Rambling and More Drabble
Did you know that Editors put a new CD out in October? I just found out...I feel out of the loop. Well, at least I found out that the Barenaked Ladies lost one of their lead vocalists (Steven Page) around the time it happened. I'm excited to hear their new sound...and kind of want to go to a concert where they do a few of their older songs.
On a side note: Stumble Upon never fails to amuse me at least once a day. And why is 'buzzed' not in my mood theme? /sigh.
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He's sitting in Introduction to Starfleet Regulation (he's not sure what's worse, the name or the fact that he couldn't find any way to avoid taking it) when it hits him. Absolutely hits him. And he's wondering if Einstein ever had this warm, overjoyed sense when he discovered the theory of relativity. Because, damn, there was this moment, and all of the sudden it was like Jim knew.
Jim's mind had been wandering as it often had during the lecture section - Jim's sure that it's all very important, just very boring - and this time it's about what to do about the man sitting next to him. McCoy. Leonard McCoy. It was a good, solid name. A name his parents were proud to bestow onto him - and most likely it came from an ancestral family member. But the thing was, it just wasn't working for Jim.
No, there was something about they way they met. Their chance encounter so innocent and yet so profound. McCoy, like Jim, had given up most - if not all - that he knew. He was bright, new, and yet to be discovered. Okay, so that was a bit of a stretch, the man was a bit frayed around the edges in a few spots. Nevertheless, Jim had discovered him, well before anyone else...as far as he was concerned. Whoever it was that recruited him? Didn't matter. They didn't know the real McCoy. Jim was still figuring out that himself. What did matter was that like any astronomer who made a new find, McCoy needed a name. A better name, anyway. One more befitting their chance encounter. Jim wasn't quite sure what it would be, but eventually something would fit.
He-who-had-yet-to-be-renamed leaned in from where he was sitting, “I should be worried, shouldn't I?”
It was at that moment Jim realized he had what was probably a ridiculous grin plastered on his face; apparently he couldn't quite keep this thought to himself.
“Nah, not really.”
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Looking back at this and the other little snippets I've put up, I really need to work on my tenses; I can feel them slipping away already. Oh, and cleaning up. There will probably be a lot of that when this is all said and done.
On a side note: Stumble Upon never fails to amuse me at least once a day. And why is 'buzzed' not in my mood theme? /sigh.
--
He's sitting in Introduction to Starfleet Regulation (he's not sure what's worse, the name or the fact that he couldn't find any way to avoid taking it) when it hits him. Absolutely hits him. And he's wondering if Einstein ever had this warm, overjoyed sense when he discovered the theory of relativity. Because, damn, there was this moment, and all of the sudden it was like Jim knew.
Jim's mind had been wandering as it often had during the lecture section - Jim's sure that it's all very important, just very boring - and this time it's about what to do about the man sitting next to him. McCoy. Leonard McCoy. It was a good, solid name. A name his parents were proud to bestow onto him - and most likely it came from an ancestral family member. But the thing was, it just wasn't working for Jim.
No, there was something about they way they met. Their chance encounter so innocent and yet so profound. McCoy, like Jim, had given up most - if not all - that he knew. He was bright, new, and yet to be discovered. Okay, so that was a bit of a stretch, the man was a bit frayed around the edges in a few spots. Nevertheless, Jim had discovered him, well before anyone else...as far as he was concerned. Whoever it was that recruited him? Didn't matter. They didn't know the real McCoy. Jim was still figuring out that himself. What did matter was that like any astronomer who made a new find, McCoy needed a name. A better name, anyway. One more befitting their chance encounter. Jim wasn't quite sure what it would be, but eventually something would fit.
He-who-had-yet-to-be-renamed leaned in from where he was sitting, “I should be worried, shouldn't I?”
It was at that moment Jim realized he had what was probably a ridiculous grin plastered on his face; apparently he couldn't quite keep this thought to himself.
“Nah, not really.”
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Looking back at this and the other little snippets I've put up, I really need to work on my tenses; I can feel them slipping away already. Oh, and cleaning up. There will probably be a lot of that when this is all said and done.