End of the year. My brain is all over the place. Forgive me, denizens, if I fail to make sense. <\/p>\n

Lots of flotsam, pushing at the edges of my noodly noggin, clawing for the chance to see the light of the lair. <\/p>\n

If Scooby Doo had a sister, would her name be “Booby Doo”? <\/p>\n

See that? That’s the kind of shiznit I would post if I had a Twitter account. Kind of makes you glad I don’t, eh? <\/p>\n

My ImagiFriends^{TM<\/sup> tweet. They tweet lovely, silly geekery that makes me giggle gloriously while glugging raktajinos spiked with rum. Don’t follow? Don’t worry. Spliff on this tweet: <\/p>\n}

Most people don’t realize Janeway’s voice is pure molten sex.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

Oh HELLS yeah. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Award for most awesomest tweet of the year? Make it so. Even if tweeted in jest, it makes me that much prouder of my Janeway impersonation. Not that I do such a thing. Or would ever record doing such a thing for others to hear. <\/p>\n

Heh. <\/p>\n

Do any of you ever get the feeling that you’re only getting part of the picture when you come here to the lair? Like it’s a little window that doesn’t show you even half of what’s going on. In the night. In the dark. There’s a whole lot more going on in the shadows…you just have to wait for me to invite you deeper. <\/p>\n

I’m not feeling fa-la-la-festive just yet. Where’s Dr. Noel when I need a little injection of holiday cheer? Oh yeah. Kirk found her under the mistletoe. Guess he’s decorating her Jefferies tube now. Where does <\/em>he store that photon torpedo? <\/p>\n

OMG, Trexual innuendo!<\/em><\/p>\n

I’m usually surly around this time of year. I don’t know why. I suppose I’m an emotional Scrooge in some ways. Mmm, portmanteau<\/em>: Scrooge = Screw + Gouge. Did I impress anyone with my word nerdery just then? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? <\/p>\n

I used to decorate my door here at work. Truth? I only did it for the Benjamins. Well, the door prize, really. I only won once though. Want to see the sexy that won? <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

He’s R<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

End of the year. My brain is all over the place. Forgive me, denizens, if I fail to make sense. Lots of flotsam, pushing at the edges of my noodly noggin, clawing for the chance to see the light of the lair. If Scooby Doo had a sister, would her name be “Booby Doo”? See […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4,18,14,24,3,20],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2227"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lobablanca.com\/blog09\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}