Captain's Blog, Stardate 2004.11.3
Nov. 2nd, 2004 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peteryoung
We have arrived on the far side of 21st Century Earth, in the city known as Sydney. It is only a brief visit, so I will use the time to re-establish contact with the alien species known as the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zarabee, and try to understand why the Zarabee's race have just re-elected their inept leader, the curiously named 'Mr. Sheen', a man probably in league with a great deceiver in power on the other side of this planet known as 'Teflon Tony'. I expect they may at least have clean kitchens, if not clean consciences.
I shall also make a visit to the Galaxy Bookshop, where I expect I shall purchase a few more Sacred Science Fiction Texts for the Picard Library. Then I shall be re-stocking my personal supply of Wolf Blass 'Yellow Label', which Mr. Worf advises me is a wine much revered by Klingons. As I don't want Worf conducting a one-man Klingon raid on my collection of fine Australian wines I must convince him that "this is not a wine for drinking, this is a wine for laying down and avoiding" [Monty Python, 1974], but he is welcome to sample the crap that comes out of the food replicator. Captaincy should have its privileges.
Supplementary: Speaking of food replicators, my newly appointed Number One, Commander Will Whiteside, a Scotsman of fine Glaswegian stock and something of a Trekkie by all accounts, today convinced me to try a recipe known as "Tea, Earl Grey, Hot". Sounds like a fine British tradition that ought to be taken up by a most un-French Frenchman such as myself.
zarabee, and try to understand why the Zarabee's race have just re-elected their inept leader, the curiously named 'Mr. Sheen', a man probably in league with a great deceiver in power on the other side of this planet known as 'Teflon Tony'. I expect they may at least have clean kitchens, if not clean consciences.I shall also make a visit to the Galaxy Bookshop, where I expect I shall purchase a few more Sacred Science Fiction Texts for the Picard Library. Then I shall be re-stocking my personal supply of Wolf Blass 'Yellow Label', which Mr. Worf advises me is a wine much revered by Klingons. As I don't want Worf conducting a one-man Klingon raid on my collection of fine Australian wines I must convince him that "this is not a wine for drinking, this is a wine for laying down and avoiding" [Monty Python, 1974], but he is welcome to sample the crap that comes out of the food replicator. Captaincy should have its privileges.
Supplementary: Speaking of food replicators, my newly appointed Number One, Commander Will Whiteside, a Scotsman of fine Glaswegian stock and something of a Trekkie by all accounts, today convinced me to try a recipe known as "Tea, Earl Grey, Hot". Sounds like a fine British tradition that ought to be taken up by a most un-French Frenchman such as myself.
