What if the holographic doctor was on TNG instead?

[Guy Gardener]

They're Star Fleet Officers, they've all had space training and survival training.

They know how to shit in the woods.

HA!

Were they cutting off their hair too to clean their Hershey's Highways?

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

Sailors used to use rope. Braided hair could do the same.

 

[Guy Gardener]

I imagine that this rope was hauled through the water, for a couple hours and then it was good to go again? The ship would hardly function if they didn't recycle all their rope, and a functioning laundry is not something I imagine I'd see on a 17th century sailing ship.

Everyone is going to be bald before they figure out how to wash poop ropes and clothes as well as the savages in thatched huts.

Sounds like an economy.

Superior hunting yield in exchange for domestic services.

Which is fine for a generation until they start interbreeding, and knowledge is smoothed out evenly among the next generation of Basicworlders.

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

The rope hung down into the ocean and was continually being washed by movement, you hauled it up on the dunny to use it.

I went on an old ship tour once and all this stuff was revealed to me.

On the Sea Shepherd they wash their clothes by putting them in nets and dragging them behind the ship.

 

[Guy Gardener]

That makes perfect sense.

A new washer/drier costs twice as much as a one person sail boat.

More importantly, oh so long ago, imagine how easy it would have been to (figuratively) our kids to do the washing, if all that entailed was just taking the boat out on a Saturday morning?

(You thinking about Mr Toad?)

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

I love the feeling of ocean drying on my skin so this is all good. Not that anyone else agrees with me about the ocean part.

 

[Guy Gardener]

"I don't drink water, fish make love in it."

W.C. Fields.

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

Best excuse for whiskey ever.

 

[Guy Gardener]

Only alcoholics need excuses.

 

[BeatleJWOL]

okay, i'll say it

this is now a shitty thread


you asked for it.

 

[Guy Gardener]

Take a look around, it's a shitty forum.

I think I need a support group.

Fecalpheliacs Anonymous probably.

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

^That is waaaaay TMI

 

[Guy Gardener]

I was going to ask you to be my sponsor.

Silly me.

I just took it for granted you were already a member.

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

I have a theory about why some people have a poo fascination which I will spoiler before someone gets upset.

Spoiler: THIS SUBJECT THAT DOES NOT BELONG HERE DON'T READ IT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THANKS

The thing with poo is it is always a surprise, every single time it comes out different and there are all kinds of fascinating variations possible. It's like opening a lucky dip every single day and that gives the brain a bit of a thrill, a tiny jolt of anticipatory excitement. For some people the innate instinctual disgust that kept the cave men and their caves hygienic has long since been replaced with the lucky dip.

ALSO Picard would have had even less tolerance for the EMH than Janeway did in the beginning because at the end of the day Janeway is a rescuer and mentor and Picard is simply a diplomat.

 

[2takesfrakes]

... Picard would have had even less tolerance for the EMH than Janeway did in the beginning because at the end of the day Janeway is a rescuer and mentor and Picard is simply a diplomat.

teacake, you really have been away from TNG, haven't you? This is not what Picard would've been like, at all. In fact, the beautiful & memorable Ensign Ro was herself a benefactor of Jean-Luc's special brand of rescuing. When he discovered her, he reached out - With a Wounded Hand - took her under his wing, and made her a Bridge Officer on the Enterprise. That ... that's the Jean-Luc Picard I know.

 

[TEACAKE'S PLEATHER DOME]

That's because he wanted to mentor her into the Starfleet way. He knew she was a lost soul in need of a group to call home. That's what cultists do, they pick on the most vulnerable.

 

[2takesfrakes]

 

[Guy Gardener]

I imagine them sitting down to dinner, taking turns rubbing each others scalp.