Day 12: I believe it was Cicero who once declared, Ita erat quando hic adveni. And I could say that again here, wholeheartedly, albeit with my fingers crossed behind my back.
Yesterday, on my twelfth day without television, Data and Geordi finished converting my microwave into a holodeck. The results were amazing: there, inside the microwave, rotated a fully three-dimensional cup of instant noodles.
The celebrations were short-lived, however: tragically, as Geordi was attempting to interact with the cup simulation, his head burst into flames. Data’s tricorder revealed that the holographic emitters were generating massive amounts of microwave radiation.
Specifically, what Data said was, “Curious. It appears that— AAAAA!! Turn it off!! Turn it—” And then he exploded in a shower of sparks.
Funeral services for Geordi and Data will be held this afternoon at the dumpster in the alley. Be it known that they lost their socks in the line of duty.
I wonder what the Buffy-sock is up to these days? Maybe I’ll give her a call.
Disclaimer: This does not mean that I’m blogging again. I just had this one more thing to say. :)