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Captain's log …stardate January2007 -Journal entry 001.
I have been stuck on this miserable little rock they call earth for quite sometime now. Can’t get out of here any sooner. I’ve never trusted Klingons. Come to think of it, I have never trusted humans either. Those greedy little bastards are always thinking up new ways to murder each other in the most despicable ways…not to mention killing themselves by over-eating large quantities of a greasy substance called Burgers and Fries. They are all crazy, I tell ya!
I have been wasting way too much time with nothing to do lately. I have tried everything before to amuse myself in the past. I have tried pencil and crayon drawing since I was five years old. Done a few paintings on canvas by the time I reached the pubescent age of ten and even won a few art contests when I was living in that mad place they call New York City. That was an interesting city to live in, but seriously in need of a cure for overpopulation crisis. Well, Now I have chosen a much quieter place to rest my weary head on. They call it Portugal. I got a beach nearby to toast my Caucasian skin into a nice shade of “red over-burn”. The local females seem to like it tho. I have also tried to learn a little Photoshop photo manipulation just to pass the time. Some cyber folks on the internet have said that I have a knack for the artsy stuff. They are as crazy as I am. This is quite good to know, because otherwise I was beginning to think that I was really going crazy all by myself. It’s always good to know that there are other crazy people around that make you feel “normal”.
This is a very crazy planet…but I have grown to like it a little over the years.
Ah yes…to boldly go where no man, where no one... has gone before.