Giving fucking thanks
Nov. 27th, 2009 07:00 pmYesterday 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.
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.
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Date: 2009-11-28 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:43 am (UTC)Until such time as it is available
outside of the Argus III system, a couch without such fixtures will have to suffice.no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:49 am (UTC)I believe the sentiment I wish to express is most succinctly embodied by the statement: Goddamnit.no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:55 am (UTC)Though I indicated, above, that reiteration of the same ideal could detract from the impact of the sentiment, I say it again: GODDAMNIT....I can only imagine.
Unfortunately.no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 04:57 am (UTC)For science.
no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 05:00 am (UTC)...of their scientific value, of course.
I have a deep appreciation of Science.no subject
Date: 2009-11-28 05:02 am (UTC)Deep, as I was just saying to that Emma McCoy, being the operative term.