Stardate 2005.012.016, Captain’s Log (Day After Supplemental)
We encountered a new life form. According to Romulanian mythology, O Mic Dejun Ursuleț can be found along with Santal Fructe de Padure.
McCoy subsequently issued a vaccination against space madness.
To boost crew morale, we beamed up the most awesomest rapper… ever.
Advance sentry units detected ditangian crystals.
After careful planning, I boarded shuttle Tiderian bound for Posta where there is no @#*%! intelligent life.
Attempts to locate ultimacity via tracking device failed in @#*%! bimbocratic shruggery. A brief layover was opted for in order to resupply.
Man cannot live on bread alone.
A polite group of tree-men life forms waxed philosophically about the whole thousand points of light thing in the central park.
We docked at spacestation Zorba on what happened to be its maiden voyage, so a nice chat was had with the enthusiastic owner using both Romangleza as well as Grecaneşte after engorging at the trough…
…whereupon it came to light that Zorba has the VERY FIRST cloth napkins in the entire known Braşoverse! These imported delicacies were gratefully used after an extensive satiation.
Passports, visas, and other documentations were collected prior to and upon arrival to the distant star Festival 39.
Local custom dictated the consumption of mass quantities of beer. I received traditional Braşovian greetings from the Griviței Ambassador de Gara.
I discovered the humor of Escherian logic while taking a photo of a reveler taking a photo of a celebrator taking a photo of a partier. Literally. There were enough digital cameras walking around to start a war.
There was also an inordinate amount of indoor snow which resulted in several vicious battles as factions sought to smother one another in holiday cheer. Ultimately, this lead to much traditional dancing and folk singing by Iepuraş, Princessescu of Piața Unirii.
At some point, an impromptu gift exchange occured.
Imagine my surprise as the wall itself slammed down the fist of justice, declaring a lack of jurisdiction and therefore mandating a change in venue.
Unburdened by gravity, I floated past time.
Unburdened by sanity, time floated past me.
In the fog of space madness, the Mare Partyuri continued largely undocumented but resulted in anecdotal evidence the next morning.
End transmission.
December 17th, 2005 at 10:56 pm
Nice one. :)
Missing home…
Say hello to The Ambassador de Gara :D.
Missing The Vulcano as well. :)
December 18th, 2005 at 9:23 pm
I will be doing a special post some other day about my variation of the Vulcano. I promise it is an improvement on the original and you’ll want to try it next time you are in Brasso!
December 19th, 2005 at 2:33 pm
:oO Looking forward to it
December 22nd, 2005 at 2:10 am
Happy Birthday my romerican friend
July 19th, 2006 at 3:09 pm
[...] As Romerican begins to once again show signs of life, it is appropriate that we take this first occassion to extend well wishes to our comrade-in-arms, the Braşovian Ambassador de Gara. [...]
January 14th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
[...] The market for such beer has essentially been owned Tuborg Strong. In addition, Tuborg has it’s regular “Gold” beer, a bland run-of-the-mill drink, and the seasonal Christmas Brew, a stronger beer with an excellent flavor comprised of maltiness, balanced spices, and perhaps a little nutty undertone. [...]