For the trekkies out there.

http://whatistng.ytmnd.com/

For the trekkies out there.

http://whatistng.ytmnd.com/

Hey Spectrum, I thought I was going to see something cool I haven't see yet. >;-) I saw that quite a while ago. The 3 do seem to be rockin' out very well though, don't they?

I believe they should have had Chief O'Brian's ancestor on Star Trek: Enterprise, maybe have him/her working under Trip in engineering. What do you think? I liked the Chief O'Brian character.... My favorite, though, is of course, Mr. Spock. >:-) (-:<

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CAPT Siran d'Vel'nahr - L L & P _\\//
Winders 11 OS? "What a piece of junk!" - L. Skywalker
"Logic is the cement of our civilization with which we ascend from chaos using reason as our guide." - T'Plana-hath

A young girl had not been feeling well and went to her family doctor. "Young lady," the doctor began, "you're pregnant."

"But that can't be. The only men I've been with are nudists and in, our colony we practice sex only with our eyes."

"Well my dear," said the doctor, "someone in that colony is cockeyed."

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A young girl had not been feeling well and went to her family doctor. "Young lady," the doctor began, "you're pregnant."

"But that can't be. The only men I've been with are nudists and in, our colony we practice sex only with our eyes."

"Well my dear," said the doctor, "someone in that colony is cockeyed."

LOL + ROTF

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For the trekkies out there.

http://whatistng.ytmnd.com/

Hey Spectrum, I thought I was going to see something cool I haven't see yet. >;-) I saw that quite a while ago. The 3 do seem to be rockin' out very well though, don't they?

I believe they should have had Chief O'Brian's ancestor on Star Trek: Enterprise, maybe have him/her working under Trip in engineering. What do you think? I liked the Chief O'Brian character.... My favorite, though, is of course, Mr. Spock. >:-) (-:<

Hi Siran, I don't browse much and my son found it and sent the link to me I liked it.

Of course you like Spock but as far as Vulcans go T'Pol is my favorite!
If you know of any other good trek humor post the links.
Thanks Siran.

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Of course you like Spock but as far as Vulcans go T'Pol is my favorite!

I'd go for Saavik. The young thin Kirstie Alley version, not the Robin Curtis version.

....http://whatistng.ytmnd.com/

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Hi Siran, I don't browse much and my son found it and sent the link to me I liked it.

Of course you like Spock but as far as Vulcans go T'Pol is my favorite!
If you know of any other good trek humor post the links.
Thanks Siran.

To me, T'Pol was to forced. What's-her-name always seemed to "force" the illusion of a lack of emotion. Nimoy seemd to be a natural for the role of Spock and Graham did a better job of being Vulcan than what's-her-name. See how unimpressed I was with her? I can't even remember her name. Oh, yeah Joline Blalock[sp]....

I'll do some googling to see what I can find.

Q: What do the Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?

A: They both circle Uranus, looking for Klingons. >:-) (-:<
A: They both circle your anus, looking for cling ons. >:-) (-:<

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CAPT Siran d'Vel'nahr - L L & P _\\//
Winders 11 OS? "What a piece of junk!" - L. Skywalker
"Logic is the cement of our civilization with which we ascend from chaos using reason as our guide." - T'Plana-hath

Q: What do the Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?

A: They both circle Uranus, looking for Klingons. >:-) (-:<
A: They both circle your anus, looking for cling ons. >:-) (-:<
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Ahhhhg that joke takes me back 40+ years

I'll do some googling to see what I can find.

Q: What do the Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?

A: They both circle Uranus, looking for Klingons. >:-) (-:<
A: They both circle your anus, looking for cling ons. >:-) (-:<

Crazy shithead Vulcan... ohh wait wrong thread...

Psst Spectrum it's TREKKER Not trekkie :)

Once a trekkie always a trekkie

I'll do some googling to see what I can find.

Q: What do the Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?

A: They both circle Uranus, looking for Klingons. >:-) (-:<
A: They both circle your anus, looking for cling ons. >:-) (-:<

Crazy shithead Vulcan... ohh wait wrong thread...

Psst Spectrum it's TREKKER Not trekkie :)

Hey Wolfie, the Dutch would call you a Draad Trekker!

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Hey Wolfie, the Dutch would call you a Draad Trekker!

Why would they care me a wire trigger hond adem (dogbreath)??

Hey Wolfie, the Dutch would call you a Draad Trekker!

Why would they care me a wire trigger hond adem (dogbreath)??

Would someone from the Netherlands tell Blunt Fang what a "draad Trekker" is
since it's obvious that he's attempting to use a cheesey web translator which
is totally useless in correctly recognizing any form of slang.

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Q: What do the Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?

A: They both circle Uranus, looking for Klingons. >:-) (-:<
A: They both circle your anus, looking for cling ons. >:-) (-:<

Ahhhhg that joke takes me back 40+ years

Yeah, I've been around for a while too....
Here's a link to some Star Trek jokes. >:-) (-:<

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CAPT Siran d'Vel'nahr - L L & P _\\//
Winders 11 OS? "What a piece of junk!" - L. Skywalker
"Logic is the cement of our civilization with which we ascend from chaos using reason as our guide." - T'Plana-hath

Once a trekkie always a trekkie

Yep. They've always been trekkies. Although "trekker" sounds slightly more masculine and slightly less geeky, that small verbal attempt to improve the trekkie image is far too little, far too late.

Once, we were at a hotel in Albany during a trekkie convention, and I asked the concierge how the trekkies were tipping. He leaned over and said A) poorly, and B) that the hotel had, on request of the organizers, asked the staff to call them trekkers. Turns out there was sort of a revolt among the managers of the hotel, they kept changing the electronic signs and whatnot back to trekkie, and the attenders (heh, get it?) kept getting annoyed. "Furthermore to this wine cooler, I have set my phaser on stun..."

Hey, maybe we should call them Beaner Babies. 8^]

[edit]To remember to put in the anecdote I origially intended to. Heh.[/edit]

Once a trekkie always a trekkie

Yep. They've always been trekkies. Although "trekker" sounds slightly more masculine and slightly less geeky, that small verbal attempt to improve the trekkie image, doesn't seem to be working.

Hey, maybe we should call them Beaner Babies. 8^]

What is a Beaner Baby Dark Helmet Man ?

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What is a Beaner Baby Dark Helmet Man ?

Well, a "Beanie Baby" is a little stuffed figurine/animal about six inches in size that were all the rage in juvenile collectibles in the late 90's, and to some extent now. They had names like Disgruntled Goat, Uncle Ant, Ku Klux Klam, and so on.

What is a Beaner Baby Dark Helmet Man ?

Well, a "Beanie Baby" is a little stuffed figurine/animal about six inches in size that were all the rage in juvenile collectibles in the late 90's, and to some extent now. They had names like Disgruntled Goat, Uncle Ant, Ku Klux Klam, and so on.

Thanks for the reply, I think we had them here in Oz but with different names...
Exploding Echidna springs to mind along with Kamikazi Kangaroo.
I dont think they sold to well!

A kid comes home from school with a writing assignment. He asks his father for help. "Dad, can you tell me the difference between potential and reality?" His father looks up, thoughtfully, and then says, "I'll display it to you. Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Next, ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then go ask your brother if he would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then come back and tell me what you've learned."
The kid is puzzled, but he decides to see if he can figure out what his father means. He asks his mother, "Mom, if someone gave you a million dollars would you sleep with Brad Pitt?" His mother looks around slyly, and then with a little smile on her face says, "Don't tell your father, but yes, I would." Then he goes to his sisters room and asks her, "Sis, if someone gave you a million dollars, would you sleep with Brad Pitt?" His sister looks up and says, "Omigod! Definitely!" Then he goes to his brothers room and asks him, "Hey bro, if someone gave you a million dollars, would you sleep with Brad Pitt?" His brother thinks about it and says, "For a million bucks, I suppose I would".
The kid goes back to his father and says, "Dad, I think I've figured it out. Potentially, we are sitting on three millions bucks, but in reality, we are living with two sluts and a fag."

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(Adapted from: Edgar Allan Poe, "The Raven," (1845) The Richmond Semi-Weekly Examiner, September 25, 1849.)

The E.T.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious bit of Wiki lore --
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my basement door --
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my basement door --
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak September;
And each separate PC chassis was in parts upon the floor.
Hope I might find proof tomorrow; -- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my search a cease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the real world named Lenore --
Not found here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each mismatched curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my basement door --
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my basement door; --
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my basement door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no human ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" --
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the basement turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something in my Wintel chassis;
Let me see, then, what threat is, and this mystery explore --
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the fan and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the cover, when, with many a fling and flutter,
Out there stepped a stately E.T. of the cheesy films of yore;
Not the least of greetings made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my basement door --
Perched upon a bust of Picard just above my basement door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this gray being beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though your head be bald or shaven, you," I said, "are sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient E.T. wandering from the Intel core --
Tell me what your lordly name is, for the Seti Message Board!"
Quoth the E.T. "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly face to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing such above his basement door --
Thing or beast upon the plastic bust above his basement door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the E.T., sitting lonely on the balding bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered -- not a muscle then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered "No signal bore out before --
So I'll find that this is just noise, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the Gray said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy press corps at some unlikely disaster
Seen on T.V. and beamed skyward till all news one message bore --
Till the dirges of Man's hopes that melancholy message bore
Of 'Never -- nevermore'."

But the E.T. still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of Gray, Jean Luc and door;
Then, upon the fabric sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous Gray of lore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous Gray of lore
Meant in speaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the alien whose black eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's fabric lining that the tasklight gloated o'er,
But whose polyester lining with the tasklight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Moved by a girlfriend's foot-falls sprinkled on the concrete floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "your God has lent you -- Aricebo has sent you
Respite -- from Lenore who left me, from my memories of Lenore;
She did not understand Seti and she left right out my door!"
Quoth the E.T. "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if real or signal! --
Whether purpose sent, or whether random came to our sensor,
Mass-produced yet all undaunted, on this Wintel box enchanted --
On this home computer haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there life out in space? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the E.T. "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if real or signal!
By the Heavens that stretch above us -- by that God we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the nearing future,
I shall find the proof and signal that were scoffed at by Lenore --
Claim that all Seti work was sane and prove it to my Lenore."
Quoth the E.T. "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, real or dream!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get you back into the night sky or the Seti Message Board!
Leave no record as a token of that lie your soul has spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take your peaks and triplets, and take your form from off my door!"
Quoth the E.T. "Nevermore."

And the E.T., never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the plastic bust of Picard just above my basement door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the tasklight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my social life or lack of that lies described on the 'Board
Shall be normal -- nevermore!

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No animals were harmed in the making of the above post... much.