and Jess went into the Sprint Store; I went into Utah Idaho Supply. I found the section where she was… and there went I. She looked up and saw me standing there after a moment. She recognized me. She walked away. Quickly. I left and went to the Sprint Store. A few minutes later, I noticed that her car was still outside. So, I waited for Adam to finish selecting and setting up his phone near the window. The lady came back to her car, put her bag in the back seat, and got into the car. All without seeing me. But, she did see me as she was pulling out of the parking spot and driving off. She looked a little… worried. At that, I smiled.
  • A few nights ago, there was an episode of Voyager called “Blink of an Eye.” It wasn’t a bad ep, but it didn’t dawn on me that it was a retread of an old TOS episode called “Wink of an Eye” until I saw the TOS DVDs at Best Buy this afternoon. “Everything old is new again…”
  • Emily… I have no idea what you’re talking about. *whistles innocently*
  • And another Star Trek-related item: If Capt. Janeway was so Hell-bent on restoring Seven of Nine’s humanity, why didn’t they call her “Annika?” For four seasons, they refer to her as “Seven of Nine” or “Seven.” When they discover the five Borg children and then bring them on board, they refer to them by their pre-assimilation humanoid names. Seven? No go. Just wondering.

I think that’s about it for tonight. Tune in tomorrow for more.


Early evening randomness…

Tuesday, March 18th, 2003

I’m not usually given to posting (let alone taking) quizzes, but I couldn’t pass this one up.

Dummkopf! Vei shpiek ju not GERMAN? Ju mast komplei
and tschensch jur kurrent Lenkwetsch reit nau!

What language are you supposed to speak?
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This is cool because I speak some German… but it’s even more funny because my German-speaking skills are VERY rusty.