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Spock and the Other One: The lost episode of Star Trek November 21, 2007

Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 1 comment so far

Warning:  Spoilers follow.  However, it doesn’t matter.  I don’t think you have a chance of ever seeing this episode.

Kirk sat on a bench in the dressing room in Wal*Mart, looking anxiously at Spock.  The Vulcan looked abnormally pale; something in Earth’s atmosphere, or in the supermarket, was not agreeing with him and he was drifting off to sleep.  The starship captain looked up for a moment, and when he looked back at Spock… well, Spock wasn’t there.  As he went to sleep, he had disappeared.

Kirk jumped up and ran out to the girl working outside the dressing rooms.  “Help,” he panted.  “My friend is lost.”  He realized (in typically brilliant Kirk-style) that it would help her if he described him.  “He’s about this tall,” he added, holding out his hand, “and his hair is dark and cut like this, and he has big dark eyes and odd eyebrows.”

“That’s for sure,” inserted McCoy dryly.

She helped them look for Spock, but all they found was a beautiful girl laying on the floor in another dressing room.

And now, Abby-fashion, I’m going to just say that basically they figured out that every time Spock fell asleep, he was disappearing and a girl (I think her name was Libby) was appearing in his place… she had done something terrible and been condemned to walk around forever under the outer crust of the earth.  However, for some reason, she was released from this curse whenever Spock fell asleep.  I believe that it had something to do with his bloodtype.

Annoyingly enough, I woke up before the whole thing was really resolved in my mind.  My favorite moment is definitely McCoy’s, “That’s for sure.”  It was so exactly him.  The general aura of confusion is not helped by the fact that I was, for most of the dream, stuck in Kirk’s mind. 

Samwise (10:37:18 PM):

that’s logical

me (10:37:25 PM):

You sound like Spock.

me (10:37:31 PM):

=)

Samwise (10:37:45 PM):

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Samwise (10:37:48 PM):

o

me (10:37:51 PM):

hahaha

Samwise (10:38:02 PM):

did you het that?

me (10:38:07 PM):

yes I did!

Samwise (10:38:10 PM):

*get

Samwise (10:38:23 PM):

that’s great! looking at it, I don’t see how

me (10:39:12 PM):

Well, we just finished watching the entire original season II.  So… and I had a dream the other night about Kirk, Spock, and McCoy (he’s my favorite =) ) beaming down to Wal*Mart.

Samwise (10:39:23 PM):

ha!

me (10:40:05 PM):

Spock got lost and Kirk was trying to describe him… “He has kinda odd eyebrows…”  McCoy:  “That’s for sure!”

Samwise (10:40:37 PM):

hahaha! and the cashier just stares, right?

me (10:42:15 PM):

Well, I think that she actually went and tried to help him find Spock… don’t ask me why she wasn’t more alarmed about them being in the ladies’ dressing rooms… but… I guess she was having a boring day.

Samwise (10:42:55 PM):

wow, this sounds like a don’t-want-to-wake-up dream, b/c it’s so funny

 

 

He was right, it was a pretty hysterical dream. 

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

From Michael Kelly Blanchard… November 21, 2007

Posted by Anya in : smiling is good for you, I won't keep things purposely vague , add a comment

From Michael Kelly Blanchard…

Enter the top ten sorcerers/They were as sparkling as can be/They said “King, what’s on your mind?”/He said, “You tell me.”/Well they all got these sick little grins/They said, “You must be puttin’ us on…. [Daniel, from Daniel 2]

Oh the man, Gideon/ Was his father’s smallest son/And as the neighborhood boys did run/He was kinda puny/Now well his people lived in caves/’Cause the times were rather grave/They hardly washed and never shaved/And were always gloomy/…/And God said, “Well, my friend…/You got too many men…/I tell you most of them/You just won’t be needing.”/ Gideon turned gray/Said, “God, whatever You say,/ But let’s not get carried away/With this… weeding./…/I’m just a healthy little man/Who’d like to stay that way as long as he can…/Three hundred men?” [Gideon]

A taste of grace is all it takes

A morsel of the Maker

Face to face, the bitter heart breaks

And salt pours from the shaker… [Taste of