Breakfast In Space
Evening, cracklings. The General went to the MGM Proms today, to see Seth MacFarlane and his perfectly orange face sing. I stayed indoors and painted with watercolours.
Two things today, first:
I know I'm not alone when I say that the domestic situation in Trek is less than stellar. As far as I can tell the crew sup on naught but soft Lego blocks, have no communal mealtime nor curfew to speak of (a peculiarity on a military wessel, one would think) and their work shifts run from 'takeoff' to 'whenever Kirk needs someone to take a laser to the chest for him'.
What I mean by this, I suppose, is that I've never seen the officers taking breakfast, and this is a deep and resonant oversight that will be amended right now.
Preview:
If you can't see Bones's left elbow, your window's too small.
Second, bronwynferchdai, being an excellent human being, has crafted a fine piece of fiction off the back of the ol' Naughty Nurse Saga.
I, in turn, have illustrated it into a coma with pictures of this sort:
and the two are now together in glorious unison at Bronny's journal.
Two things today, first:
I know I'm not alone when I say that the domestic situation in Trek is less than stellar. As far as I can tell the crew sup on naught but soft Lego blocks, have no communal mealtime nor curfew to speak of (a peculiarity on a military wessel, one would think) and their work shifts run from 'takeoff' to 'whenever Kirk needs someone to take a laser to the chest for him'.
What I mean by this, I suppose, is that I've never seen the officers taking breakfast, and this is a deep and resonant oversight that will be amended right now.
Preview:
If you can't see Bones's left elbow, your window's too small.
Second, bronwynferchdai, being an excellent human being, has crafted a fine piece of fiction off the back of the ol' Naughty Nurse Saga.
I, in turn, have illustrated it into a coma with pictures of this sort:
and the two are now together in glorious unison at Bronny's journal.