What my mind dredges up.

[elfs]

I had come into my offices at CompuServe, an experience now a decade in the past, to find two of my then-co-workers, one of them holding a syringe half-full of green liquid. They stood over the body of murdered judge Tasha Yar and tried to frame me for the killing.

But the police determined that my fingerprints weren't on the syringe as theirs were, and my affair with Ms. Yar had been completely public and, while controversial, hardly the sort of thing one would murder about.

I have the strangest dreams sometime.

The funny thing is that I was always much more attracted to Patrick Stewart than I was Denise Crosby, and of the women on the crew my heart belonged to Gates McFadden.

Comments

Sigh

[dakiwiboid.livejournal.com]

I love Patrick Stewart. I've even based a tiny charm on him. Picturing Patrick Stewart naked in my head gets me tables in crowded restaurants, lets me make left turns in traffic, and do other difficult, though minor things. I mostly love his voice, though, and his manner. He'll be sexy forever, as long as he can talk!