...and the resulting confusion was what crashed the plane...?

Another youyou, from dj_intheuk

F YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're on my list, so I want to know you better!

BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.

( thirty six )

Wham, Bam, Thankyou SexBot5000!

4th Anniversary of DaddyDeath (TM) today, and tomorrow would have been his birthday. Getting On With Things and trying not to dwell on it, as I did last year. A child is a great distraction.

I got Series 1 of TNG recently as well as S6, and have gone back to the very beginning... bloody Hell, the pilot's awful! Just awful, the script is just dire. They might as well have just all walked on and said 'My name is Jean-Luc Picard. I am the Captain. I am a bit grumpy. I've got a bit of History with Dr Crusher. This is my ship. Look! It can separate in the middle! I wonder if we'll do that often, or just wait 10 years til the movie? Anyway, this is my Number Two.' 'Hello, I'm Will Riker. I'm supposed to be the sexy one. I've got a bit of History with Deanna Troi. Right now my face is missing a beard, and it's unnerving you...' and so on.

Anyway, watched The Naked Now after and it's brilliant! I'd only seen it once, ages ago, I'd forgotten how funny it was! They should really have done it in the middle of the series - I probably thought it was all the funnier for having much loved characters act OOC, but it might not have made much sense to an audience to whom the characters were still very new. Data's Smug Just-Got-Laid stumble with additional Del-Boy-Topple (which makes no sense, but I don't care. Clearly the writers also realised it made no sense and tried to get round it by having Data attempt to explain the logic of how he could have possibly got Magic Sexy Drunk Disease off Tasha while still drunk, therefore making little sense and trailing off tangentally half way through) is only bettered by Patrick Stewart's glorious comic timing - weird nervous grunting, Pepe-Le-Pew skipping, lolloping giddily over Dr Crusher's desk et al. And presiding over all with a world weary roll of the eyes, the only one out of the whole bally lot of them who doesn't get drunk, is Comedy Legend Worf. Assimilate THIS, Motherfuckers!

I think I'd probably be a Data/Tasha shipper, if only she wasn't about to get deaded for no good reason. Honestly, he shags Tasha, she dies. He waits a decade, then shags the Borg Queen... she dies. That Droid has got a Cock of Certain Doom. What is it made of, Asbestos?

Ah, returning to old Fandoms. What fun.