I have yet to kick off use of this site as a personal blog, but here’s something you should probably read:
A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Travel time to the nearest starbase? Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Wouldn’t that bring about chaos? We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Damage report! Your shields were failing, sir. Worf, It’s better than music. It’s jazz. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Mr. Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. How long can two people talk about nothing? I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. I am your worst nightmare! I’ll alert the crew. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Not if I weaken first. Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? Besides, you look good in a dress. You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. I recommend you don’t fire until you’re within 40,000 kilometers. Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself.
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