Huh. “The beach of something” But WHAT is it a beach of? Of the ocean? Of a lake? Mighty puzzling poser you pose there, hoser.
But in truth, Sycorax, I think you’ve correctly observed a certain ennui amongst the Enterprise faithful; thus what ought properly to be a thread about this particular TV show has become (as so many do) a disasterous mix of in-jokes, wordplay, nitpicking and tomfoolery.
Bu you should catch Tars’ performance as Anna in the new remake of that classic Rodgers & Hammerstein musical, “The Future Guy and I.” Dam fine rendition of Getting to Know You (Even Though You’re Semi-Invisible)
I thought the high point was The Ballet of my Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, Grand-Nephew (who may also be my Grandfather but we’re really not sure) Tom. It uses the most amazing five-dimensional choregraphy I’ve ever seen.
Dog gone it, even the attention-seeking geek can get a mate these days!
I’ve got this great big 5-bedroom house with no one living in it but me, and at this rate it’s going to stay empty for the rest of the decade. :dubious:
Hmmm. Apparently that little joke appears to be coming around to bite me. I hope I don’t get in trouble with Aesiron for stealing his gig. Fortunately I’m feeling pretty mellow (sitting back, sipping a beer) so I’ll let it go for now.
(checks post count) You know tracer, it’s hard to meet anyone if you don’t actually leave the room where you keep your computer…
All kidding aside, I know it sucks to be involuntarily single. The only possible comfort that I can give you is my own experience - a veritable dating desert, meeting my future wife unexpectedly, and now marriage to a wonderful woman. It can truly happen when you least expect it.
I just got a call and I’ve got an interview for tomorrow.
It’s too freakin’ early in the morning (7:15) and it’s at a place I’m not all that enthused about working at (furniture factory) but it’s full time work and I definitely need the money. Whoo!
Hopefully, this might cheer you up- the hours might not be as bad as you think. I got a job a few years back where I had to be there at 5:45. It really sucked at first, but I got used to it, and when I did I found there were benefits. Yeah, it still was a pain when the alarm went off in the morning but, for example, days off were great. I woke up at 8:00 feeling like I’d really slept in and was able to get a lot done.
And just remember, the interviewer is more afraid of you than you are of him. Oh, wait. That’s snakes. Eh. Close enough.
The interview’s at 7:15am, not the job itself… I don’t know what I’m being interviewed for since I applied for all shifts and any open positions due to legal fees and high insurance rates (I’m a craptastic driver)
Interviewer: Can you lift 5 couches at once?
Aesiron: Uh, I dunno…
Interviewer: Well, pee in this cup and you got the job! You’ll be working with Hooky Johnson, he lost his hand in a Laz-e-boy accident in '94.
Fortunately I’m feeling pretty mellow (sitting back, sipping a beer) so I’ll let it go for now.
