Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

Oh my God...

Please tell me that you cannot father children.

I met a man named Mr. Jones. He gave me a pet. It's ... mostly fur. I don't know if it's alive or if he tricked me. I brought it back to the ship if anyone wants to see it. He said it was called a Tribble.

So, Kate and I went to see Jurassic Park today at the movie theater and it was... real.

Like, really real.

Like we were in a jungle and dinosaurs were running past us.

It was terrifying for about five minutes and then it was awesome!

So I'm not sure if either of you two have already bumped into this guy but I keep meaning to warn you.

We've got a situation. Time go wonky. Universes colliding and stuff. No big deal, it's just that Loki's here.

But he's like, Loki-who-never-did-that-stuff. So he doesn't remember us, or the stick of destiny, or the cube, or the Space Whales, or trying to kill me slash turn me into his personal flying monkey. And since he doesn't remember all that we had a nice conversation and it's cool. It's all good. Situation: Good. Try not to be too angry with the guy. We can't exactly punish him for crap he hasn't done yet. Yeah, I'm being surprisingly forgiving but I always hated it when people yelled at ME for crap I hadn't done. So.

That's a thing. There's a Loki. You've been warned.