Saturday, May 23, 2009

Italy



Smoked Goose and Fresh Pasta with Truffles

I think I'll stay.

Friday, May 08, 2009

Star Trek - Checkout

“Status report, Mr. Sulu.”

“Aye, Captain. There’s congestion across the Neutral Zone. Few lines open, many carts backed up.”

“Scan for Amy.”

“Aye, Sir, scanning now. I’ve got a lock on Amy!”

“Who’s her sacker?”

“Will, sir.”

“Damn, so close! Amy is fast but Will is slow and always puts the fresh tomatoes in with the canned goods. Perform a wide scan, Mr. Sulu.”

“Scanning, sir. Thomas is checking and Peter is sacking in Lane 9!”

“That’s more like it! Mr. Sulu, take us into Lane 9, warp factor 5.”

“Course laid in sir. Warp five.”

“Captain,” interjected Mr. Spock.

“Yes, Spock, what is it?”

“I am detecting an unusual life form in Lane 9.”

“Explain.”

“Captain, the life form’s cart is full of barcoded goods but the life form is holding what appears to be a credit card. Usually such a life form would produce a checkbook.”

“Interesting. It could be an anomaly. Let’s move in closer for a better look.”

“Pulling into Lane 9, Captain, dropping to Impulse.”

“Mr. Spock, report.”

“Two heavily laden Feringi trading freighters have pulled in behind us. We’re blocked in, sir.”

“Ironically, for a Vulcan, Mr. Spock, you worry like a mother hen. Thomas and Peter will make short work of the life form and, besides, it’s a credit card. What could go wrong?”
“Engineering to Captain.”

“Yes, Mr. Scott, what is it?”

“It’s that life form, Captain, it’s thrown a force field around the nacelles and we no canna move. We’re dead in the water!”

“Scotty, do what you can. Captain out. Spock. Analysis.”

“Indeed, Captain, the life form is decloaking now. It appears to be ... yes, I’ve got it now, a Book of Coupons.”

“A Book of Coupons? I thought those were banned by the Treaty of Kroger Prime.”

“True, Captain, but not in this sector. These life forms who still use Books of Coupons are insensitive to other life forms. For all intents and purposes they live in a universe of their own.”

“Options, Spock. I. Need. Options.”

“None, sir. We are trapped here until the Book of Coupons has been examined and processed.”

“Trapped! For how long? There must be. A. Way. Out.”

“Our way out, Captain, is that Thomas is a fast checker and he’ll scan the Book of Coupons at flank speed. If my calculations are correct we should be on our way in 4.235 minutes.”

“Four point two three five, Spock? You’re sure of that? Mr. Scott.”

“Aye, Sir.”

“Prepare to take us into Lane 9 on my mark in 3, 2, 1 ... Now, Mr. Scott!”

“Docking completed, Captain. We’re in.”

“Captain!”

“Yes, Mr. Spock.”

“Sensors indicate that checker Thomas is moving out at Warp Factor 9. He appears to be On Break.”

“How does that affect out time line, Mr. Spock? It’s important that we meet our timetable to deliver these badly needed supplies.”

“Unknown, Sir, the new checker is coming into range now. It’s an unfamiliar configuration. I can just make it out ... Trainee.”

“Trainee. We’ve encountered them before. Go to Yellow Alert, Mr. Sulu.”

“Yellow Alert, Sir!”

“Captain, we are being hailed by the Trainee.”

“Put him on screen.”

“Greetings, Earth vessel, please explain the nature of these goods.”

“Those are carrots.”

“Wow, I didn’t know these things came outside of a can! They must be free range. Uh, I’m going to have to contact my supervisor on Rigel IV to get the code. Uh, is that carrot with a “C” or a “K.”

“Captain to sick bay.”

“Sick bay here.”

“Bones, meet me in my ready room with a triple, ice and salt on the rim.”

“On my way.”

“Spock, you have the con. We’re. Going. To. Be here for a. While.”

Thursday, May 07, 2009

Driving Me Tweety

So, I found out I can Tweet on Twitter while driving.

Pretty cool!

The spell checker on my iPhone corrects errors due to hitting pot holes and bumping up against the curb.

"Just ran over a squirrel!"

The world needs to know that.

"Oops! Didn't see that stop sign."

My followers are thrilled by my exploits.

"Small car bumpers are no match for my truck!"

Detroit, I'm sorry, Turin, Italy, should take note.

"Why does the proctologist have such a small parking lot?"

Srsly! If enough people get exasperated maybe they'll build a parking garage and put in a Starbucks.

Tweet!

One of my followers, SoreBum98 tweets, "Right on, Bro! We're starting a movement."

Hmmmmm, I think I might let that one pass.

Saturday, May 02, 2009

Finishing

Whatcha doin?

I'm working on ...

Dinner?

Yeah, dinner. We're having ...

Chicken?

Yeah, chicken and ...

Mushrooms and cream and wine?

Yeah, all that. Uh, how come you keep ...

Finishing your sentences?

Yeah, uh, is it because ...

You're so slow and I can read you like a book?

Yeah, and do you know what I'm thinking right now ...

Yes, and CSI would bust you in a New York second so don't even.

OK.

What's for dinner?

Chicken. And stuff.

Good boy.