Heh, I thought I was the only one who finally gave up on Enterprise right after Trip got his Vulcan Erotic Headache Massage.
I was already considering it, but that was the last straw.
Do you mean his day dream?
Heh, I thought I was the only one who finally gave up on Enterprise right after Trip got his Vulcan Erotic Headache Massage.
I was already considering it, but that was the last straw.
All they've (Trip and T'Pol) had for a long time was this one night stand.The only thing wrong with the Vulcan erotic massage is that it did not lead to a lifetime torrid affair/beautiful romance. Instead it lead to Star Trek's usual stunted fumble at a sexy story. They can only give us a deep and satisfying relationship in E2, just like they can only give us (cliched) gay action in the MU. Those people weren't the REAL Star Trek, sure it takes place in an alternate timeline/universe but on the REAL Star Trek we reroute all that stuff through the deflector dish and amplify the tachyon neural interphase transceiver until we get what what the viewers of the REAL Star Trek actually want.
You did? Where?I saw their kid from the future.
Not a fan.
Best to keep their bits separated.
E² silly.
David Andrews as Lorian.
Too bad...You could've gotten superpowers. Teacake transforms into-The MOTH! Behold your fabulous Moth powers! Huh...sprinkling moth powder on internet evil doers.Yesterday morning I was having a perfect cup of coffee when a moth fell into it. I fished out the moth and was going to keep drinking it because that's how I roll when I saw a layer of MOTH POWDER on the surface of the coffee. Within a moment of seeing the moth powder it sank into the depths. And if I hadn't looked at it right then I would never have known there was moth powder and I had a stupid debate with myself about whether I should drink it or not. In the end I was like, how much moth powder have you drunk without ever knowing? And I felt it was silly to even be thinking about not drinking moth powder.
This is all like, a vast metaphor.
Yesterday morning I was having a perfect cup of coffee when a moth fell into it. I fished out the moth and was going to keep drinking it because that's how I roll when I saw a layer of MOTH POWDER on the surface of the coffee. Within a moment of seeing the moth powder it sank into the depths. And if I hadn't looked at it right then I would never have known there was moth powder and I had a stupid debate with myself about whether I should drink it or not. In the end I was like, how much moth powder have you drunk without ever knowing? And I felt it was silly to even be thinking about not drinking moth powder.
This is all like, a vast metaphor.
I was going to say exactly the same thing.
Nocturnal entomological munchies.
20 seconds of googling told me that that is urban myth bullshit.
So I chose another tack.
Yesterday morning I was having a perfect cup of coffee when a moth fell into it.
If not, then "we eat spiders in our sleep" is a globally entrenched myth.
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