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- January 26th, 2009
I had a dream that I was a member of sort of strange Star Trekky crew on some sort of away mission. I ended up flirting with an attractive young engineer (who I believe was supposed to be Romulan, but she didn't really look it), rattling off engineering anecdotes of my own and eventually securing her e-mail address. Upon debriefing, I was awarded the informal "Silver Retard" award for conspicuously inappropriate behavior. In my defense, I stood up and said "Because the Romulans use a tetrion-based communication system, it's impossible to randomly derive a network address. Worst comes to worst, we have a working address to study -- in the best case, we now have a knowledgeable inside source*." A hubbub arose. "Physics, people. Physics!"
* Knowing full well that I'd made that up off the top of my head. It was very "Galaxy Quest" -- if it sounded like it might work, it did. There were musings on technobabble mechanics in SF RPGs.