I wouldn’t be at all suprised if we crossed paths back in the day. Some time in the 90s (can’t remember when) I went to a Creation con at Dearborn and gave blood at a Klingon-sponsored blood drive. And I know I attended another con years later when Marina Sirtis was there, but I can’t remember if Michael Dorn was at that one.
Was Bill Shatner the GOH? And I think Armin Shimermin was at the one as well, not sure. Anyways, I couldn’t give blood, but my-then-fiance did - we even were on the TV news in the background for a few seconds!
I was at one of the cons when he was there, but I think it was after the 90s. I can’t quite remember, I went to quite a few of the Dearborn events. Some of them were when I was a member of the local Trek fan club U.S.S. Intrepid, and we volunteered with them. I wound up working security at a couple of them, which was fun… except for the year the air conditioning broke. I got heatsick that time.
Awesome!
No doubt we did cross paths, just didn’t know it - and why would we, LOL?
Oh, I was Kira Dretzai-Brok, btw.
didn’t want their customers to have to spend money retraining the giraffe pilots
This is not interesting. This is nightmare inducing.
What??? This is SO disturbing. Bees in her freaking EYES???
GRAVEYARD BEES!!
Yes, Discourse. Complete sentence.
Ah, reminds me of the time I rode Texas to California on my bicycle, and stopped for a Coke somewhere before Marfa. I thought I was keeping a sharp eye on the sugar bees, but one managed to get into the can. If I hadn’t felt it on my tongue, I likely would have swallowed it.
Sounds like a good story.
Once I got a ladybug down my shirt.
That was bad.
Once, as a 14-year-old, sitting at the table eating breakfast with my 12-year-old brother, I looked down to see the entire bottom hem of my nightgown covered in ants, with quite a few crawling upward. I tore that nightgown off so fast – totally naked underneath – in a display of sheer panic overwhelming enough to negate any sense of modesty.
I learned as an adult that he used that moment of distress as fodder for sexual stories he told his friends for years.
So, basically, it’s all nightmare fuel for me.
I was stung on the back by a wasp in the shower a few years ago. I thought it was one of those tiny red dots on my skin that occasionally sting when they first appear (hemangioma?). A bit more painful. Youch.
Fortunately not allergic.
Brutalism, ecch. Uglyism more like.
There’s some nasty parallax at the beginning of the new Star Wars trailer. But now to ill-grounded speculation:
Dark Empire is back!
The Emperor died-- but he had clones-- and has been reborn.