TNG Caption This! #390: All work and no play...

[LeadHead]

Hello, everyone! It's time for a new contest!

First up to the plate, we have the "Shaka, when the shields fell" Award, going to:

DATHON: Picard, his surrender accepted.

DATA: It seems your reputation has preceded you, Captain.

Next, we have the "National Novel Writing Month" Award, going to:

Geordi: What's this, a story someone's working on? ....something about a boy wonder trying to save a starship from the daily screwups of the chief engin- HEY! WESLEY CRUSHER!
Wesley, OS: Dammit, NaNoWriMo!

Next, we have the "Proper Entrance" Award, going to:

Riker: Worf, halt! There's a doorbell. Maybe we should try that first.

Worf: Ringing a doorbell is without honor.

Next, we have the "Unnecessary Products" Award, going to:

Data: "If I may pose a question, Mrs. O'Brien, since all of our food is replicated as needed, why would we even need air-tight, resealable, plastic containers to keep it fresh?"

Next, we have the "Quick Fix" Award, going to:

PICARD: Well. This conflict has been going on for centuries. I'm sure we can come to a solution some time in the next week.

A Special Award, for my failure to type properly in Thread titles:

Data: Sir, the Tamarians are demanding to know what has happened to caption contest #388.

Dathon: LeadHead, his caption skipped. Shaka, when the forums fell!

Our Photoshop Award, goes to:

Geordi: "Okay, this is different."

Captain's Log: I have reservations about which crew member I've selected for the tambourine solo

Geordi: Alice? Interesting name…

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congratulations to our winners!

I hope everyone has had a good start to December! As we get closer to the holidays, I'm hoping to do some special Awards in the style of the Klingon Belly Laugh and Jean-Luc's Favorite Log Entry Awards. Since I'm worthless with Photoshop, I'm sending out the word to the creative genius' who manage to wow so often with their skills. If you want to create an image for a special award, please PM it to me. If not, simply as always enjoy the contests and have a great holiday season!

And now, a new contest!

Thanks to Hutchy01 for the above photo! ^ A few weeks back, he sent me this photo for the contests. Just FYI, that's always an option, if there's a photo you really think would be a good one for the contest, please feel free to send it along to me via PM!

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Q: What's so funny?

Riker: You demoted yourself from Admiral to Commander to try to talk to me on my level? That's silly!

Picard: Of course Daimon Tar, we will gladly sacrifice the lives of our First Officer and Chief of Security in accordance with Ferengi traditions.

Worf: Worf to Counselor Troi. You have been labeled a security risk by the Ambassador of Chocolate IV.

Picard: (reading PADD) What? The TrekBBS thinks I always surrender?!

Worf: Admiral, you have already posted that exact same status update on Spacebook 3 times in the last hour.

 

[shivkala]

Thanks for the win, Leadhead!

This is exactly how I picture Leadhead when he reads my captions.

Picard: Captain's Log--My plan fell through. It was, sadly, too late by the time we learned that Data thought I meant Wesley when I told him to put a camera in "Crusher's" shower to do anything about it. Some things, once seen, can never be unseen.

Troi: I'm sensing some sort of field of force.

Worf: Even possessed, she's still pretty useless.

Picard: (reading PADD) Dear Jean-Luc, we refuse to attend any more meetings until you put on some pants. Signed, Commander William T. Riker, Lt. Commander Data, Lt. Commander Geordi LaForge, Lt. Worf, Chief Petty Officer Miles E. O'Brien, and Guinan.

Dr. Crusher: Yoo-hoo, Captain, I'm at the other end of the table. If you noticed, I didn't sign...

Jameson: Why, in my day, we didn't have these fancy consoles. And I had to walk three miles uphill, both ways, in the snow to reach the bridge!

http://www.trekbbs.com//www.pinterest.com/pin/create/extension/

 

[Armored Saint]

JAMESON: Does it explode easily?
WORF: It only needs a little disruptor shot to kill the poor nameless ensign who's there.
JAMESON: Excellent!

WORF: I believed being eighty-five wasn't that old in the 24th century, sir.
JAMESON: I used to be a rockstar, Lieutenant.

WORF: I believed being eighty-five wasn't that old in the 24th century, sir.
JAMESON: Woops! I meant 185! Damn, this Klingon is ruining my scooby-doo plan.

Computer: Admiral Jameson's log, stardate 23859.7, we received a distress call from the Klingon colony on Camp Khitomer. Those Klingon bastards can die. I'll send the farthest ship avalaible.

Computer: Affirmative, the Admiral's chair is indeed made from an old McDonald's seat.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Riker had to laugh when he realized just how smutty this picture's captions would get.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Picard: "Mr. Worf, arm a full spread pf photon torpedos and prepare to fire on my mark."

Worf: "Yes, sir!"

Picard: "Mr. Laforge, prepare to jump to warp nine after Mr. Worf fires."

Geordi: "Aye, sir."

Picard: "Number one, pulls your hands out and smell them."

Riker: "Yes, sir," FFFIIIUUUMMM, "Hey, wait a second!"

Picard: "Always remember how I made you do that, second in command."

 

[Hutchy01]

Q: Stop doing that and put IT away ... you'll be married to her in a few years anyway ...

 

[Nerys Myk]

IRONSIDE: Mark, get Ed and Eve up here. We may have solved this case! *

RIKER: Imazadi!!!!! IMZADI!!!!!!!

PICARD: I guess the meeting is at 0800. Computer, cancel the reprimand to the senior staff.

PICARD: Out of deodorant again, Number One?

* Todays joke for old people

 

[Rat Boy]

Picard: "Number One, stop channeling your inner Molly Shannon!"

It was when this photo of him started circulating the Enterprise's computer with an astounding number of Photoshops of pacifiers and baby bottles that Riker finally decided to grow a beard.

Picard: "I know, I'll Photoshop a baby bottle right...here..."

Jameson: "Seriously, does anyone on this ship have any respect for your captain and first officer? Look at all these Photoshops!"

 

[JirinPanthosa]

Q: Riker, shouldn't you be getting back to your ship now? You know, to see how your friends react to your Q powers and such.
RIKER: Hold on, I found a REALLY good use for them!
Q: Oh. Erm. Okay, I'll give you some time to yourself then.

WORF: Commander, what are you doing?
RIKER: When I get nervous I like to stick my hands in my armpits and...smell 'em, like that.

TROI: They put up a forcefield!
DATA: It's okay. All forcefields on this ship are easy to short out by pulling out the wires in the walls inside the forcefield.
TROI: Oh, right.

PICARD: Hey, that post is uncalled for. I'm not arrogant, I'm PRINCIPLED. I guess I can tell the difference because I'm just a little more evolved than other people.

WORF: So where did you get this fountain of youth drug? It seems like something that if it existed, everybody would be taking it in small controlled doses.
ADMIRAL: Umm, there was only one vendor in the universe. And he goes to another school, he doesn't take his phone with him. Yeah, that's it.

 

[Hutchy01]

It was when this photo of him started circulating the Enterprise's computer with an astounding number of Photoshops of pacifiers and baby bottles that Riker finally decided to grow a beard.

The Photoshops could be worse ... Everyone knows Rule 34 of Starfleet!

 

[Nerys Myk]

TROI: Oh wow man! It's like sparkles.

DATA:The psychotropic effects of chocolate on the Betazoid brain are fascinating, Chief O'Brien.

 

[shivkala]

Jameson: You are right, Lt., my chair does look very similar to this one that the Captain's ancestor used when he ran a school for gifted youngsters.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

TFTW, LeadHead!

Jamison: "Blinky lights! Nothing but goddamn blinky lights! In my day, we had honest to God buttons and switches and gauges!"

 

[Finn]

Thanks for the win

Q: (OS) What if I told you that you would remain a commander and Picard's first officer for the next 15 years?

 

[Mojochi]

Thanks for the pick

Riker: HA! Remember that time Data grew that beard?!?! Oh man that was hilarious. Beards are so stupid

Picard: Are those ambassadors from Angel One undressing us with their eyes?

Every once in a while, Q would trip a red alert just so he could sneak a grope in

Captain's Log: Apparently, due to lack of participation, Captain Picard Day is being cancelled this year.... *whimper*

Jameson: In my day, Sonny, the Yeomen didn't get in the way nearly as much, & when they did, it was far less of an eyesore

 

[Rat Boy]

Jonathan Frakes finds out Twitter's pulling for him to direct the next movie.

 

[Smellincoffee]

Thanks for the win!

Jameson: Where d'you stick your tapes?

Q: Yes, yes, nice 'evil laugh'. But being Q isn't all about chaos and good times, you know.

Enterprise Computer: STOP!
in the naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame of love
Data: This is most irregular.
O'Brien: Aye, sir. I had that set to say, 'STOP! Hammer Time'. Someone's been tampering with our system!

Picard, looking up: Oh! Meeting...dismissed. Computer, time.
Computer: The time is 2232 hours.
Picard: Meeting dismissd...four hours ago. Beverly was right when she warned these things were addictive.

 

[bolak]

PICARD: Now what's this? 'Enter password for w_t_riker@starfleet.com'... hmm. iluvshelby? meandtroi? Qsucks? PicardRulez?

RIKER: ...but by then I had changed my password to PicardSucks!

 

[tharpdevenport]

Due to Google, you unfortunately cannot see what is going just below screen on planet Lewinsky.