Three Cheers for Photoshop

1. Health, beauty, prosperity… and the look of a clingon in the ” i don’t trust you really love my black obama president… peh-shaw, pi-shaw.

2. Hot damn! The book business has been kind of slow lately. But my lawsuit against you for publishing that should make for a nice little payday.

3. someone needs an editor

4. I would read Phasers v. Raptors.

5. I probably shouldn’t admit that I owned most of these actual novels, huh? At one point, I had about 100 of them from TOS, TNG and DS9.

   And I wonder why my social life is close to non-existant…

6. (laughing myself to incontinence)

7. Gorn junkies!

8. I own all of these. They must be in a storage unit in So Cal somewhere. It must have been what made me gay.

9. #5 Don’t be embarrassed, I think I read the first fifty ST:TOS books (my favorite was “Ishmael” when Spock visited 1800’s Seattle and wound up being a descendant of two of the characters from the TV series “Here Comes The Brides.”

   Thanks for the link. The parodies of Archie Comics (which I loved when I was a kid) are worth checking out also.

10. Probably the most embarrassing of all the Star Trek books is Killing Time by Della van Hise.

    James Kirk opened his eyes to see the Vulcan regarding him with an unreadable expression.
    One eyebrow slid beneath disheveled black bangs as Spock shook his head, then looked away, angular face darkening.
    “I…” The Vulcan stood suddenly, turned away as the full memory of what he had done returned.
    “Wait,” Kirk’s voice commanded quietly.
    The Vulcan stopped, but did not look at the other man.
    Kirk climbed slowly to his feet, brows narrowing as he pondered Spock’s tense frame. For a moment, he could think of nothing to say… but he forced himself to remember what he’d seen in the meld, forced himself to rely on the man who commanded starships.

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