Saturday, August 12, 2017

The Ensign's last Arc

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Saturday, July 29, 2017

EVERYONE'S A CRITIC DEPT.

How did the narrator detract from the book?
Failry monotone and boring.

(the Narrator responds:  Thanks. Got it. Will go kill myself now. Hope that will set things right! Cheers!)

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Monday, July 10, 2017

We Were With You All The Way Radford!!

Saturday, July 08, 2017

Thursday, July 06, 2017

The Ensign's Options Narrow.......

Tuesday, July 04, 2017

All Conversations Lead to Rome Dept.

Monday, July 03, 2017

What the CMMDR is Reading (and then forgetting)

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Monday, June 26, 2017

NOSH 4

As they’re being shown to a table-

ENSIGN (to Waitress): Not this one. Can we sit over there?
CMMDR: The restaurant is the size of my car, what difference does it make-
WAITRESS: Is here fine?
ENSIGN: ‘Fine’ is a strong word.
CMMDR: This is great, thank you.
WAITRESS: How are we tonight?
CMMDR: My knee is completely trashed, but it could always be worse. How are you?
ENSIGN: Get me a sparkling water.
CMMDR: Jesus.
ENSIGN: What?!
WAITRESS: And you?
ENSIGN: A diet coke please.
(Waitress leaves).
CMMDR: Happy?
ENSIGN: WITH WHAT???!!!!!
ENSIGN: Notice the Grade on this place?
CMMDR: Yeah, an ‘A.’
ENSIGN: Yeah, they put that out there, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s an ‘A.’
CMMDR: You think their lying?
ENSIGN: We don’t know what’s going on in that kitchen.
(They look at the menu.)
ENSIGN: This menu is filthy.
CMMDR: How are things in Russia?
ENSIGN: That blond, oh God, that blond. She ate some granola then napped. Unbelievable! There were two babes in the corner playing cards but they left after an hour. And one of the brunettes was reading.
CMMDR: How long were you on there?
ENSIGN: Maybe three hours, tops.
CMMDR: ‘Tops’?
ENSIGN: You could just make out a section of one of the brunette’s left nipples, so it was time well spent my friend.
CMMDR: Right.
ENSIGN: I’ll text you the whole thing.
CMMDR: OK.
ENSIGN: Even though it will go on the pile of ‘things the Ensign so thoughtfully sent me but I am too busy doing WHAT???!! to ever look at them.’
CMMDR: I might get the fish.
ENSIGN: I’m an old fucking failure.


( to be continued….)