Greetings

So this is what a Star Trek fan club is like. Neat-o. I've attended a total of two meetings to date, and I don't know what to really say. Anyway, the USS Farpoint is a nice group of people.

Or should I say it was nice until I read the part in the Farpoint Constitution about courts-martial, or until our Captain threatened all of us with disembowelment if we didn't shut up. Well, maybe not disembowelment, but her look could have stopped a carnivorous renegade, mutant, sixteen foot, thousand pound Denebian Slime Devil. Uhh, well, actually, it might have stopped a mad, enraged Klingon. Alright, would you believe a Mugato? No? Uh, maybe a killer tribble? Well, whatever it would of stopped, it stopped us. (And I was only quoting the time to the second, just as Mr. Spock taught me to at the Academy...)

I'm not saying that she wasn't right, I'm just saying...what am I saying, anyway? Ah, forget it. I don't even know if you're ever going to see something like this again- I work in Engineering, and accidents have been known to happen. After all, I might still be gobbled up by the Quantum Power Field Warp Flux Energizing Capacitor Reactor, or fried to a crisp by the Energy Augmenting Dilithium Filter Regulator. Especially, if I keep writing stuff like this; which makes no sense whatsoever. (Oh God, I can see it now. A messy transporter accident. Or a Killer Tribble dispatched to dispatch me. Hmmmm. I think I prefer the transporter accident.)

Oh well, I guess I'd better stop before something really bad happens. Like the superior officers (which means all of you) gang up on the Cadet (which means all of me) and demonstrate the power of combined phaser fire on my molecular structure. Or, better yet, maybe Hand to Hand combat in the form of Tae Kwon Leap. And for those of you who don't know the group called the Frantics, I'll give you the quote I'm thinking of...

"Now, you shall know the meaning of Tae Kwon Leap...Boot to the head!"
THHHHHHHHHHUNK!! OUCH!! ARRRUGH!!

"Would Dr. McCoy please report to Sickbay? We've got another one. The guy was sniffing the Tri-ox again. Then tried playing hockey on the Holodeck with a Killer Tribble."

Holy Great Bird of the Galaxy, Batman! Why do I keep making a fool out of myself like this?

Second Disclaimer: I told you so. Hehehe...