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Babies and mobile phones don't mix.
May. 25th, 2008 01:36 pmViolet decided to phone Brian Tufano this morning. Luckily, his phone was off, but he called Hubs later, wondering why his number had come up as a missed call. Hubs is concerned that she has mastered the twin skills of phone snatchage and button mashing as he does have some other Very Important People on his mobile.
Hubs keeps trying to make me write a TNG Fic which culminates in Riker falling out of a wardrobe with his trousers round his ankles and his trombone round his neck just as Picard is showing an Admiral round the ship. At least he's stopped trying to get me to write 'PG Chimps'.
Some more of Hubs' Fic ideas that he's run past me recently:
- Riker is practicing his 'leg at awkward angle' pose when he falls into a transporter, transporting all of his clothes off, replacing them with a string of onions round his neck. Picard walks in and thinks he's being Racist.
- Data is confused as to why the rest of the crew keeps avoiding him and won't let him have any cutlery except plastic teaspoons to eat with, until he realises that their Microsoft Office alert has told them all that it's been 6 months since his last malfunction.
- A Night Shift story where everybody gets bored and keep transporting another pair of trousers onto Worf every time he tries to go to the toilet, thus confusing and frustrating him.
- Data gets an upgrade that uses up all of his memory space and makes him really slow and thick.
That man. Don't get me started on the Mac Beret.
In other news, I have made the mistake of returning to The Sims 2. I am now thoroughly addicted. My Sim is a painter who likes telling jokes. All of her friends at present are male, she had sex with a waiter a while ago, but that's over now, and her flirtation with a deckhand is fizzling out a little too. She tried to come on to some fella at a Spa recently, but he was having none of it. Mind you, she did really need a bath at the time. At least she's off the disused film lot where the ghosts kept making people pass out in their own piss.
Hubs keeps trying to make me write a TNG Fic which culminates in Riker falling out of a wardrobe with his trousers round his ankles and his trombone round his neck just as Picard is showing an Admiral round the ship. At least he's stopped trying to get me to write 'PG Chimps'.
Some more of Hubs' Fic ideas that he's run past me recently:
- Riker is practicing his 'leg at awkward angle' pose when he falls into a transporter, transporting all of his clothes off, replacing them with a string of onions round his neck. Picard walks in and thinks he's being Racist.
- Data is confused as to why the rest of the crew keeps avoiding him and won't let him have any cutlery except plastic teaspoons to eat with, until he realises that their Microsoft Office alert has told them all that it's been 6 months since his last malfunction.
- A Night Shift story where everybody gets bored and keep transporting another pair of trousers onto Worf every time he tries to go to the toilet, thus confusing and frustrating him.
- Data gets an upgrade that uses up all of his memory space and makes him really slow and thick.
That man. Don't get me started on the Mac Beret.
In other news, I have made the mistake of returning to The Sims 2. I am now thoroughly addicted. My Sim is a painter who likes telling jokes. All of her friends at present are male, she had sex with a waiter a while ago, but that's over now, and her flirtation with a deckhand is fizzling out a little too. She tried to come on to some fella at a Spa recently, but he was having none of it. Mind you, she did really need a bath at the time. At least she's off the disused film lot where the ghosts kept making people pass out in their own piss.
