tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19578388629817398682023-11-16T07:15:36.995-05:00Moxie Magnus: Star Trek CosmetologistMoxie Magnus is the Chief Xenocosmetolgist aboard the USS Enterprise of Star Trek under the command of Captain James T Kirk. She's the one responsible of all those 23rd century up dos. Her personal five year mission is to boldly fro what no man has, um, frown before.Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-63665261413168948072017-03-07T15:18:00.005-05:002017-03-07T15:47:03.829-05:00The Moxie Pod, Webisode 15: Shore Leave<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-77424338774279052882017-03-07T15:00:00.000-05:002017-03-07T15:21:36.936-05:00Having an Episode: Shore LeaveYou are never going to believe this one. Where do I start.<br />
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Well, first of all, everyone on the ship was on edge. After the wedding fiasco and that kerfuffle along the neutral zone everyone was just exhausted. And before that we had that mass murdering troupe of actors on board. Oh and even before that Spock's mutiny for Pike and a near ship-wide death penalty panic, preceded by "death by Balok", insane prisoners, ancient children with horrible contagious diseases, android doppelgangers, beauties hopped up on Venus drug, evil doppelgangers, highly contagious drunken space madness, god-like former collegues acting like murderous asses, god-like adolescents removing people's mouths and what not, oh and let's not forget salt vampire doppelgangers. Whew! We certainly were due for a break. Dr. McCoy even told Kirk that some of the more fatigued members of the crew were showing early warning signs of garden variety space madness. And even though that is not nearly as bad as highly contagious drunken space madness, it is still something to be avoided, and easily avoided it is. The Doctor ordered R&R for one and all.<br />
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Ah, my dear friend Janice! She is, as you know, leaving us. This will be her last week on the Enterprise and she is more than a little down. I don't think she's cut out for deep space exploration. Barrows has already taken over as the Captain's primary yeoman. That Tonia Barrows, why she is something else! She's not one of the Starfleet career girls like me or Uhura. She one of those who joined the fleet to obtain the rank of Mrs. And let me tell you, she's zipping up the ranks! She's got her eye on our good doctor right now, but before it's all over she'll be an admiral's wife as sure as a Vulcan has pointy ears. She does have beautiful hair. I styled it in a lovely flip right before the landing party beamed down.<br />
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The landing party consisted of Bones, Sulu, Maritine, and Rodriguez. Of course you've heard me go on and on about Bones and Sulu. Martine, of course is Angela Martine, our own grieving little almost bride, robbed of the comfort of being a starfleet widow. Bless her heart. The up side is that she's Alvian, so her sorrow is numbed by the holy whiskey of Lord Alvis. Estaban Rodriguez I know little about. I've always seen him as a bore to be avoided. He's always talking about war this and war that. His knowledge of World War II weapon's and tactics is amazing and amazingly boring. Why he could put an insomniac hummingbird on stimulants to sleep with five minutes of his conversation! Oh, but that isn't very kind of me. Anyhoo, Janice and I joined the other four with no intention of doing any kind of work. I just wanted some girlfriend time before she left us. So, as soon as we hit the ground we put some distance between ourselves and the others.<br />
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We walked around a little lake and Janice started telling me something about how she always wanted to learn to tag, you know, to spray paint her signature on buildings, she always wanted to be a graffiti artist. I gave her a dumb look. "What in heavens are you going on about!"<br />
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"Well," she said, "I was just thinking about it when I noticed there was a can of red spray paint on the ground by that tree."<br />
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Of course we both thought it odd, but we were just out to have a good time so I encouraged Janice to have a go at it. Well, she picked up that red can of paint and did the absolute worst job of tagging a tree that ever there was. She tried again on some banana trees but by then we were both giggling so hard she couldn't hold the can upright. "Oh well," she said, "I guess I can mark that off my list of things to do!"<br />
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We continued around the lake, and, as we often do, chatted like a couple of school girls. We talked about how this place was like an island paradise. We were half listening to each other and just gabbing about what our recent intrests. I was telling her something that I'd been reading about Khan Noonian Singh and she was telling me something she had been watching, I wasn't really listening so all I can remember is that it was something about 20th century television and tattoos. Well, we rounded a corner in the path we were on and there among the palm fronds stood two men in white suits. One was a dashing older gentleman whom I'm sure I must have met before. The other was a tiny little fellow. <br />
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They were standing a few feet away and I heard the little one say "Who's that boss?" and the bigger guy said "Oh that my friend is a middle-aged love sick hairdresser and her brokenhearted friend." As we got closer he said "Welcome, Welcome to Fantasy Island. I am your host, Mr...."<br />
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I didn't catch his name because about that time my attention was diverted by a 6 foot bunny carrying a pocket watch and wearing a waste coat followed by a little girl. They marched off to the left of us and were swallowed by a hole in the ground. Janice and I ran after them but there was no trace of even the hole where they had disappeared! When we turned back the man in white and his little friend were gone. <br />
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Janice and I gave each other a puzzled look but didn't have much time to speak as our thoughts were interrupted by four loud bangs! Being a science officer I fell flat upon the ground as I was trained. Janice, of course, having been trained as command remained bolt upright. I pulled her down next to me and told her to be quiet. After a few minutes we decided to stand up and assess the situation and as soon as we did we heard a woman's blood curdling scream. We ran for the trees. Once we got to cover I realized that I'd lost my communicator somewhere, probably while lying on the ground.<br />
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"Janice, give me your communicator." I said.<br />
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"Um, I didn't bring it." she said.<br />
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"You what?"<br />
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"Well, there aren't any pockets in this thing and you said 'There's no animal life, so what could possibly go wrong. Let's just go and lay in the grass and look at the clouds' you said. 'I'll make sure we get in the landing party.' you said."<br />
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I was about ready to throttle Janice.<br />
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"You bird brained idiot!" I yelled. "I bet you've got a whole flock of geese in that head of yours where your brain should be!" Just then a whole flock of geese flew over our heads making all kinds of noise.<br />
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We were so startled we jumped together and grabbed hold of each other. We couldn't help but laugh at how stupid we were being and how strange things were becoming all around us. We decided we better find the rest of the landing party as soon as possible by making our way back to the glade where we landed.<br />
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Well, before you could say "boo", we ran into an old nemisis of mine named Ruth. She just appeared out of nowhere! There she stood, looking as stunning as ever with that sly smile on her face. Her blonde hair piled on her head was as enticing as cinnamon buns in a basket. She wore that black and white number that she had designed herself for the cover of Earth Vogue. Her shoes were mismatched, one black one white--mismatched shoes had always been her signature. How ridiculous is that? And oh how I hated those shoes!<br />
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"You head on to the glade, Janice." I'll be right behind. Janice must have known by the set of my jaw that I wasn't to be argued with because she only hesitated a moment before continuing on.<br />
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"My dear Moxie. You haven't aged a day." Ruth paused, "Not one day; it's more like 30 years."<br />
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"Oh yeah," I said. I couldn't think of anything witty to say so I jumped her. It's like I'm always telling everyone, If you've got some ass to kick, shut the hell up and kick some ass. When your done you can get snappy with the small talk and the tag lines but don't let them get the upper hand by blathering on and on.<br />
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So, we wrestled to the ground. She had me in a head lock but I got away. I tried some of those flying kicks and shoulder rolls that Jim is always trying to show me but my hair just got in the way. Ruth grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground. Enough was enough, but when I got up she was gone.<br />
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Standing in front of me was Finnegan! He was one of my beau's at the academy. He looked so young and handsome. He said, "Moxie Anne, as I live and breathe!" in that Irish accent of his. "I had hoped I'd meet you here." Well, just like fighting, if you've got something to do go at it and save the words for later. Before I knew it Finnegan held me in his arms. He dipped me low and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. I opened them just in time to see Ruth's balled up fist before it knocked me from Finnegan's arms to the ground.<br />
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I was awakened by 3 loud bangs! I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, my head was in Janice's lap and she was stroking my hair. "Oh, Moxie! Thank heaven's you're ok." Janice had only gone as far as the trees where she had watched the whole scene. Apparently, once I passed out Ruth and Finnegan had both wandered off. Janice had then swooped in to save me. I assured her I was ok. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lip on the sleeve of my uniform. That's when I noticed that my dress was ripped at the right shoulder, a particularly week area in these uniforms for some reason.<br />
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"I do wish I had something less drafty to wear" I said.<br />
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"Like what?" Janice asked.<br />
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"Oh, I don't know!" I was just about at the end of my patience, "A gorilla suit for all I care!"<br />
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Wouldn't you know it. Just as we stood up and headed for the glade we noticed a gorilla suit hanging from a branch.<br />
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I, of course, put the suit on. After I'd just been so snippy with Janice I almost felt I had to. At least it cheered her up a little bit, and me too for that matter.<br />
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"Janice, I've got an idea about what's going on" I said. "When I say 'now' I want you to say whatever pops into your head and concentrate on imagining that thing. Ok?" She shook her head in agreement.<br />
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"NOW!" I said.<br />
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Well Janice blurted out "homicidal robot cowboy" and I shouted "Rama IV, King Mongkut of Siam, fourth ruler of the Chakri dynasty!"<br />
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"Oh Janice!" I said, "Did it have to be something deadly!"<br />
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Nothing happened at first but then out of nowhere an amalgam of what we'd just said appeared! I told Janice to run for the bushes as I stood resolute, facing the Royal Thai cowboy as he drew his guns and pointed them directly at us. My mind raced. It looked like it was just the king and I and only one of us could survive. But before he could fire, he was shot down by a WWII flying machine. <br />
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"Thank the gods! Rodriguez must be close by." I said. "Who would have thought we'd be saved by his tedious knowledge of World War II?"<br />
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Once the flying machines had disappeared on the horizon, we continued on and almost immediately found Angela lying at the base of a tree with Rodriguez standing over her. We just about scared him to death until I took the head off that gorilla suit and convinced him it was, indeed, me. We were very concerned about Angela, but he assured us she was alright, just drunk. He said she'd been thinking of whiskey all day and she kept finding shots of it every time they turned around! We decided it best for Janice and I to wait with Angela and for Rodriguez to try and find the rest of the landing party. <br />
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I told Janice I thought it would be best if we hid in some bushes while we waited. We dragged Angela into the bushes with us. That turned out to be a really good idea. While we waited a veritable parade passed us by. First there was the giant rabbit followed by the little girl followed by the handsome man in white. The little fellow in white was running behind trying to keep up. Next came a samurai riding a tiger followed by an army of Don Juans. Waddling behind all of this was our little flock of geese. I was not amused though cute they were bringing up the rear.<br />
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Once the parade was out of sight, we roused Angela. I wasn't willing to wait here any longer, what with Rand's homicidal imagination on the loose. The three of us headed to the glade. Just as we got there we saw Kirk heading off into the bushes with Ruth. Everyone was there and everyone was ok. I might add there were also two stunning showgirls in brightly colored fur bikini's and some old man in a mumu. Spock and the old man explained everything to us. Something about higher life forms and Micky Mouse. I'm not going to go into the details, you can cross reference this with the captain's log if you want to know more. All I know is that we could have our hearts desire, just for the wishing. Suffice it to say, Janice and I wished for something more suitable to wear, got changed, and headed back to where we'd met the older gentlemen and his diminutive companion in their nice white suits. We were going to wish us up a five star spa, a wave pool and a dozen or so pool boys of various colors and shades in brightly colored fur bikinis of their very own! The rest? Well, let's just say, what happens on shore leave doesn't leave the shore! *wink wink*<br />
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The wedding day is here! The wedding day is here! I'm so excited. We haven't had a wedding on this ship in, oh, well never! And it is sooooo needed; after all, morale on this spaceboat is about as low as the captain's standards in women! Robert and Angela are such a lovely couple. They met right here on our little love boat. They are both weapons specialists working in phaser control. They got to know each other in those long hours when there was absolutely no one out here to shoot at and realized that they were just meant to be together. I have never seen a couple so blessed by destiny. It's as if the universe itself existed only to bring them together as one.<br />
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The wedding is going to take place today in the ship's chapel (and I ain't talking about the nurse-BaZing!). We almost never use that room, what with almost everyone on the ship being post-theists. Why, here in the 23rd century strong religious belief is largely a thing of the past as everyone simply loves one another (sometimes with abandon!)--excluding, of course, Klingons and Romulans; they simply don't appreciate life the way we do. Anyhoo, there are a number of religious people on board the Enterprise. The bride being among them.<br />
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Angela Martine, our young bride, is an Alvian--you know one of those latter day followers of Alvis. As religions go it's fairly new--really only took off in those undersea labs in the 21st century. Well, Angela really wanted to have a traditional Alvian wedding followed by an Alvian hootenanny reception, full of ham and liquor and pomp. Since we have so few weddings the captain agreed and as the ships rec officer I naturally took over the planning. I did manage to convince Angela to abandon the traditional Alvian vows. (Who wants to hear the groom promise to never pistol whip the bride--I mean, who uses a pistol anymore? Or the bride promise, and I quote "Nay, I shall never smite thee upside yer no-good head with a cast iron skillet, unless commanded by the Lord! Nay indeed, I even spit upon the prospect!") They are going to write their own vows, which should be fine. Robert isn't Alvian and I really think Angela is only a high holy day Alvian anyway. She certainly doesn't drink enough to be an Alvian fundamentalist.<br />
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Even though she is leaving soon, Rand is helping out with the wedding. She's going to light the "Blazin' Candelabra of Lord Alvis." We rewove her hair just for the occasion. I even suggested she borrow my dress tricorder to wear to the service; it just looks so lovely on her and gives her an air of authority. <br />
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The maid of honor looks lovely--her hair looked so wonderful just out of the curlers that she wouldn't even let me comb it out! As for the bride, well, I never go into space without my own personal protein replicator--not all of them have a marabou feather setting, which is absurd, should be a factory standard; A twenty-third century lady who is further than an over night express package delivery from a reliable source of marabou feathers can hardly call herself civilized. Using marabou feathers as decoration is really what separates us from lower beasts. Anyhoo, that is exactly what we gilded this lily with--white marabou wedding feathers! It was either that or replicated polar bear fur and that would have just been silly!<br />
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We got to his cabin just in time to see outpost four disintegrated! We were stunned. "Do you think it was the Romulans?" Janice asked.<br />
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"Probably", I said. "You know, we have no idea what those Romulans look like, they could be right here on this ship." Rand and I looked at Tina who had been awfully silent through this whole conversation.<br />
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I went over to the captain's computer and pulled up an amateur sketch that dated from the time of the Romulan Wars. This sketch came from the description of the one human ever to see a Romulan. With his last breath he described what he had seen and someone had the good sense to make a quick sketch. (Actually, his last words have always been somewhat cryptic. Just before he crossed the veil he said "I want to know where the gold at." What could he have meant?)<br />
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Just then we started receiving a transmission from the bridge. "What's this then." Janice asked. It didn't appear to be on our ship although everything was bathed in a fuchsia light. <br />
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"Merciful Zeus," I said, searching through my mind for who this guy reminded me of, "he looks just like..." I stopped myself before the name could leave my lips. The three of us just stared at each other. I'm sure they thought I meant to say what they were thinking: "He looks just like a Vulcan!" But, no, I was thinking the commander looked just like Ambassador Sarek, Spock's father! Yes, it's true, the Romulans look just like the Vulcans and, what's worse, this one looks just like Spock's daddy! I knew him back in the days when I was a docent at the Alien Anthropology Museum in San Francisco. <a href="http://moxiemagnus.blogspot.com/2011/07/having-episode-dagger-of-mind.html">(You can read more about that here.)</a> <br />
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Well, the three of us stayed in the captain's quarters and did each others nails. I got Janice to paint mine. Tina was in such a state that she'd have lacquered all the way up to my elbows with her shaky hands. We didn't talk much. The threat of death was enough to make even a good manicure seem pointless; but of course it wasn't. If you're gonna go you want your nails to look good. If you're buried and your not dead not only can strong nails help you claw your way out of the casket, but you'll look classy doing it. Anyhoo, at least the ship remained steady through the process. Janice left us for the bridge and Tina wanted to go down to the rec room to tell everyone what she had seen. <br />
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I didn't know what to do. Should I go to the bridge and tell the captain that the Romulan commander not only looked like a Vulcan but he looked exactly like Spock's father? It had to be just an incredible coincidence. Sarek was such a lovely man. You know, he married an earth woman and no common one at that. She used to volunteer as a docent at the Alien Anthropology Museum so we'd often lunch together and that's how I got to know them both. Oh the stories she would tell about her years on Vulcan. She'd say "Kitten, Love always trumps logic." That's what she called me, Kitten. We grew to be such good friends. <br />
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I am soooooo bored. Who knew instant death could take so long. I just wish we would all die or that we could continue with our little wedding. I mean, I can only read hair magazines for so long. If I'm not frozen by the void of space soon, I'm going to have to shower and start with a clean canvas. I'm heading back to the captain's cabin to see if I can pick up on what's going on on the bridge.<br />
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So here we are. All alone out by the neutral zone. We've got a ghost on board (remember, last time I told you about Karidian and that traveling actor troupe). Janice is leaving us. The universe has denied our celebration of love and our chapel will go unused (and no, I don't even get any pleasure in pointing out that by "chapel" I don't mean our dear nurse. *sigh* not even a BaZing can lift my spirits). Why I doubt that even replicated marabou can make this mess any better. Prettier and more civilized, yes of course, but better, I'm just not so sure.<br />
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Poor Angela, she can't even retire to the Alvian widows feed-store gun commune at Old Fort Klugman now since she didn't actually marry. I suppose she does have the comfort of whiskey and the loving embrace of ham to help her through this sad time. Oh, and of course revenge, best served cold like so many uneaten replicated wedding shrimp cocktails. Oh well, this will certainly test her faith. We'd better keep the fire arms from her until she gets a little better.<br />
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I just love planet Q! There aren't many places like it: long purple sunsets, soft-pink rocks, all that natural beauty and a thriving cosmopolitan culture to boot! Q-city is amazing. There's a Starbuck's on every corner. Why they even have their own particular version of that historical TV reality series: "The Real Housewives of Q-city". I was so glad to know we were diverted there. <br />
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The Enterprise was sent to check out Dr. Thomas Leighton's discovery of a new synthetic food that may put an end to famine as we know it! Coincidentally, Kirk and Leighton are old friends. Even more coincidental is the fact that Martha Leighton and I are old friends! What a coinky-dink! I know her from my younger days, before I went to Starfleet academy. Yes, Martha and I walked the runways of Paris together as fashion models. She was an old warhorse of the Paris runway when I arrived in the city, just a delicate pony. She was still a young beauty: The fashion world hung from her bone structure like a sequined evening gown on a silk padded wooden hanger. You could have cut apples with those cheek bones. Why they certainly sliced through the competition in their day! I'll never forget her advice to me the first day we met; she said "You have to be hungry to make it in this business." I was never sure if she was talking about ambition or starvation; both serve a model well.<br />
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Well, then it turned out that Leighton had simply told a lie! He's not even working on synthetic food. He's working on edible plastic! (Which would have been easily verifiable if the higher ups at Space Central had just given it a little looky-loo.) Leighton brought us here, off our course, to see the Karidian Company perform Macbeth. At first I thought "Some people are crazy about the theater but this is ridiculous!" That wasn't it at all. Leighton believed that Anton Karidian, the founder of this troupe of actors, was actually Kodos the executioner! I wasn't so sure of that, but I <i>did </i>think the play was going to kill me--not so much from Karidian's own set gnawing. I was more distracted by Lady Macbeth's costume. She practically had a domesticated fowl roosting on her forehead! I kept thinking that thing was going to fly into the audience at any moment. Well, after the play I made my excuses and high-tailed it back to the ship as soon as I could. I didn't feel like listening to Kirk berate Leighton for the walk back to their home. Macbeth was enough drama for me for the evening! <br />
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Kirk was back on the ship not more than an hour after I arrived. He contacted me right away and insisted that I go to this little party the Leightons are having tonight. I tried to make an excuse; I said I was re-basket weaving my hair and that it would take all night but Kirk saw right through that. He knew I'd just done it the week before. I was caught in a lie and then felt obligated to go with him. Something was certainly bothering Kirk. He seemed lost deep in thought on the way to the party. I kept up the conversation and he'd throw in something every now and again. I suggested, in my capacity of cruise director of course, that we might transport a troupe of actors in exchange for performances in our tiny seldom-used ship's theater. I'm not sure he even heard me, but I was just trying to divert him more than anything. <br />
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We had drinks on the veranda in the purple glow of the sunset. Everyone associated with the local arts was there along with all the luminaries in from out of town for the Q-city Theater Festival. I was going in to powder my nose when I saw Kirk talking to a woman with stunning hair. It was piled on the top of her head like golden blond ribbon candy and cascaded down to flip out at the ends. Turns out it was our little Lady Macbeth. I hardly recognized her without a rooster perched upon her brow. I will say even out of costume she has a particular eye for fashion. (Is that how one can put it without being rude?) She was wearing a blue number, garishly garnished with blue silk flowers. It was less of a dress than a drape. In fact, it looked like the seamstress was called away just as she was cutting the skirt and returned without her scissors to finish the job. For all I know she was just sitting in her hotel room having tea and realized she was late for the party, stood up, wrapped the table cloth, centerpiece and all, around her silver shimmery tights and sped away. The sparkly tights were lovely, but I question her choice of sandals with them.<br />
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Kirk obviously took a fancy to this woman as they left together. That was when I realized she must be a follower of Sheikra. On the way out, she covered her head with an exquisite see-through head wrap, the kind the Sheikra's wear especially during Sheikradan. Not to be unkind, but she did look rather like a banshee hooker heading for the entertainment district.<br />
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Poor Kirk took off with our good lady Macbeth and didn't get a hundred yards out before they found Tom's lifeless body. Well, I of course took over at this point. Entertaining in the face of tragedy is an inborn, not a learned skill. Without anyone realizing what was going on, I made sure that everyone was supplied with to-go cups and the party moved without a pause to some nightclub downtown. Everyone thought it was planned and only a rare few of the guests noticed the wailing grief of the hostess as they made their way out. Poor Martha! She wanted to be left alone and so I left Kirk to deal with the authorities and made my way back to the ship. <br />
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Seems that Kirk did hear my advice about bringing a theater troupe on board. As infuriating as Lenore's fashion sense is I'm excited to have them around. Kirk, it seems, is not in need of entertainment. He wants to get to the bottom of Leighton's suspicions about Karidian. Spock came in to Salonbay to see if I knew what was up with Kirk. He said he'd just seen the doctor and that Bones was not helpful at all. I told him what I knew. I told him about Leighton's suspicions and about Lenore's horrible fashion sense. I said, "Mr. Spock. You are a man of Logic, are you not? Well, Lenore's fashion sense is simply not logical." Mr. Spock would never say, but he trusts my intuition, which is something Vulcan's are particularly deficient in. He wanted more. I said "Lenore's fashion is not only misguided, there is something pathological about it." He, of course, raised one eyebrow, but said nothing. We chatted a little while longer. I swear he almost smiled when he found out that I hadn't heard the news about Sulu breaking things off with Riley. I think he heard it from the doctor. I'm not sure who likes gossip more, the doctor or Spock. Needless to say I was heartbroken at the news. They were such a cute couple. <br />
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What a horrible week for Riley! Not only have he and Sulu broken up, but Riley was poisoned! No, not by Uhura's singing but by tetralubisol, a highly poisonous lubricant used on the ship. The doctor thought it must have been a mistake as tetralubisol and milk both look the same (and incidentally are stored in similar containers in the galley. NOTE: make suggestion to captain to store tetralubisol somewhere besides the fridge). I suppose there will be an investigation. At first I thought that Sulu and I would be the main suspects. After all, Sulu and Riley did have a nasty break up and, on the other hand, I'm the one who took Riley the milk and food cubes (they were left over from the party and since it ended with murder I just hated to see all that replicated food go to waste. I thought they might cheer Riley up). Rand certainly thinks Sulu did it and hasn't wasted a moment telling anyone who will listen to her theory. I got an earful myself. She's more broken up by their break up then they are and now she's about to ruin her friendship with Sulu. Anyhoo, I have in confidence from Spock that Riley and Kirk are the only two witness of the massacre on Tarsus IV and that if Karidian is Kodos then it would make sense for him to off them both. That lets both me and Sulu off the hook. I haven't met Karidian. He may indeed be Kodos. But it seems a little too obvious that he'd so blatantly try and kill Kirk and Riley. <br />
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If Riley being poisoned wasn't bad enough, someone set a phaser to overload and hid it in the captain's cabin. Kirk came on the com ordering an evacuation. I was in salonbay so we closed and sealed the doors and fastened everyone in with the contraband seat-belts that I had installed in the salon chairs. We locked our scissors in the drawers of our stations. Thank the gods we had a warning. Rand was in my chair getting a trim at the time and could have been killed or sheared bald without the advanced warning we got. Poor Rand, that child's nerves are fried. I have my suspicions that she's looking for a transfer. She's just so heartbroken over Riley and Sulu's breakup. <br />
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Unfortunately, our little idea of bringing theater to the Enterprise was a bust. The actors were a little miffed at us breaking up their company, not to mention killing their founder. They were, as a result, a little unfriendly to the crew. Crew morale is at an all time low. The play was indeed the thing, the thing that pushed a jumpy crew right over the edge. Riley and Rand have both put in for transfers. I will miss them very much. If we didn't have a wedding coming up to lift everyone's spirits I don't know what we'd do. Mark my word, we desperately need to clock some shore leave hours soon, or we'll have a full blown mutiny on our hands!<br />
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Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-1279513464246782312014-07-29T08:00:00.000-04:002014-07-30T05:04:09.650-04:00Having an Episode: The Managerie Pt. 2<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I was having breakfast in the rec room when Miller, the hair washing boy I was telling you about, came running in to tell me that the transmissions had started again. I left my tray where it was and made a bee-line for salonbay. People were already beginning to gather around the screens. Rebecca Blum, the one who works down in the shuttle bay, was there along with all of the salonbay crew. Funny thing, this Spock court martial hearing is supposed to be closed, but the Talosians are broadcasting images all over the ship. And how nice of them to start with a recap of where we were when we left off last time. They must be powerful beings because they actually started with images of Kirk, Spock and Mendez with a voice over of the captain's log! Yes, right there on the view screens. There was Spock as clear as day--I was a little put of by his bangs. They weren't quite as straight as they should be. One of the new girls cut his bangs last time he came in and she just wasn't up for the job. Why, she taped them right down to his head and proceeded to cut right across. Well, the result was less than perfect. Anyhoo, his hair does have quite a lustrous sheen (Andorian placental rinse).<br />
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So, last we saw, Pike had been taken prisoner. We were on our way to Talos IV, a forbidden planet. Contact with Talos IV is the last offense punishable by death. We are still unsure if we all face the death penalty here or just Spock, but I'm sure someone will clear that up at some point.<br />
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On the screen, we rejoined Pike in a prison cell, actually, more like an enclosure at the zoo. It reminded me of the old style monkey houses, the ones they had at zoos before the apes became hyper-intelligent and threatened to bring down the Statue of Liberty. Well, the Talosians came in and the fabric they were wearing was to die for! It's a metallic fabric made of silver. It catches the light like a dream! The Keeper, the head Talosian, wore another symbol meant to display knowledge of old earth. I believe it is what was once referred to as "bling". I think I can identify this particular artifact of "bling" as something called a Mercedes hood ornament, whatever that may be. Well, their talk went something like this:<br />
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Pike: Hey, what the...<br />
Keeper: See, Humans are dumb. He's just figuring out we are telepathic.<br />
Pike: Why I outta...<br />
Keeper: Now he's gonna put on a show.<br />
Pike: Hey! (He throws himself against the transparency)<br />
Keeper: Let's experiment on it.<br />
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It went something like that. While they were talking on the screen I leaned over to Rebecca (the one from the shuttle deck) and I said of the Talosians "Oh, my God, Becky, look at their butt-heads! They are sooooo big." The Talosians heads look just like butts, butts with pulsing veins. I said, "I can't believe they're just so round, they're like, out there."<br />
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As living beings evolve in intelligence, it seems they often loose their hair. I find this distressing. Surely the loss of hair and hair ornamentation denotes a decline in civilization. Isn't that obvious. The real reason the Talosians need humans is for their hair. Without hair to style, boredom sets in. When beings can no longer tease and trim and ornament a healthy, full head of hair they loose their will to live. That is what happened to these poor beasts! That is what really drove them underground. But I digress. <br />
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Next, we saw the crew back on the ship. There was Dr. Boyce and the younger bushy-browed Spock, the one called Number One with the Lois Lane hairdo, another pert little red-headed girl and two young men- one blond and one brunette. I have no idea what they were talking about, something about weapons. I was too busy looking at the girl's hair and trying to decide if the boys were hot or not.<br />
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Before I could really catch up with the story, we were back with the Talosians. They decided to mentally send Pike to Rigel VII. I recognized the palace right off; they call it the Flamingo Hotel now. Back in Pike's day that part of Rigel VII was overrun with tribes of Kaylar warriors. Since that time, Rigel VII has become a full member of the Federation and the Kaylar have abandoned their warrior ways and opened Casinos! The palace, or rather the Flamingo, looks the same. There's just lots more neon now. <br />
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So, Pike and Vina are at the palace on Rigel VII. I can only assume the Keeper told Vina to really play it big, because she really goes over the top, screaming and flailing her arms. I suppose the Talosians were in a hurry to put them there because they really didn't spend much time on her hair. They braided a ribbon in a hairpiece and hot glued it to a headband. It was passable, but not for a damsel in distress--her hair was certainly in distress! I guess they didn't think Pike would notice that much, but I bet that's why he didn't fall for her right away.<br />
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Pike killed the warrior and suddenly, he and Vina were back in the cage. Now, <i>that </i>was a hair do. Vina looked lovely in the silver dress and the bob.<br />
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Back on the surface the crew beamed down with an old style laser cannon to try and blow open the entrance to the Talosian lair. They were unable to. I saw the problem right away but no one else seemed to notice. You see, laser cannons have a "laser light show" setting and it was pretty obvious from the technicolor blast that they had it set to "firework display" and not "pulverize".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First Talosian Church: Services are a Real Blast</td></tr>
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Now we were back underground with Vina and that handsome Captain Pike. They were going on about the Talosians. There was something about them moving underground. I think they started worshiping an undetonated nuclear warhead or something; I may have gotten that confused with something I saw somewhere else. Truthfully, I couldn't get past their blue eyes. Both Vina and Pike have such lovely eyes. I had a hard time concentrating on anything they said because I was just swimming in those azure pools! <br />
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There was something about breeding and Adam and Eve, and then Vina disappeared, and then Pike was in a burning pit, and, oh yes, at that point Pike learned that Vina was real, and that the Talosians couldn't read through hate. I started to tune things out a little. I flipped through a UFP Hair Today magazine. But then it started to get interesting again.<br />
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There was Vina in a shady clearing in the woods. She and Pike were having a nice little picnic. Now, her hair was the picture of perfection! I was sure the Talosians were trying harder, such lovely blonde locks! Well, then things <i>really </i>got intersting.<br />
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Pike was the owner of a cabaret on the boarder with the Orion Syndicate. I recognized the type of place right away (as you may well know, I spent my youth working as slave labor in the great wig factories of the Orion Syndicate). It was obviously one of those smaller places out in the planetary provinces. Vina was now a green Orion slave girl but not one of the classy ones. Her hair was just a mess; it flowed down her back like run-off from a storm drain. And what was she wearing? Some kind of glitterly lizard skin! Talk about girls Gorn wild. That may appeal to those with a lizard fettish, but it was just a little too much. I suppose that's what some men find titillating.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I will NOT mate with these chicks."</td></tr>
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Before things could get good, we were back in the cage. Vina was there, as wild as the jolly green giantess stepping out of a wind tunnel. But before you could say "boo" the two women from the enterprise were there. Well, it got a little too catty for me from there--I hate seeing ladies fight over men--so I just went back to my magazine. There was a five page spread on the UFP hair show on Andoria that I just got lost in (lots of hair whitening products).<br />
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When I looked back up they had broken out of the cage and were on the surface of the planet. The exchange went something like this:<br />
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Keeper: Hey, now that we got you up to the surface you can start breeding. Don't mind me. <br />
Pike: Send these two back and I'll stay with Vina.<br />
Number One: Oh no you don't. I'll see you in hell first. (She set her phaser to overload.)<br />
Other Talosians: We've gone through their stuff. Wanna know what we found?<br />
Keeper: (mentally incorporating human data and turning to Pike) Oh, You bitches is crazy.<br />
Vina: Sigh. That means you're free to go.<br />
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That was when I noticed Number One's blue nails. Such refinement.<br />
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The ladies were beamed back up to the ship. The Talosians told Pike that Vina was the sole survivor of a crash on their planet and they put her back together the best they could. They showed Pike what Vina really looked like. She was a hot mess, bless her heart. Now really, did they have to go and muss up her hair too? Well, at that point Pike really tucked tail and ran. Men, I swear.<br />
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So they left Talos IV and that was that. All in all it was great entertainment, but I missed the point. I mean really, how is that going to get Spock off?<br />
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But it wasn't over! It seems that Commodore Mendez was never on board. Spock set all this court martial nonsense up just to bring Pike back to Talos IV. Now Pike won't have to spend the rest of his life in a bleeping chair! He and Vina can now breed in their perfect illusory bodies for bus loads of Thalosian school children to watch! Starbase 11 has also contacted us and let Spock (or maybe, all of us) off the hook. None of us will die today! Yipee! What an amazing ruse! I will say it was much better than that mystery dinner theater I went to at the Flamingo on Rigel VII a year ago. Maybe Spock should be the cruise director.<br />
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Howdy doo crew! Here's my cover of Yeah I'm in Love with an Android by that fabulous songster Eric Elbogen of Say Hi to Your Mom (now known simply as Say Hi). This one goes out to Christine Chapel. Sorry about your Fiance. (Special thanks to Eric Elbogen!)</div>
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Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-92014438944591089762013-09-25T12:53:00.001-04:002013-09-25T12:53:29.642-04:00Time Lord Fest, Tampa...Earth<a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/150039261866273/?ref_newsfeed_story_type=regular">Time Lord Fest</a> is coming up on November 9th, in Tampa, Florida...Earth. I hope to see you there!<br />
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<br />Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-38379292768571708472013-07-24T10:54:00.000-04:002014-07-30T14:32:25.582-04:00The Moxie Pod, Episode 11: The Menagerie I <div style="text-align: left;">
Oh Gurl! This court martial nonsense is giving me bad dreams and bad hair! </div>
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Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-4464077874743447572013-07-22T10:30:00.000-04:002013-07-29T10:48:18.189-04:00Having an Episode: The Managerie Pt. 1You're never going to believe what has happened.<br />
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First of all we were sent a message from Captain Pike, he's that dashing former captain of the Enterprise as you well know. Well, he said it was very urgent so we, of course, dropped everything. We were actually just out patrolling, after all, hoping to run into some kind of planetary system with life, so it was really no problem to turn around. Well, when I heard where we were going I just about wet myself--Starbase 11! I just adore Starbase 11. First of all, I photograph very well in front of polished chrome and purple skies. But more importantly, not only is there is a Korean Super Beauty Mart on Starbase 11 but they have the best sushi outside of earth of course! There's this little place called Zero G Roller Disco and Sushi Palace. It is, hands down, one of a kind. So, I got some of the girls together and immediately pulled some strings for a landing pass. Jimmy, Captain Kirk, said I can go down right away with the supply team but the girls would have to wait until we knew more about what was going on. Fine. So I told the girls that they should be able to meet up with me later and if not we could go tomorrow because I was sure we'd be in port for a few days.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Piper: a bag of rocks in a red dress</td></tr>
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I ran into Kirk, Spock and McCoy in the transporter room. They were off to see Commodore Mendez. They called down earlier and Mendez said he would send Miss Piper to meet them when they arrive. We all laughed about that one. They'll be lucky if she finds her way out of the office. I swear, she can't even use the automatic doors! I met her a few times on Starbase 11, I've even done her hair, and let me just say that nepotism is alive and well in Starfleet, if you know what I mean. How else could you expalin it?<br />
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Well, as soon as I entered the Beauty Mart, I got a call saying I was needed back on board. They couldn't tell me anything specific only that I had to return immediately. They couldn't beam me out of the Beauty Mart. Everyone knows that Korean beauty supply stores are transporter shielded. Now, you see, we, in general, don't use money in the future. However, no one bothered to tell the owners of Korean beauty supply stores that and so they insist on the old fashioned system of payment for goods or services. Thus the shield. It didn't take them long to realize that people were just beaming in, grabbing hair tracks, weave and Styrofoam heads and "Poof" beaming back out. Anyhoo, you've never seen anyone run through a store so quickly. I was snatching up piles of human hair, Vulcan hair, Andorian hair--yes, yes, these can be replicated but the real stuff can't be matched. I actually got out of the store in less than ten minutes (and that, my friends is how to snatch a weave, Moxie style). I ran out and past the transporter shield and had the transporter crew beam me right up.<br />
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So, I got back to the ship and what was the big emergency. Well, there sat Captain Pike. He was in a box, granted a nice streamlined box, but a box none the less. At first I thought it was vintage Galactic Empire Imperial Senate. I'm very good at identifying these things. There were a couple of tip offs that is was a knock off. I bet it's part of that Scoot-A-Round line of chairs made on the planet Skaro. I had a bio-lab internship on Skaro right out of Starfleet Academy--top secret security clearance. I was a lab assistant for a scientist named Davros who was working on some revolutionary genetic experiments. I recognized the chair because Davros used to tool around in one himself but his had a little more decoration, big silver orbs if I recall correctly. We used to laugh so hard; he was always such a jovial man, never without a smile. He fell head over heels for me and I just didn't think of him that way, so I thought it best to request a transfer. Well, he apparently went off the deep end after that--became a real ass. I wonder what became of him? Oh, but I digress.<br />
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So there sat Pike and I saw immediately why I'd been called back: his hair was screaming red alert. Well, there's really no communicating with Chris Pike anymore. They had this system set up for him where he can beep to answer yes or no questions. Of course the first thing I suggested is that we get Mr. Spock to mind meld with him. I swear, you would have thought I was speaking Klingonese the way everyone looked at me. I just didn't push it. So I asked him, "Chris, What do you want us to do with that hair?" Well, he gave me quite a look and I'd realized what I'd done so I rephrased the question. "Would you like a little color in that hair of yours."<br />
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He beeped and I just couldn't remember how many beeps was yes and how many was no. I got Spock on the com and he straightened me out. Well, when Pike heard Spock's voice he just started beeping. "Beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep." Which I translated, with my new knowledge, as "No, no, no." Well, I had no idea what that was about. I thought I'd better makes some excuse and let him calm down, so I told him I was going to go and get some hair dye ready.<br />
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Well, before I got to salonbay all hell had broken loose. The ship is now locked on course. We've plucked Jim and Commodore Mendez out of a shuttle. Spock is under arrest. Seems we're off to Talos IV. That's not good, not good at all. There is a sushi roller disco heaven that is going to be missing an angel tonight.<br />
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Well, everything is on autopilot so no one has anything to do. Jim, Scotty, Bones and Mendez are all at the hearing for Mr. Spock. You're not going to believe this, dear cosmelog, but Spock mutinied! He stole the ship and set it on a unalterable course to Talos IV. Well, it would be funny, but visiting Talos IV is the only crime still punishable by death so we're all unclear if that applies just to Mr. Spock or if we should all get our affairs in order. <br />
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You remember how I told you in my previous blog about making Spock our tenth for poker night? Well, I think Spock has just taken the whole thing a little bit too seriously. He has really been working on his bluffing skills. First he had to get past telling everyone that he was bluffing. He'd say "I will see you're bet Captain, and I will raise it 10 credits. However, I am bluffing." He lost everything the first few games. Now he's doing quite well. He's even gotten past raising his eyebrow whenever he gets good cards. Anyhoo, I think this whole bluffing thing and "Vulcans don't bluff" thing has just driven him off the deep end. Who knows what he's up to.<br />
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Well, anyway, everyone is bored to tears. Spabay is booked solid. Salon bay is dead, no one seems to need a hair cut because we've already given everyone one. Everyone is just about tumbled out at the gym. Why, if I have to play another game of Three-dimensional Monopoly or Pan-dimensional Life I will beam myself into the void of space!<br />
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I was sitting around salonbay with the girls and all the screens on the ship started showing footage of Captain Pike and the old crew of the Enterprise when they went to Talos IV back in the old days. Seems it's somehow part of Spock's Trial. For a Vulcan, that little man is so dramatic. I don't know how he put this together, but we are all glued to the screen. I ordered salonbay closed and immediately, in my position as cruise director, ordered that we all go to the rec rooms, replicate some popcorn and enjoy the show.<br />
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Well, I'm not so good at telling stories but this is the story so far as we can tell from the transmissions: Thirteen years ago Pike was captain of the Enterprise. He was such a handsome fellow. Those sky blue eyes and that dark hair. He was simply dashing. Well they were going somewhere, I didn't get that. I was too busy looking at his first officer's hair. It's the style we used to call the Lois Lane, very popular over a decade ago. The other thing I kept focusing on was Mr. Spock's brows. I'm so glad he finally let me convince him that they needed regular waxing. "It's not logical. It's not logical." I finally said "How's this for logic: IF you want your Vulcan bangs trimmed THEN you're going to have to let me do something about that V shaped unibrow." I wouldn't let any of my girls go near him with their scissors until he agreed.<br />
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Then there was a part where good old Dr. Boise was talking to Chris. He said. "I'm a Doctor AND a bartender. I prescribe hard liquor." We all had a good laugh at that one. And then Chris was all like, "Doctor, Doctor, I just can't do this anymore. I want to ride horses or sell slaves or whatnot." Boise was like, "No way" or something. I got a little lost in the clothes. I had forgotten all about the mechanic jump suits doctors used to wear. The old uniforms just weren't as class as the new. Without a doubt the new red, blue and gold uniforms will be around for centuries to come. Seriously, does the mini skirt EVER go out of style?<br />
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Let's see where was I. Oh, the story. So, they sent a landing party down to Talos IV. There was like a geriatric outpost there, or a retirement ship of some kind had crashed there, or something. I know it had to do with a bunch of old men, stranded. So, they beamed down. They had these nice little jackets on, a bit bulky, but maybe Starfleet should think about bringing back the jacket. Those uniforms did make it a little more difficult to identify members of your landing party though. I mean nothing says "Security! Here I am! Use me as a human shield!" like a red shirt.<br />
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So anyway, mixed in with all the oldies was this young woman, Vina. Well, she obviously knew something about cast-away fashion. She had tailored one of men's shirts to fit her perfectly. Her hair had that teased, perfectly fixed, space vixen look. She had some how managed to find eye make-up in the rubble of that old space wreck, probably just soot left from the fire, and lipstick, probably animal fat mixed with berries or the blood of some local fauna thickened with goose fat. I don't know if they had goose fat, but it sure does stay on your lips; well, as long as you don't lick them; goos fat does taste real good; if you like that sort of thing. Anyhoo, she looked stunning! But the piece de resistance was her skirt. It reminded me of that little number that salt vampire wore, you know the one, the viney thing. Well, Vina must have natural talent for fashion or one of those old men in that party must have some wicked macrame skills because the dress was smashing! SMASHING!<br />
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Well, before you know it Vina and the Oldies just up and disappeared and these big headed bald people came out and abducted Pike. Took him right into this cave elevator. We were all surprised by that turn of events. Here we were watching a space rescue and out of nowhere these heads appear!<br />
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These big veiny headed folks, it seems, are the Talosians. Yes, an advanced race of beings who have amazing mind powers and wear lovely silvery robes, such simple tastes--and that was it. Not so much as a "until next time". That-was-it. Hopefully they'll pick back up tomorrow, but I've got one of the boys who does shampoos keeping an eye on the view screens. He's supposed to hail me at the first sign of an image so we can finish watching! I'll catch you up when we know more!<br />
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...Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-54138927759843144192013-06-16T15:43:00.000-04:002013-06-16T15:43:05.512-04:00My Timegate 2013 Performance!The folks who put together Timegate always have an AMAZING Cabaret to raise money for charity and I'm so lucky to be included among the talent. This year I performed a Dr Who themed Gilbert and Sullivan patter song for the crowd. In addition to that, it was Towel Day so I got to put the word out about my favorite holiday as the INTERGALACTIC TOWEL DAY AMBASSADOR!<br />
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The <a href="http://kenspivey.com/">Ken Spivey Band</a> opened the show and of course, as always, they brought bananas to the party to throw into the audience. The second act was Colin Baker, the Sixth Doctor himself, and he read a wonderful poem he had written. I followed him onto the stage. As I noted in my act that is the perfect placement in the set: one, you want an audience loaded with throwable fruit, and two, you want to go on right after the headliner. I've always wondered what it would have been like to be on the Ed Sullivan Show that night the Beatles were guests, now I know.<br />
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Moxie Anne Magnushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09308441284232804074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1957838862981739868.post-46700691185612619932013-05-29T01:19:00.002-04:002013-05-29T02:00:42.885-04:00Happy 50th Doctor WhoHere's a little video of a song I like to call "Love Letter to Doctor Who". You see, I too am a traveler in time and space. Doctor who has two big hearts and I have two big...well, I have a heart that is too big, overflowing with my love of humanity and hair dressing. It's true.<br />
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