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Monday, January 30, 2012

Having an Episode: The Man Trap

Stardate 1513.1
(NEW CONTENT)

The Enterprise is orbiting planet M113. My Goodness is it boring! The dig records from the Craters-- they're the archeologists who have been working on the surface--say nothing about ancient hair technologies and for all we know the extinct inhabitants were as bald as a waxed Deltan. (If you don't know what a Deltan is, let me tell you, they are as bald as they are dripping with pheromones--and believe you me, sugar, when you're coiffure is a big null, you need excessive money or pheromones to catch some attention and since we don't use money in the 23rd century...but I digress).  Ho-hum.

Salonbay has been as dead as the ancient civililization on the planet below (though certainly not as dusty--we've cleaned repeatedly for lack of clients). The only person who's been in today was Dr. McCoy. He's such a darling and he always smells like peppermint. Nancy Crater on the surface below is an old flame! I just love these final frontier romances, of course she's married now. Anyhoo, He just wanted a trim but I convinced him to darken those grey hairs. He was so resistant; I said "Dammit, McCoy, your a doctor, not a cosmetologist. I know what's best for your hair." and I pursed my lips and stamped my size 12 go-go boot (They aren't exactly regulation, but they're close enough so nobody says anything) He thought that was real funny and asked if I minded if he used it.

I tried to convince Kirk that I needed to be included in the landing party but he gave me the brush off. Women like Nancy need to be pampered--their hair and makeup needs are as urgent as medical and supplies. When will Starfleet learn? Jim seemed to think the place for the chief cosmetological officer was on board and I suppose he's right. There could be any number of hair related emergencies while he's away. The weave replicator is on the blink, so I might as well stick around and have Scotty take a look at it.

Now Darnell is in the landing party and before he beamed down to the surface he asked me to marry him! We've only been dating for a month and he up and pops the question. He's always been a little impulsive. I told him I'd give him my answer when he gets back tonight. How can I resist those big brown cow eyes of his? I was chatting with Green about him and all he could say is that he thinks I deserve better than that. Darnell is a bit of a playboy. Who doesn't know about his Wrigley's pleasure planet exploits or his Orion green girl conquests, but that's all behind him now. Why, the captain himself said he thinks I've had a pacifying effect on Darnell and he's been nothing but a gentleman to me. Anyway, while I was talking to Green, he kept shifting from one foot to the other and fidgeting with his hands and looking down at his feet. Then he up and confesses his love for me! He just blurted it out and gave me the sweetest peck on the cheek and ran off to join the landing party. Green said he's been holding himself back all this that and that I can't possibly marry Darnell. What's a girl to do?

Stardate 1513.3

OMG! Darnell is dead. Nancy Crater said she saw him grazing on some local flora--just popped it in his mouth! I blame Starfleet training! I mean, is it too much to ask to reinforce rules like: "Alien Shit Can Kill You." (When I was in school that was one of the big workplace safety posters--why don't you see those anymore?) The number in that sign on the wall in rec room 3 hasn't risen above 4 since I've been here! ("It's been X days since our last safety related death!"). Of course Darnell's phaser didn't work on the brightest settings if you know what I mean. If you don't, I mean he was dumb.) Oh well, what can one do? In Space there are a thousand ways to die before noon. Green said he wants to talk to me as soon as he gets back from the surface. He's such a sweet boy. I just love his curly hair and his baby blue eyes! Well, I guess I am free now after all. *sigh*

Stardate 1513.9

I ran into Green in the corridor outside of Spabay. He said he really needed a salt glow and he wanted to know where Petunia, the chief spa officer was in. He seemed really off--kinda shifty. Well, more shifty than usual. Actually, a different kind of shifty all together. He's usually "Aw, shucks, ma'am" shifty and just now he was more "There's nothing to see here. Move along." shifty. I told him to come by later and I'd give him some highlights and we could talk--maybe even grab a bottle of replicated wine and take it back to my quarters; after all, I am grieving.

You know, Janice has been spending an awful lot of time with Sulu lately. I wonder if she knows. She's kind of clueless with the boys if you know what I mean. I'm always trying to get her to try a new hair style (although my basket weave hair weaving is truly unmatched in all quadrants). I don't know why she insists on that conservative look of hers; the Easter basket bob bump went out with the 22nd century!

Stardate 1513.12

This must be some kind of record! Green has been found dead on the planets surface. From the description it sounds like some kind of attack with Chinese medicinal fire cups! I've checked all records planet M-113 and I can't find any reference to land squid like those on Naboo--they leave red sucker marks like those found on green's body. We're all locked down in quarters. Seems the shifty Green I saw earlier isn't Green at all. Some shape-shifting alien assassin has infiltrated our ranks! (Hmmm. The squid hypothesis is looking more and more reasonable.) What if I had let him, um it, kiss me? or worse? A girl really has to be careful out here in space--those thousand ways to die in space that I mentioned earlier blossom into a million in the afternoon! I don't even want to think about how many early evening holds!

Nancy Crater Salt Vampire, ch ch ch changes

Stardate 1513. 15

They caught it. They killed it. It was trying to desalinate Captain Kirk, dressed up as the Doctor's own Nancy Crater (to clarify that sentence: the creature had taken Nancy Crater's form. Our daring Captain was not dressed in what passed as fashion for that ill-fated archaeologist). Our ship's crew is just so efficient! I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd say they could wrap any perilous situation up in about an hour (with commercials to boot)! The clean-up crew took the body down to biology. I'll run have a little looky-loo later. Turns out it wasn't a squid--and yes, it has hair! Mr. Spock, I'm sure, will supervise the dissection. I've heard rumors that it was the last of a dying race of salt sucking creatures, which is sad, but extinction is the price you pay for ruining Mz. Moxie's evening plans (and robbing me, not once, but twice, of marital bliss)! Oh, I'd better take some hair samples. Maybe, if I replicate the hair I can make some new hair pieces for Nurse Chapel. After all, what else do I have to do tonight, other than mourn, of course!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Five Year Mission: The Man Trap

Here's a repost from the old blog about my favorite fellows: Five Year Mission. You can use their video, "The Man Trap" (below) to get ready for my webisode of the same name coming this Wednesday at 7 pm EST.

I've recently discovered Five Year Mission. Not the five year mission that I'm on, but something that was called a "tribute band" back in the 21st century.  This band somehow got hold of the historical records of our adventures on the Enterprise and has decided to make a song of each "episode". How clever! I don't exactly know why they are called a "tribute band" but I hope it has to do with lavishing gifts on those you sing of (or technically for me, on those close to those you sing of). They are, of course, all clean cut young men with Starfleet regulation hair (Yes, yes, I know, those are very wide standards).

The Band FIVE YEAR MISSION (left to right: Ginger, Sporty, Scary, Posh and Baby) 
Now, I have to be very careful in listening to their music. You see, because they come from the past and have somehow extracted information about our future aboard the Enterprise, I have to make sure that I'm only listening to songs about OUR past from before the point in time when I'm listening. Confusing? Well, you see, if I accidentally listen to a song about an adventure that we haven't had yet from my point of view, then I could accidentally change our timeline. If I understand correctly, then that could have some weird timeline effects, like wiping out the eugenics wars of the 1990's or making Spock's mother Mina Harker, or, god forbid, RED MATTER! Is that how it works? Theoretically, I could even become my own grandmother. (Gasp! What fine genetic stock I would make!) Anyhoo, I really like their music. Buy their songs. Seriously. Now, I don't get any money from this and what would I do with it anyway, seeing as we don't use money in the future. So buy it now. NOW. You can do it right over your interwebs.

Here's a link for a video for one of their songs. In fact, this is the one called "The Man Trap", just like my webisode!


Stay tuned in the weeks to come for more info about the band!

Do Not Adjust Your Set...


If you're wondering why everything has disappeared, it's because the makeover has begun! You'll be seeing a new Moxie around here (well, the same Moxie, she's just getting a blog-lift). In honor of this magnificent makeover, I put before you, Mz. Rupaul Charles, Looking Good and Feeling Gorgeous!


Tonight we officially relaunch with an updated post about Five Year Mission, so keep your eyes open for FABULOUS! 

Monday, January 23, 2012

The Moxie Pod: Now with Wings!

And here it is, soon to be flying into a computer near you!