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Today's Track: Camptown Races

Well, apparently we can clone horses.
That being the case, why are we powerless to prevent tragedies such as this?

You Keep That Up, You'll Go Blind

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Potentially unhealthy musings on the Star Trek universe


As may be painfully obvious, I am a devoted Trekkie. Yes, I said Trekkie, not Trekker. And yes, there is a difference.
To continue:
Star Trek, as you may know if you've come into direct contact with hardcore fans--which, by the way, you should never do without mutual consent and adequate protection--is great food for thought. At least, that is, in the sense that it serves as the perfect catalyst for hours of pointless intellectual masturbation.

-Insert Lonely Trekkie/Lt. Uhura joke here--

Presented here in no particular order, and with no justification whatsoever, are a number of notions I have pondered through long summer afternoons.

***Warning: This Pondering Has Been Deemed Unsafe. Do Not Attempt Unless Supervised By A Trained Professional And An Alcoholic Beverage***

• Even taking for granted that Starfleet has universal translation technology to make communication with other races possible, why do the aliens' mouths always move as though they were speaking English?
  
• Warp propulsion, matter transference, nutrient synthesis, even devices whose function is to blantantly flout the laws of classical mechanics. All these things are accomplished with grace and style in the Trek universe. And yet fashion, at least on earth, has ground to a screeching halt...
  
• With everyone being thrown about so impressively during battles and the like, why were there no seatbelts on bridge station seating?
  
• You know what you never see on Star Trek? A square-dance.
  
• The pornography selection, I imagine, must be vastly superior to today's.
  
• In their continuing quest for total perfection, the Borg wish to assimilate humanity. This strikes me as a counterproductive thing to do...
  

...a so on.

Imagine that...

...I still have a blog. Will wonders never cease?