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.

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[technoshaman.livejournal.com]

Way. She told a story one time. There was this business where she was also stunt double for one of the Klingon ladies... you know the ones, Miz Titley Windows? Well, Pat had been a pretty slight lady when the casting call went out. Then she'd gotten herself pregnant (don't ask, she's not telling), and, well, the first thing that happens is you grow a cup size or two. They'd made the leather look costume on the outside for a well-endowed woman, and padded it on the inside to fit Pat. Pat as she was. And she looks at the costume, and she's thinking, "Oh, *sh--!!!* if they find out I'm pregnant they won't let me work stunts and I need the bucks and...." and the costumer is very calm about it, he looks at the costume and he looks at newly busty Pat, and he says (in this stereotypical light-in-the-loafers accent),

"Sthissors."

And he goes snip, snip, snip with the padding, and the stunt goes off without a hitch, and they all lived happily ever after. And much to our pleasure, Pat got to keep most of that extra post-partum.