Stardate: 916201.5
Personal Journal
I don't know if I can go on. My crew desperately needs me. But this new...er... stuff. Is destroying what morale I have left.
Benary... Be-NI-ry... no that's not right... Binary. A series of bleeps and bloops, ones and zeros, ons and offs. Since when did 1000 stand for the number 8.
"Paco! You'll never believe how torturous it is." Paco, my trusty assistant looks at me with the "I've heard this a thousand times" look.
I've lost all the power to the mainframe. So, in order to survive I'll need to divert power from the cappuccino machine to stay alive. The sacrifices we make.
The ramblings of this ancient tape is....isss....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
The Week of 9-6-2015
Stardate: 96201.5
Captain's Log
My ship, badly damaged, is floating here in a space where man no longer voyages. I'm alone. My crew brutally bored to death by my space shanties, has selfishly left me to fend for myself. All I have to comfort me is Highland Folk Music and the every repetitious movie.... Good Burger.
I'm so hungry. It's been nearly 11 minutes since I've last eaten. Food may, at this rate, last me about 2 years. I have to get out of here. But I digress.
My name is Mr. Doctor Professor Alan, captain of this rusty tin can. If you look at the stereotypical space crew, I was the handsome one. I must repair and understand these computers. Through these ancient DvDs of Computer Sciences Portal I shall learn how to save my hide and bring my crew back to home. I shall do it with a pip in my step and a song in my heart..........
"AND I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU-U-U-U!"
Captain's Log
My ship, badly damaged, is floating here in a space where man no longer voyages. I'm alone. My crew brutally bored to death by my space shanties, has selfishly left me to fend for myself. All I have to comfort me is Highland Folk Music and the every repetitious movie.... Good Burger.
I'm so hungry. It's been nearly 11 minutes since I've last eaten. Food may, at this rate, last me about 2 years. I have to get out of here. But I digress.
My name is Mr. Doctor Professor Alan, captain of this rusty tin can. If you look at the stereotypical space crew, I was the handsome one. I must repair and understand these computers. Through these ancient DvDs of Computer Sciences Portal I shall learn how to save my hide and bring my crew back to home. I shall do it with a pip in my step and a song in my heart..........
"AND I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU-U-U-U!"
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