Elaborate, please
(or not, your choice…)
Well, since you ast: 
I was on a mission of mercy, elder-sitting for a friend’s mom; they are both packrats; nobody has vacuumed in about 3 years; there are crap, stuff, junk, dust, dirt, and cobwebs literally everywhere; it’s hard to walk; the fridge is a fright to behold; and I had to sleep over there in the filthy fahoozey pigsty for two nights.
:eek:
Sorry. But you did inquire. I think I need an oxygen pump for a little internal decon as well.
I need to decon my cat but he ran out the door when he saw me reaching for the shampoo.
You know, I really hate it when you get an email telling you that there’s a new post in one of your subscribed threads and it puts you at the end of one page and you don’t think to check if there’s more posts so you post a reply and it winds up being a non-sequitir. :mad:
How’s that for a run-on sentence, Ms. Lostwages?
Aside from a few missing commas–in this case, stylistically omitted commas–it wasn’t so bad, as these things go.
I used to have that problem all the time in the MPSIMS “a” thread. It really made a mess of things because all the posts were supposed to be alphabetical.
I still have most of a bottle of oil. It should remove any pathogens you’re having a problem with.
Yes, I can end sentences with prepositions!
That’s propositions!
I dunno, but if you play it backwards it sounds like the Stones “19th Nervous Breakdown”. 
Can I just mention here that I HATE spam? Not the canned ham kind, I mean the crap that stuffs up your inbox with “Get out of Debt,” “grow your penis (and/or breasts),” and “Kn*ckers, this is your last warning before we call the police - stop stalking George Stephanopoulos.” Man, that’s annoying.
You may be wondering why I am posting this. Well, I just got back to my e-mail after the weekend, and I had about fifty gajillion messages like the above. Not that it has anything to do wioth this thread, I just like complaining, and I figure one more hijack here won’t make a difference (plus it’s only a weak sort of rant, and I’m scared of the Pit). But for form’s sake, here’s your tenuous connection to the point of this thread:
Aesiron mentioned the concept of e-mail, which is an electronic technical thing, and Enterprise is ALSO full of electronic technical things, most of which make about as much sense to me as actual computers.
So that’s why this post belongs here.
penis (and/or beasts)?
AND?
Wait, I don’t want to know.
I didn’t post. Nothing to see here, everyone move along…
Kn*ckers!
That spam is getting worse and worse. If it’s not enlargement of one thing or another, it’s farm animals or such.
I mostly stay out of the Pit too. But those spammers deserve to be phasered repeatedly.
Just imagine spam of the future:
Make you penis so big Klingons get jealious!
Hot Targ Action!
Aluminum siding on your spaceship, CHEAP!
Lower your dilithium morgage payments!
Free Credit Card, no limit, even though we don’t us money!
Invest in Latinum now!
Do you want to see my web-subspace receiver?
Replicator Inkjet refills!
New herbal pills give you extra limbs!
Mail order Vulcan Brides! The logical choice!
Magnetic bracelets! [sub]warning, do not wear magnetic bracelets while in a transporter, unless you want your testicles hanging from your ears when you rematerialize[/sub]
Free Trip to Risa, just call our 1-900 number!
Hot targ…
ahem.
What, did you think he subconsciously meant Hot Tars?
Addenda:
I’m naked on my viewscreen–come look
Blow them in two with your big, big phaser
Okay, it is gettin’ a little hot in here. cough
Tars is too hot to be contained in just the WWW!!!
Spam:
“Hi! I’m Kes! I’m three Earth years old and I want to be your love slave!”
“Beta test the new Borg.”
“How to serve man. A cookbook.”
Trek Spam—yet another amazing sub-thread in the tradition of the Musical thread!
Phlox’s critters in barnyard orgy
Phlox’s wives and the other husbands in massive Denobulon orgy
Suliban, Axanar, Tarkelians, Tellarites and more in humongous galactic orgy
more space-spam:
Diseased Targ Bitten Whores Get Nasty for you!
Make a Fortune on Space-Ebay!
Did you know you can legally own a holosuite descrambler?
Horny Androids Want to Make Love Too!