Land of 1000 Chakotays
Or is it Chakotaes? Well, the first Psych class was interesting. I'm in L.A. so I shouldn't be surprised at the number of Hispanic men enrolled or that the teacher was Chicano. Come to think of it, he has a splash of the older Beltran, but I found the use of Spanglish throughout his lecture a little more than distracting. I kept thinking of Robert without wanting to. Oh well, ONLY in L.A.
It was supercute that he translated everything slang for my benefit (I sat up front and stood out because NERDY me was the only one to have bought the book prior to class), so then of course, I started daydreaming of what Chak would be like as an Academy instructor with a lone - I don't know - Delta Quadrant species in his class. Which of course got the muse going in a direction I really shouldn't and don't have time to explore.
Psychoanalyze that!
By the way, I need to change the byline to my LJ since I no longer read scripts for a living. A fic goes to anyone who can come up with the best one to replace it.
Great. Now I'm really in the shitter.
It was supercute that he translated everything slang for my benefit (I sat up front and stood out because NERDY me was the only one to have bought the book prior to class), so then of course, I started daydreaming of what Chak would be like as an Academy instructor with a lone - I don't know - Delta Quadrant species in his class. Which of course got the muse going in a direction I really shouldn't and don't have time to explore.
Psychoanalyze that!
By the way, I need to change the byline to my LJ since I no longer read scripts for a living. A fic goes to anyone who can come up with the best one to replace it.
Great. Now I'm really in the shitter.