Apparently, I'm wildly popular with the aristocracy. I just received an e-mail from a "dating site" that assures me I have 7 messages waiting from Ladies.

Also, à propos de rien, I think I'm naming my next Rock Band "Radio-Controlled Spock".

Brain and brain! What is brain?!?!

Apologies: Dopey brain didn't recognize spoilers, film at eleven. Cutting for same.

To: Admiralty Board
Imperial Fleet Headquarters
Ki Bataran, Romulus

From: Sub-Commander Rhian Louris,
Health and Safety Inspector,
Inspector-General Directorate
Imperial Fleet
Filed from: IV Narada, mining vessel, en route to Hobus system ( Read more... )

Monty Python? Meet Star Trek. Trek? Meet Python.

Brainpain courtesy much_ado. So you know where to send the bombs and/or bouquets.