The Sickbay Logs

I'm sorry for my somewhat sarcastic aproach, but is it just me, or does it seem that there's a lot of Star Trek people who have died lately?
Of course there's Leonard Nimoy, which we are reminded of only too often these days, but then, through my rather pasive activity in social Networks (mainly twitter) I more or less stumbled upon the news of Harve Benett's death on March 4th (he was a writer and producer mainly on the first movies) and Maurice Hurley (also a writer and producer) who had already died on February 24th.
I think if one more Star Trek person dies this month, I'll not go to school for a few days, and just shut myself up in my room...

The stats so far:

He's dead, Jim: ||
Fascinating: ||
I can't change the laws of physics: |
Kirk to Enterprise: |
Kirk without shirt / with shirt ripped: |||
Kirk with dramatic facial lighting: |||||

Also as we have now had the first temporal incursion in Naked Time and with that also the episode that implemented time-warp, I have decided to track all temporal incursions connected to Kirk, and see if we come up with the 17 stated in DS9s Trials and Tribble-ations.

So far 1 temporal incursion.

Today Treknologic, a podcast I'm regularily listening to, released a out of schedule Memorial episode for Leonard Nimoy. I can strongly recomend it, but I had a hard time keeping myself from crying afterwards.
I'm usually a person who can keep a straight face in front of others, at least concerning sad moods, and laughing even more otherwise, but when someone knocked at my door just at the moment I had finished and I was pretty close to tears already, I needed more than just a moment to compose myself before I could face my neighbour who asked if I had an eggbeater (which, of course, I do not).
Afterwards I was going down into the city (I think I haven't mentioned it yet, I'm living on a hill, I secretly renamed Mt. Seleya and while I live right across from my school / workplace, I have to go down for everything else). I was to meet up with my dad because I'm now officially becoming his computer-IT-PR-graphic-artist-photographer-whatsoever-person, and on my way there I took some time because I still had some grocery shoping to do.
Going down there I passed a book-shop. Not my usual worm-hole, but a rather large one, of which I still have a gift coupon which is constantly residing in my bag, so I decided to stop by. Of course, the English-books-section as well as the sci-fi-shelf were largely unsatisfying, but I had come up with an idea.
I have already been thinking about buying "I am Spock", Nimoys auto biography. I'm not usually a fan of biographies, especially auto biographies, but I think it might be quite worth it, especially as in the audio-book version it is read by Leonard Nimoy himself.
Of course I had to order it and so I went to the information desk and told the clerk there just that. It was getting obvious pretty soon that he's not familiar with Star Trek, as his first question after I had stated title and author was: "I am ... who?"
I was pleasantly surprised thereafter that he spelled "Spock" corectly on the first try. The short list of works available in some way related to that title was coming up obediently on the computer screen and he looked somewhat troubled. The conversation that occured then went as follows:
Clerk: Uhm.... well.... *hesitating and staring at his screen.*
Me: I think it's that one right there. *pointing at the screen.*
Clerk: Yeah, seems to be it.... it's just...
Me: Well, what's the problem?
Clerk: You want it as an audio-book, right?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: And in english, right?
Me: Yes...?
Clerk: Well, we would have to import that...
Me: So?
Clerk: From the US.
Me: And...?
Clerk: You would be bound to that order then....
Me: *Thinking: I want to have it, don't I?* Well, that's no problem.
Clerk: And it might cost extra shipping fee...
Me: How much? *Already expecting something doubling the price.*
Clerk: Around 50 to 70 ct, depeding on the importer.
Me: No that won't make much of a difference. *Trying not to laugh.*
Clerk: And it'll need around two or three weeks to arive.

At that point I had to try really hard to stay serious. I hate it when people can't just tell you what's the case and you have to drag everything out of them. But what was really hillarious there in the end is, that that's the first thing that will arive in two or three weeks, together with the Serenity commic I ordered in the woormhole and two novelizations I ordered from Amazon (yes, Liz, that's a spoiler, but theres going to be more).
Until then I'll probably go on going to school, reading Star Trek, learning some, whatching Star Trek, and occasionally go shopping when I run out of food, in more or less that order.

The count:

He's dead, Jim: |
Fascinating: |
Kirk without shirt / with shirt ripped: ||

It's around 2:30 pm and actually it should be the end of the last break and the start of the last double lesson of the day, but I'm already back in my room. The last lesson is skipped because teachers are ill. Of course we got some task, but that won't take me very long, because it's basically the same I already did for the two to four page essay we had to write at the end of our last practical phase.
In the second lesson today, we had Anatomy, a strange humming noise had started, just loud enough to be annoying, but we're having workers in the house, so we're already used to that, but this was somewhat different. When our teacher finally opened the door to see what was going on, it swelled to a volume where it sounded like a kind of too loud geiger-counter. Five minutes later another teacher came in and told us, to grab our jackets and slowly evacuate the building, just in case.
While we were standing outside, slowly starting to freeze despite our jackets, our teacher honestly tried to tell us something about the muscles in our backs.
But there's sad news, too: One from my course quit. Now we're down to 29. Also three other people from my course are ill. I hope I don't catch anything.

I have two tests coming up on Thursday and Friday, but appart form gathering the information needed on a sheet of paper each, I haven't started learning anything yet. I still need to complete my work-time-sheet until Thursday, but I haven't even started that either.
Today after school I've been playing guitar a little, preparing for the choir lessons and in between I've been watching Star Trek and eating or stitching on my redshirt.
I've decided as Liz counted the redshirts dying seasonwise I'll count how often the typical phrases and situations appear.
So far:
He's dead, Jim: |
Fascinating: |
Kirk without shirt / with shirt ripped: |

To fully understand what is coming now, you should know that I'm not usually one of those girls who dress up every day, except for special occasions. Usually I wear jeans, some top and a jacket when it's cold and that's it. When my hair was still longer, I had mostly two options: open or a ponytail. Dresses and Skirts I wear only in summer and then usually plain, sporty ones and only such which are not much shorter than knee length. I don't even have make-up, although I'm thinking about buying a lipstick (mainly because my lips are pretty dry) and some eyeshadow if I should ever come into a situation where I'd actually have to use it.
Now yesterday Liz and I had the idea to go to school in the franchise-stuff we had bought on a convention last year, in honor of Leonard Nimoy. In my case that's a UFD-Pin, a pair of Starfleet-earings and a Scotty-T-Shirt, but I thought the last one to be a bit inappropriate, especially considering the weather outside.
The first problem I had was finding something I could pin the pin on, because it didn't look that well with my usual sweatshirts. I finally decided to go with a blueish-grea blouse-jacket and a black shirt underneath, together with a black jeans and my black chucks. The second problem was with the earings. They are kind of long-ish compared to the small pins I usually wear and I hadn't worn them ever since I had my hair cut to first season Sam Carter style. The problem is that whith long hair you can always dress your hair up in a way that makes it work with your earrings, but with short hair that doesn't work so well anymore. So I put in about twice as much hair-gel than I usually use to make at least my back hairs stand up a little. I have to say that worked quite well, but I also needed half an hour for that opposed to the fifteen minutes I usually need, and it surely would have taken me longer had I not overslept.
Of course no one took much notice of it at school, appart from my neighbour who, a little disbelieving, said: "You're wearing earrings?"
But no one recognizes franchise anymore anyway.

Later on I went grocery shopping and stopped by at the wormhole again, staying an hour longer than I had actually planed. My original hope was to find some Star Trek Comics, but after I had looked through tons of US-Shipping and I had only found some small Stargate addition, I kind of gave up on it, when there it was:
It was a book, actually, a novel, and a German one, but it just lay there as if it was waiting for me. It's called "The Probe" (authors are soooo creative at times when it comes to titles) and is basically about the probe from Voyage Home returning, as far as the text on the back goes. What actually moved me to buy it was that Spock was staring right at me from the cover, wearing that great maroon-jacket-uniform. And after all I had made that journey to the wormhole just for him. I think the guy there suspected something just the like, because on my way out he commented: "Nice earrings."

For tonight the plan is watching Insurection, after all it's Gates McFaddens birthday. After that I'll go through the whole of the Original Series again, in honour of all those people whose birthdays are or would be coming up this month. (Just so you know, that would be James Doohan, Wiliam Shatner and Leonard Nimoy - it must be mad to die exatly a month before ones birthday...)

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