Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

Fornax was a lovely planet, and the Pod Racing was a great deal of fun, but I'm excited to see where we go next.

I hope this sense of excitement never dies.

I'd like to point out to everyone here that while I'm not going to be elected Etiquette Director any time soon, trying to address the issue by calling me various names is not really going to make much headway, aside from being massively hypocritical. Just pointing it out to prevent you from wasting your times.

And if you're all going to use this opportunity to make further commentary on my disposition, just know that I'm a bureaucrat who's been working for millennia dealing with politicians, power hungry despots (a perhaps redundant distinction) and trying to survive ascending the ranks of an organisation maintaining all of space and time against the tide of not only entropy but also various species who seem if not actually are fully dedicated to actively disrupting or destroying all of space and time.

It does nothing for a disposition that wasn't rosy to begin with.

And you can't handle someone who's a little brusk? Then I suggest you grow up. And I warn you: if you meet someone of my species who's the kind of 'polite' you're asking me to be, then I would suggest you try to remember - they're plotting to kill you. Without exception, in my experience.

I could recount the number of times, if you'd like.

[Rose]

One thing the Doctor has never been accused of: excessive politeness.

I'm still not doing a great job at reading star dates, but I'm pretty sure today is my birthday.

Do we do birthdays around here? Are cakes and candles still a thing?

Clark, where's my present?

You are the best wing man. Those cupcakes were nowhere near a sufficient thank you.

Direct Message to Captain Kirk and Admiral Pike

I feel like it's been a proper amount of time and now I'm allowed to ask—which one of you finally decided you had enough of my grumpy asexualness and got me a date?