Do something stupid.

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  1. Corry

    Corry Flirtacious and Bodacious Supporting Member

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    Ok, I've come to the conclusion that this board has been entirely too boring lately. So, how bout we all start POSTING!!! I don't care what you post, just POST. Do something stupid, do something sweet, do something funny...just entertain me!! What do you expect me to do all day while I'm at work? WORK???? HA! :)
  2. MDowdey

    MDowdey Guest

    and they say america is going to ****..... :wink:

  3. Corry

    Corry Flirtacious and Bodacious Supporting Member

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    There IS no work for me to do!!! I'm just sitting here trying not to think about how miserable this cold is making me! :)
  4. Corry

    Corry Flirtacious and Bodacious Supporting Member

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    Little Red Riding Hood...the Politically Correct Version, by James Garner

    There once was a young person named Red Riding Hood who
    lived with her mother on the edge of a large wood. One day her
    mother asked her to take a basket of fresh fruit and mineral water
    to her grandmother's house -- not because this was womyn's work,
    mind you, but because the deed was generous and helped engender a
    feeling of community. Furthermore, her grandmother was not sick,
    but rather was in full physical and mental health and was fully
    capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult.

    So Red Riding Hood set off with her basket of food
    through the woods. Many people she knew believed that the forest
    was a foreboding and dangerous place and never set foot in it. Red
    Riding Hood, however, was confident...

    On her way to Grandma's house, Red Riding Hood was
    accosted by a Wolf, who asked her what was in her basket. She
    replied, "Some healthful snacks for my grandmother, who is
    certainly capable of taking care of herself as a mature adult."

    The Wolf said, "You know, my dear, it isn't safe for a
    little girl to walk through these woods alone."

    Red Riding Hood said, "I find your sexist remark
    offensive in the extreme, but I will ignore it because of your
    traditional status as an outcast from society, the stress of which
    has caused you to develop your own, entirely valid worldview. Now,
    if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way."

    Red Riding Hood walked on along the main path. But,
    because his status outside society had freed him from slavish
    adherence to linear, Western-style thought, the Wolf knew of a
    quicker route to Grandma's house. He burst into the house and ate
    Grandma, an entirely valid course of action for a carnivore such as
    himself. Then, unhampered by rigid, traditionalist notions of what
    was masculine or feminine, he put on grandma's nightclothes and
    crawled into bed.

    Red Riding Hood entered the cottage and said, "Grandma,
    I have brought you some fat-free, sodium-free snacks to salute you
    in your role of a wise and nurturing matriarch."

    From the bed, the Wolf said softly, "Come closer, child,
    so that I might see you."

    Red Riding Hood said, "Oh, I forgot you are as optically
    challenged as a bat. Grandma, what big eyes you have!"

    "They have seen much, and forgiven much, my dear."

    "Grandma, what a big nose you have -- only relatively, of
    course, and certainly attractive in its own way."

    "It has smelled much, and forgiven much, my dear."

    "Grandma, what big teeth you have!"

    The Wolf said, "I am happy with and what I am,"
    and leaped out of bed. He grabbed Red Riding Hood in his claws,
    intent on devouring her. Red Riding Hood screamed, not out of
    alarm at the Wolf's apparent tendency toward cross-dressing, but
    because of his willful invasion of her personal space.

    Her screams were heard by a passing woodchopper-person
    (or log-fuel technician, as he preferred to be called). When he
    burst into the cottage, he saw the melee and tried to intervene.
    But as he raised his ax, Red Riding and the Wolf both stopped.

    "And what do you think you're doing?" asked Red Riding
    The woodchopper-person blinked and tried to answer, but
    no words came to him.

    "Bursting in here like a Neanderthal, trusting your
    weapon to do your thinking for you!" she said. "Sexist!
    Speciesist! How dare you assume that womyn and wolves can't solve
    their own problems without a man's help!"

    When she heard Red Riding Hood's speech, Grandma jumped
    out of the mouth, took the woodchopper-person's axe, and cut
    his head off. After this ordeal, Red Riding Hood, Grandma, and the
    Wolf felt a certain commonality of purpose. They decided to set up
    an alternative household based on mutual respect and cooperation,
    and they lived together in the woods happily ever after.
  5. MDowdey

    MDowdey Guest

    i think i might be slightly in love with kiera that wrong of me?

  6. ferny

    ferny TPF Noob!

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    Yes! She's mine!
  7. Karalee

    Karalee hOtLiPs!

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    Hi :D
  8. Corry

    Corry Flirtacious and Bodacious Supporting Member

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  9. malachite

    malachite Heavily Medicated For Your Protection

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    Just make your workplace a little more exciting for yourself like I did for myself this morning. Tell your boss to pay attention to what's going on around him and quit being a PRICK. Cuz when you tell me yesterday that the new guy won't be starting today I'm going to go ahead and schedule a few things that have to get done. So don't be all surprised when I'm not available to babysit the new guy, who you told to go ahead and come in after I went home last night. Can't write me an email at 7:20AM, tell me you went ahead and told the newb to show up anyway @ 8AM and then expect me to reschedule everything when I show up at 7:30AM and then of course the newb is already here (first day and all you know).

    Should'a wore my "Let me drop everything I'm doing and work YOUR problem" shirt...................
  10. Corry

    Corry Flirtacious and Bodacious Supporting Member

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    Go Mikey! It's your birthday! Go Mikey! You TELL that man whose boss! Wait, he is I forgot.
  11. Artemis

    Artemis Just Punked Himself

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    Q: How many members of the Voyager does it take to change a light bulb?

    Captain's Log, Stardate 49213.4 As more and more time passes here in the Delta Quadrant, I worry that the crew is beginning to feel a deepening sense of isolation. In the beginning we entered into this journey with the high spirit of adventure, but now the realization is beginning to sink in that we are all alone and opportunities to return home are proving quite elusive.

    (Scene: A Victorian Drawing-Room.)

    Janeway: ...and I heard strange noises coming from the room above.

    Lord Burleigh: Well it wasn't my dead wife that's for sure.

    Chakotay (over communicator): Bridge to Captain Janeway.

    Janeway: Freeze program. Go ahead Chakotay.

    Chakotay: We've finished restocking our supplies, but there may be a complication.

    Janeway: I'm on my way.

    (Scene: The Bridge)

    Chakotay: Still the same?

    Kim: Aye, sir. No change.

    Janeway (entering): What's this about a complication?

    Kim: We picked up an anomaly on the other side of the planet.

    Janeway: What is it?

    Kim: Uh, it's something emitting energy at a constant frequency.

    Janeway: I need a little deeper analysis than that. Tuvok?

    Tuvok: While the frequency has remained constant since we began our observation, we have no guarantee that it has always been so or will remain so in future.

    Chakotay: If you want I can ask my Animal Guide, but there's really nothing else to go on.

    Janeway (peering at a readout): True, except for the fact that it's the characteristic diffraction pattern that would result from a Kazon warship shielding itself behind the magnetic core. Red Alert, shields up!

    Paris: They must have been monitoring us -- they're coming in for an attack run!

    Neelix (over communicator): Neelix here, Captain. I'm just going to make some daiquiris. Would you prefer mirkleberry or pongo fruit?

    Janeway: We're in the middle of a Red Alert, Mr. Neelix.

    Neelix: So that would mean...mirkleberry?

    Kim: We're being hailed, Captain.

    Janeway: On screen.

    Cullah: I wish to talk. We have discovered a newly-formed wormhole leading to your Alpha Quadrant. You will never be able to locate it on your own before it closes. Despite the fact that you are a woman and therefore weak and stupid, I will reveal its location in exchange for...what was it I wanted?

    Seska (slapping him): Federation technology!

    Janeway (placing hands on hips): Now I don't suspect your motives despite the last 23 times you've broken bad on us, but your offer is just not feasible. I'm sure that when you stop and reflect on the legal and ethical implications such an exchange would--

    Kim: They've closed the channel and powered up weapons. Wait! There's a shield malfunction! Uh, no, it's okay. I think. On the other hand, maybe not.

    Janeway: Mr. Kim, are the shields working? I need an answer now!

    Kim: guess would be...

    (The ship is rocked by a blast.)


    Janeway: Damage report!

    Tuvok: The last blast appears to have caused a power surge which overloaded our replicators. Other than that, the ship sustained only minor damage.

    Kim: Shields back on line! They are continuing fire!

    (Ship is repeatedly pounded.)

    Janeway: (to herself) 18...(ship is hit by a blast) 19...(another hit) Okay, that's 20. Return fire!

    Chakotay: Direct hit! She's crippled and moving away.

    Janeway: And we can back-track her ion trail straight to the wormhole. Tom, follow that trail. (folds arms and smirks) We're heading home.

    Paris: Uh, Captain? The engines appear to be off-line.

    Janeway (tapping communicator): Engineering! What's going on down there?!

    Torres: The power surge knocked out a light bulb. You see, I did a little re-wiring down here and put all the bulbs in series with the warp core instead of in parallel; it's an old Maquis trick to reduce energy consumption. The only drawback is, if a light bulb burns out it breaks the circuit and the warp engines won't work.

    Tuvok: Such design is in flagrant disregard of Starfleet Utilities Code.

    Janeway: I'm afraid you're in serious trouble, Lieutenant.

    Torres: I use the energy we save to replicate your morning coffee.

    Janeway: Obviously the person at fault is not B'Elanna, but whoever was responsible for the shield malfunction. Tuvok, I want a full investigation. Lt. Torres, change the light bulb.

    Kim: Oooh! Oooh! Captain! Can I go down there? I took a course in light bulb changing at the Academy.

    Janeway (arching an eyebrow): I hardly think she requries any assistance, but maybe you can pick up some experience. Very well.

    (Scene: Engineering. Torres is working at a panel with Kim peering over her shoulder.)

    Torres: Well here's the broken bulb.

    Kim: Let me do it. Uh oh!

    Torres: What's wrong?

    Kim: These are those new experimental 100-watt bulbs. The course at the Academy only talked about the LaForge-standard 75-watt.

    Torres: It's the same thing!

    Kim: Hunh-unh. `Step 1: Find a replacement marked 75-watts.' I think we'd better look this up in the technical manual.

    (Scene: The Bridge. Janeway is pacing impatiently.)

    Janeway: Janeway to Engineering. Have you changed the bulb yet?

    (Loud smash)

    Torres: No, damn it! The new bulbs aren't working! (Another loud smash)

    Janeway: I'm on my way! Don't touch anything until I get there.

    (Scene: Engineering. The floor is littered with broken bulbs. Torres smashes another light bulb as Janeway enters.)

    Janeway: Get ahold of yourself, Chief!

    Torres (angrily): Stupid Starfleet equipment! Arrrgh! These stupid Starfleet replacements won't work!

    Janeway (examining the wall): No, they won't work. Not until you flip the switch to the `on' position. Now hand me another bulb.

    Torres: I can't! I smashed them all. I'm sorry, Captain. (choking back emotion) I really try to control my Klingon side, but it's so -- it's so--

    (Torres collapses into a sobbing fit. Kim enters carrying a PADD.)

    Janeway: Harry, would you--

    Kim: Almost there, Captain. I'm looking up light bulbs now.

    Janeway: (sighing) All right, everybody to the conference room.

    (Scene: The conference room. All officers are present.)

    Janeway: Tuvok, have you completed your investigation?

    Tuvok: Yes. After extensive analysis--

    (Neelix suddenly enters with a tray of drinks.)

    Neelix: The daiquiris are ready! I'll pass them out while you go on with your little meeting thingy. You won't even notice I'm here.

    Tuvok: After extensive analysis, it seems that someone--

    Neelix: You know, Mr. Vulcan, you really should drink it while it's still nice and frothy.

    Tuvok (perturbed): After extensive analysis, it seems that someone briefly unplugged the shield focusing generator. (He glares at Neelix.)

    Neelix: Oh was that what that was? It didn't look important and I needed a place for the blender. Really, Captain, there's a shocking lack of outlets on this ship. May I suggest you--

    Janeway (holds up her palm): One problem at a time, Neelix. For now we're stuck here until we can replace the light bulb.

    Paris: Excuse me, Captain, I'm a little confused. What's a light bulb?

    Janeway: Well, Tom, when a conductor is heated above 525 degrees, it begins to emit energy in the form of light. If you run electric current through a thin tungsten filament, it makes a serviceable light source.

    Paris: Wouldn't it react with the surrounding atmosphere?

    Torres: Not if you enclose the filament in a glass bubble to keep it in a vacuum or mixture of inert gases.

    Paris: Ah, I see: a sort of bulb of light!

    Janeway: Exactly. And we need another of these bulbs to replace the one that burned out. Now, where can we find a light bulb in this part of the galaxy?

    Neelix: Oh, you want to go to Galara.

    Janeway: Galara?

    Neelix: Oh yes. The Galarans are friendly and make the best bulbs in the quadrant.

    Kim: But how do we get to Galara without warp engines?

    Chakotay: I could take a shuttle without permission and charge in blindly.

    Janeway: No, we can't risk losing another shuttle; at the rate we're going we'll be down to our last dozen any day now. There must be something...

    (Janeway and Torres look at each other.)

    Janeway and Torres simultaneously: The output projectors!

    Kim: Hunh?

    Torres: The holographic output projectors.

    Janeway: They emit light--

    Torres: --in a similar manner and we could modify them--

    Janeway: --to fit in the circuit. It would only be temporary--

    Torres: --but should get us to Galara. The ones in Sickbay--

    Janeway: --should be easiest to adapt.

    (Scene: Sickbay)

    The Doctor: I must protest. How do you expect me to operate under these conditions?

    Kes: It really does seem uncalled for.

    Kim: Come on, he still has the other leg. We need this to get to Galara.

    Kes: Excuse me, but if you can get the engines going again shouldn't you look for the wormhole instead of chasing after light bulbs?

    Kim: Probably, but we're all going to overlook that to make things more interesting.

    (Scene: Orbiting Galara)

    Janeway: Open a communications channel.

    Kim: Captain, sensors detect incoming photon torpedoes.

    Janeway: Evasive manuevers! (Ship is hit.) Damage report!

    Tuvok: No damage. Correction, I detect minor damage in Engineering.

    Janeway: Janeway to Engineering. What's your status down there?

    Torres: We've lost another bulb.

    Janeway: Well go over to Sickbay and take an arm or something.

    (Neelix enters the Bridge. He is furious.)

    Neelix: Captain, do you realize that last blast completely collapsed my souffle?! Your dinner's going to be late because I have to start all over from scratch!

    Janeway (rubbing her temples): Those were your friendly Galarans. They fired on us as soon as we opened a communications channel.

    Neelix: Well, er...they have become a bit touchy lately. Probably due to that new communicable strain of phage that the last visitors brought in.

    Janeway: Do you mean we'd have been infected if we'd beamed down?!

    Neelix: Well if you don't have enough sense to use isolation fields in a plague zone you certainly would be! Honestly, I don't know how you people survived before you got me for a guide! Now about the souffle; I need some more herbs and the closest source for wild juna is Larpon Prime.

    Janeway: I think light bulbs are our primary concern at the moment.

    Neelix: Well as long as we have to stop there for juna, I suppose we could pick up some light bulbs too.

    Janeway: Very well. Mr. Paris, lay in a course for Larpon Prime.

    (Scene: Voyager travelling in space. Cut to the Bridge.)

    Paris: Approaching Larpon Prime now, Captain.

    The Doctor (over communicator): Please turn to your Emergency Medical Holographic Channel. If you don't get the Emergency Medical Holographic Channel, call your cable company.

    Janeway: Yes, Doctor?

    The Doctor: According to my calculations we are arriving at our destination. Now I don't want to be pushy but, well...COULD I HAVE MY LIMBS BACK!!!

    Janeway: I'm sorry, Doctor. I've checked through Starfleet records; no ship has ever before successfully changed two lightbulbs. All of our resources must be devoted to this problem.

    (Scene: A modern hardware store. Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Kim and Torres beam in. The clerk looks up.)

    Clerk: Can I help you?

    Janeway: I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. The Federation is a democratic consortium of planets located in the Alpha Quadrant. We believe in peaceful coexistance and non-interference with other civilizations. Our mission is to explore new frontiers and contact new forms of life.

    Clerk (shrugging): I am Assistant Manager Mark Helmer of the Build-Rite Hardware Emporium. Build-Rite is a privately-owned corporate franchise located in the Delta Quadrant. We believe in buying merchandise in bulk and offering discount prices. Our mission is to sell hardware, appliances and basic gardening supplies.

    Torres: This is it, Captain! We must make a purchase here!

    Kim: She's right, Captain! This could be our only chance!

    Tuvok: I would advise caution. We do not yet have an accurate means to assess the quality of the merchandise.

    Janeway: Hmm...perhaps you're right. Maybe we should purchase one bulb and if it seems to work we could--

    Chakotay: Damn it, Captain! It's time to abandon Federation protocol and act like a Maquis. Mr. Helmer, we'll take TWO light bulbs!

    Clerk (putting bulbs in bag): Okay, that'll be one twenty-nine.

    Janeway: Do you take gold-pressed latinum?

    Clerk: Sorry; no latinum and no out-of-quadrant checks.

    Janeway (dismayed): There goes another chance to return to the Alpha Quadrant! Oh well; we're bound to make it back one of these days -- especially if the ratings don't improve.

    Clerk: Uh, look, if you really need them that bad just take them.

    Janeway (warmly): Thank you; we won't forget your generosity.

    (Enter Neelix and Kes.)

    Neelix: We've got the juna. Let's go, people!

    (Scene: The Bridge. Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok and Kim enter.)

    Paris: Captain! I'm glad you're back; I've been picking up strange readings from the other side of the planet but I can't tell what it is.

    Kim (peering at a readout): Interesting.

    Janeway: What is it?

    Kim: It's something emitting energy at a constant--

    Janeway (shoving him aside and peering at the readout): It's the wormhole back to the Alpha Quadrant! Bring us in close, Mr. Paris.

    (Torres rushes in.)

    Torres: Captain!

    Janeway: Are the new bulbs in place?

    Torres: Even better; the replicators are finally fixed. While we were down on the planet my staff completed repairs and used them to replace the missing bulbs.

    Kim: I thought events on DS9 had established that replicators couldn't make light bulbs.

    Torres: Uh, um...Voyager is equipped with the new Type 6 replicators. Anyway since we made our own bulbs, we don't need these after all! (holds out the bag from the hardware store)

    (The wormhole swings into view.)

    Chakotay: There it is.

    Paris: Let's head on home.

    Janeway: No. We can't go back until we return those light bulbs.

    Paris (alarmed): It's starting to close! Captain, now's the time--

    Neelix (from doorway): --for dinner! (He enters carrying a tray and accompanied by Kes.) You'd better stop whatever you're doing because souffle has to be eaten fresh from the oven.

    Janeway: Mr. Paris, resume standard orbit of Larpon Prime. (sharply) That was an order, Lieutenant!

    Paris: Are you crazy, Captain?!

    Janeway: Mark Helmer gave us those bulbs, probably out of his own salary, because he thought we needed them. It turns out that we don't. Can't you see that our honor as Starfleet officers demands that we return them before we go? Those two bulbs, small though they are, embody all the values that we stand for, all that the Federation represents. Ask yourself this, Tom: Is returning home worth the price of betraying that man's trust?

    Paris: Yes.

    Tuvok: That is the logical conclusion.

    Neelix: You're not eating your souffle!

    Chakotay: I'd give an arm and a leg to be back home right now.

    The Doctor (on screen): Try it sometime; see how you like it. And now that the new bulbs are in place, do you think one of you could come down here and re-install -- (Janeway closes the channel)

    Torres: Sure it's worth it. Heck, I thought we should have let the Kazon toast those stupid little elves back on Ocampa. (to Kes) Er, no offense.

    Kes: I'm not an elf.

    Kim: I certainly think it's worth two little bulbs to get home.

    Kes: I mean just because someone happens to be slim and fair-haired and has delicate features, pointed ears, a lively spirit, an affinity for nature and a few supernatural abilities, that doesn't necessarily--

    Paris: The wormhole's almost closed!

    Crew (in unison): GO THROUGH NOW!

    Janeway: I want all of you to listen very carefully. I feel that as your captain, it's my responsibilty to train you in a manner becoming to Starfleet officers. I think if you look deep in your hearts, you'll realize that your behavior just now was wrong.

    Paris: Oh, great! The wormhole just closed and now the captain's mad at us again.

    Janeway: Now, Tom; I'm not mad at any of you but I am disappointed. You should all know that whatever happens your captain loves you very much and there is nothing you could say or do that would ever change that. But there are times when it's necessary for your own good for me to take disciplinary action. This is always the toughest part of being a captain and I hope you realize that it hurts me a lot more than it hurts you. Right now I think all of you should have the opportunity to reflect on what you said and how it made me feel. (takes the souffle from Neelix) That's why I'm confining you to your quarters without any supper.

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