Caption Winner--Gratz Warrior Sister!

Spock: "I--I'm sorry, Leonard. I really thought this was how a mint julep was supposed to look."

Caption Contest! (Yeah--Finally!)

Ok--I've been neglecting this blog for over a week. I do have an excuse! A good one! But I won't bore you with it now, lol. Instead, I'll present this classic picture. We've captioned The Tholian Web before, but not, if memory serves, this shot:

Caption Winner~Gratz Womanwarrior!

Great entries all around--every single one got me giggling! But this one clinched it for me:

A portable nutcracker? Are you sure that's what Harry Mudd said, Spock?

Caption Contest!

Hehe . . . this should be fun!

Caption Winner~Gratz Julianna!

McCoy: Spock, get your skinny green ass out here. You can't look any worse than the rest of us. ...Legolas?

Caption Contest!

Ok, I had to do this at some point. And, since I spent part of my vacation watching a Lord of the Rings marathon, now is as good a time as any. For this week's caption, I present to you Bones--er, that is, Karl Urban--as Éomer:
So what inspired Dr. McCoy's costume? (And that's just one direction you can take . . .)

Caption Winner--Gratz Liederlady!

McCoy: Hey Jim boy! Is that a tribble in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Spock: Dreamer! He's been in that condition ever since I dumped T'Pring.

Caption Contest!

Hello all--reporting in from Virginia, where I've been visiting family. I've had so much fun visiting that I haven't spent much time on my poor, neglected blog. In fact, I even owe this week's caption contest to the keen eye of Julianna . . . and it's perfect:
Have at it, folks!

Caption Winner~Gratz Womanwarrior!

McCoy: "Where are we, why doesn't this booze taste like anything...and who IS that guy?"

Spock: "I do not know, Doctor...but I HATE what he has done with the place!"

Hard-wiring, Part One

by J. Rosemary Moss

Genre: Star Trek AOS (Star Trek XI); Kirk-McCoy; Slash

Rating: PG-13

Comments: Any and all welcome.

Summary: Bones tries to distract Jim from challenging a guy who should be classified as a psychopath . . .

~oOo~

I shook my head at Jim as I knelt in front of him, fixing up the cuts and bruises from his latest brawl. “God damn idiot,” I said out loud.

He rolled his eyes and slumped in the chair. “Don’t worry, Bones—it happened off campus.”

I grunted. That was a plus, I suppose. There was a chance that nobody knew. Maybe Jim wouldn’t get his ass kicked out of the Academy, especially since he was crashing in my off-campus apartment. No one but me would see him like this.

No one, that is, except the other guy in the fight. Fortunately Jason Craig would keep his mouth shut; he didn’t want to get kicked out either.

I shook my head again. “I told you to stay away from him.”

I ought to have held my breath—Jim just gave me a mock obedient look and said, “I’m sorry Daddy. Please don’t tan me too hard.”

I grinned despite myself. I’d tan his ass into leather if I thought it’d do any good, but who was I kidding?

Look, I’m not being overprotective of the kid. I’m pretty sure that Jason Craig meets all the diagnostic criteria of what we officially like to call ‘anti-social personality disorder.’ To put it unofficially, the guy’s a psychopath.

No, I’m not a God-damned psychiatrist. And, yeah, Jason got through all the psychological examinations that Starfleet uses to weed out the psychopaths. Nonetheless, I’m going with my gut on this one.

I’m not saying he’s an ax murderer. He has to be pretty functional to survive as a student in Starfleet Academy. Even though he’s in security and not medicine, I’ve had to work with him on and off. He’s always polite enough and even deferential. But beneath that veneer of good manners there’s something cold in him. He doesn’t care about anyone or empathize with anyone. He can’t read people or react to them properly, because they’re not real to him. Other people are either tools or impediments—nothing more.

It's no wonder he's gotten into so many fights. Yeah, yeah, so has Jim. But Jim's not a psychopath. If anything, Jim has an excess of empathy.

If Jim had any sense he’d just stay away from the guy. But this is Jim we’re talking about. The concept of backing down was never wired into his brain.

Meanwhile, Jason thinks Jim insulted him somehow. I wasn’t there when it happened, but I gather that Jim said something stupid and/or tactless. One of these days I’ll get the story from someone impartial enough to give it to me straight. But whatever Jim said, Jason took it far too seriously. Now he regards Jim as the enemy.

And Jim, being Jim, refuses to smooth things over or just avoid the guy.

Jim grinned at the look on my face, bringing me back to the present. Then, before I guessed his intention, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I just let my mouth hang open there, doing my damnedest not to respond.

Did I mention that Jim’s a sex addict? All you need to attract him is a pulse. Hell, I wouldn’t even trust him around the cadavers. Ok, ok—I’m exaggerating. I hope.

This isn’t the first time that Jim’s come on to me. I’m sure it won’t be the last. But I’m not having any of it.

“Stop that,” I said as he finally leaned back in his chair. “I’m not interested.”

He snorted in disbelief. I felt my face growing hot in response. “I’m not,” I insisted. “Look, just for starters, I’m straight.”

“So am I,” he said, grinning at my discomfort. “Most of the time. But don’t be afraid to experiment, Bones. Just think of it as an extension of our friendship.”

“Friends with benefits?”

“Exactly—with no strings attached.”

I shook my head and tried to focus all my attention on one of the cuts on his hand. “No thank you.”

He cocked his head at me. “Is that the problem, Bones? Do you want strings?”

“No,” I answered without looking up at him.” I’m just not interested in you, Jim. Can’t you get that through your thick skull?”

Of course not. I must have forgotten that the whole multiverse revolves around him. He doesn’t accept rejection. And it doesn’t help that there’s something so damned enticing about him . . .

I could feel his eyes on me. “No,” he said at last. “That’s not it. You are interested.”

I felt myself flushing again, but I ignored that fact while I checked his other hand.

Jim leaned toward me. I felt his breath as he whispered into my ear. “I’m going to figure out what it takes to win you over.”

“You think so, huh?” I asked, finally looking up at him. “Why? Because you’ve had so much luck with that xenolinguist?”

He had the grace to grin at that. “Yeah, I’ve lost track of how many times she’s shot me down. But you and me—that’s something different. You’re my best friend, Bones.”

“And let’s just keep it at that. All right, I'm finished here. Get your ass to bed—and try to stay out of trouble.”

He smiled and took himself off to the guest room. Ok, his room. Why bother calling it a guest room? He was in it whenever he wasn’t getting lucky. He probably didn’t even know what his dorm looked like.

I thought I was rid of him for the night, but he stuck his head out of his door for a parting shot. “I’m not giving up on you, Bones,” he warned me.

I rolled my eyes as he disappeared back into his room. There was no way I was going to let that crazy kid talk me into a friends-with-benefits deal. Or any other kind of deal.

Still, if he was bent on seducing me, maybe he’d forget about his rivalry with Jason Craig. I frowned, wondering if I would prove that much of a distraction. It wasn’t likely, but still . . .

I went to bed in a better frame of mind. I wasn’t sure if I could keep Jim’s mind off the psychopath, but I was sure as hell going to try. Oh, nothing was going to happen between Jim and me. I hadn’t gone insane.

But it couldn’t hurt to let him try, right?

Caption Contest!

Anyone want to take a shot at this one? There's quite a bit going on . . .

Caption Winner~Gratz Julianna!

Ok, I'll admit it. While we had great entries all around, I didn't use the jar this time. Like Liederlady I was still snorting over this one:

Spock: ANOTHER manicure? You must think I’m made of money!

We Choose the Moon by Womanwarrior

Womanwarrior (aka Mary Chodan) wrote this to let us know about a fascinating website. I'm reprinting it, with her permission, from the SpockMcCoyHaven Yahoo List:

For those of you too young to remember the Moon landing of July 20, 1969, (and those of you who do remember and cherish the event), http://www.wechoosethemoon.org/ is going to recreate the sequence of events that fateful week 40 years ago. Instead of watching it on black and white television, you'll be able to follow it on the website, on Twitter and on email. I urge you to access it if possible. I've been to the site, and it's amazing!

Personally, I'm going to follow it as much as I can, because 40 years ago it was my reality! I was barely 18, just out of high school, and my beloved Star Trek had been canceled. But I still had the Moon landing--a real step into the final frontier! I had followed every launch since Mercury. And because my Dad worked on the space program at Downey Space Center and the Miraloma Road complex in Anaheim, I had actually seen returned space capsules and met real astronauts. This was the ultimate graduation present, the embodiment of what I had resonated to and embraced in Star Trek. For that week, the world watched as one as we dared the eagle's flight, and succeeded.

President Kennedy put it best on May 25, 1961: "We choose to go to the Moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone and one which we intend to win."

I was nearly 11 years old, and I believed--and still believe--that the intention of his speech is possible. We have only to commit to a worthy goal--ending world hunger, ending illiteracy, or a thousand others--and it CAN happen. It can...IF. WE. WILL. COMMIT.

Thanks for listening!

Mary

Caption Contest!

Ok, even though the good doctor is sadly missing from the shot, I can't help but think that this one will be fun:

Caption Winner~Gratz Julianna!

So many good ones to choose from--but Julianna keeps her crown!

Remember, Spock. The most powerful sexual organ is the brain.

Introducing: The Tantalus Field

Check out Liederlady's new Star Trek blog, which begins with a hilarious advertisement from Cyrano Jones.

Caption Contest!

Here's my favorite pic from STAR TREK III--and it's screaming for a caption:

DeForest Kelley Interview

Thank you, Womanwarrior, for finding this:

Star Trek Interviews No.09
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Caption Winner~Gratz Julianna!

Great entries from everyone--I had to go back to the jar to pick one. Julianna gets the crown!

McCoy: Well, don't this beat all. I really AM giving Spock a piece of my mind!

Enterprise Bar Mitzvah?

This was too much fun: