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Jan. 8th, 2006 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bronwynrhBecause I have nothing useful to say. . .
G4 is running a Star Trek: TNG marathon!!!! W00t!
I'm all about the WWPD and "What happens in Risa. . ." t-shirts here
1 hour later: Braeburn apples should be tart and crisp, not pithy and sweet. Gross. Now I have to go eat a gourmet chocolate to reset my disappointed palate. Also, who was the moron who decided that Troi needed to be in a micro-mini? And why did Troi and Yar look so awkward in that first episode? First episode jitters, maybe. Poor Wil Wheaton in that gawdawful brown jumper. . . Worf with his pre-pubescent forehead. . . Early TNG give me the giggles :)
47 minutes after THAT: Screams of laughter from me. Why?
Troi: *gasp*
Riker: What is it, Troi? Is it the same thing you felt down there?
HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
G4 is running a Star Trek: TNG marathon!!!! W00t!
I'm all about the WWPD and "What happens in Risa. . ." t-shirts here
1 hour later: Braeburn apples should be tart and crisp, not pithy and sweet. Gross. Now I have to go eat a gourmet chocolate to reset my disappointed palate. Also, who was the moron who decided that Troi needed to be in a micro-mini? And why did Troi and Yar look so awkward in that first episode? First episode jitters, maybe. Poor Wil Wheaton in that gawdawful brown jumper. . . Worf with his pre-pubescent forehead. . . Early TNG give me the giggles :)
47 minutes after THAT: Screams of laughter from me. Why?
Troi: *gasp*
Riker: What is it, Troi? Is it the same thing you felt down there?
HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!
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Date: January 9th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)*sob*
Plus, I don't get G4, 'cause I ditched digital.
*sniff*
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Date: January 9th, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)But I remember. I remember it all. *shudder*
When I was a pre-teen I was on the verge of trekkie-dom, until I went to one of those meetings in which most of the participants had some obvious physical, mental, and emotional defects, and refered to each other by rank, as in, "Who should bring snacks for the next meeting, commander?"
Yeah, I went home and put all my TNG collectibles into a box. They're still around somewhere...