So to celebrate my recent change in job title, I bought myself DVD sets of the original Star Trek.
*OMG geeks*
OTOH? This show has a sexist offense every ten minutes. I’m timing them. Soon there will be a drinking game.
ETA: How annoying is it that the episodes are on the disks in their air date order, instead of the order they were intended to be shown in? We all know networks suck!!
“I won’t be hounded by you soulless minions of orthodoxy! I haven’t broken any laws!
…Except perhaps the Laws of Nature.”
Grab a flower and feel the power!
I don’t think my muses like each other much. If one story’s going well, I can’t seem to get any work done on the other. I try, but the story won’t flow.
*bangs head*
Right now, baby boy’s being a royal bitch, and his undead sister is, too.
*kicks them*
Watching a rerun of Star Trek: The Next Generation. The Emissary, from season 2. Worf/K’Ehleyr, my OTP.
An ex from a character’s past returns, sparks (of all sorts) fly, she gets pregnant with his son.
Imagine that.
Plus, K’Ehleyr? HOT.
