Giving fucking thanks

[sharpestscalpel]

Yesterday was goddamn Thanksgiving. I always fucking forget about it with the whole fucking stardate thing instead of regular calendars. Goddamn fucking 'Fleet messing up a perfectly adequate method of keeping shitting track of the time of year.

Any goddamn way.

Fucking Thanksgiving.

Replicated turkey is bullshit so I don't fucking eat it. But I had a little something left over from the last away mission that I cooked up over a flame in the lab. BBQ. Nothing fucking like it even if it ain't goddamn fucking traditional.

Mama always did make us count our fucking blessings. So I guess this year I'm goddamn thankful for the following shit-sucking items:

Fucking space, man
The parathyroid glands
These shit-kicking boots what got me out of fucking trouble at that one base
The old family place back in Georgia
The amygdala
Pointy ears
The fucking ship learning a new goddamn song because the other one was getting fucking old
Lube
Hot sauce and scrambled eggs
Romulan porn
The fucking surrealists
Post-goddamn-modernism
Edith Quimby, PhD
Franz Stangl
Crepes
Maker's Mark
Jazz from the old-Earth 1920s

I could fucking go on but this kind of sappy bullshit is making me want to puke.

Comments

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You one of those moral absolutists?

It's my goddamn job - I fucking minored in Prolonged Torture For Information-Seeking Purposes, for fuck's sake.

So, I have to say, you prejudice against me is founded on differences in environment that ain't my goddamn fault.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I think I'm more of a relativist than an absolutist. At least, I try to be. And I can understand how you're a product of your universe, to a great extent. I honestly can.

But you've still got at least some self-determination, and you're obviously aware of the things you do and how they impact others, as well as yourself.

You're smart, you're educated. You're not at all surprised to have come up against a group of people with wildly varying value systems to those generally subscribed to by inhabitants of your world, which I can only imagine means you've considered that there are other ways to be, in the past.

And there you are, watching a man die in your brig and enjoying it. Thoroughly. And that's only touching on recent events.

What conclusions should I be coming to?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Aw, you're fucking flattering me now, hoping to make me feel goddamn guilty.

I'm a practical man, Blondie. I can fucking speculate but I know my tastes and my universe and where I'm most likely to be fucking at home.

Just like, I ain't in charge of your conclusions - I'm not one to draw them myself.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to flatter you. And I don't believe you're capable of feeling guilt.

But I guess I am hoping that you are, and you will. I don't mind being wrong sometimes.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Guilt ain't got much to recommend it in my world, Blondie.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

How about taking responsibility for yourself? I doubt that you really believe you're just a product of your environment.

If that were really true, you wouldn't be worried about what I know, after all.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You urging me to take some fucking action, Blondie? Take care of my responsibilities, like protecting me and my shipmates from dangerous lies spread by women like you?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

You know I wouldn't be lying.

Whether or not I'm dangerous...

I don't know that I'm urging you to do anything at all. Stop, maybe. Repent, if you can?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Repent?

Oh, Blondie. You trying to save my fucking soul? That's just too goddamn precious for motherfucking words.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you've figured out by now that I always hope for the best from people, even when I know it's futile. You also know that you're not the one I'm trying to save.

What are you trying to do? Scare me? I promise, I find you horrifying already.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You trying to save Pike's calculator? That one there's one doesn't want saving. If he did, he'd have found himself a nice safe job back planetside, instead of shacking up as a captain's man - he's got his own preferences, Blondie.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Of course he has preferences. Unsurprisingly, a big one is staying away from you. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't want to help him with that?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

He protests too fucking much.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

You know something I don't, Tina. Anything I should?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

I talked about this a little bit at the Halloween party with you, I think. But there were more pleasant things to discuss.

But the whole thing isn't really my story to tell. I can ask Spock for permission, though. Or you can ask him himself. I don't think he'll be enthusiastic - he didn't exactly relate it to me on purpose, after all.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it. I remember now. And it is none of my business, as you say.

I am glad Spock has a friend like you, however.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

You're such a sweetheart, Jim.

And so is he, given a chance.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

We're not the only ones. Don't ever change.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Y'all done love-festing it up in my livejournal?

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

Yes. Gosh, I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable or something.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, Blondie, the sarcasm don't sit well in your mouth.

[rn-chapel.livejournal.com]

It works a lot better when you can see me rolling my eyes.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

Too much for you, Scruffy? Jealous?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I've got a delicate goddamn stomach for that much saccharine. Fucking shit'll give you cancer.

[original-fine.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you've been deprived of the real thing so long you can't even recognize it. Nothing artificial about us.