EMH log entry:
This is a perfect example of the expression, "almost doesn't
count."
A message arrived in my Yahoo mailbox. I thought to myself:
"They've found me. The Captain saw my referring to her in the
familiar, and Tuvok is eager to ask me to take down his
jpeg." It was Paramount Pictures. They stated that I had to put
their copyright disclaimers somewhere on this website
if I wanted to mention "Star Trek" or post pictures of
their
characters. I had to accommodate them. After all, this is
their empire here. Somehow, I don't think I could claim
coincidence. I have this terrible
feeling that I will be down here for a long, long, time.
I asked the blushing librarian what people do for fun on
computers. Predictably, she recommended an online game which
involved literary prowess. A group of people in
a virtual room compete to create the best acronyms over a series
of rounds. I didn't do too well at first. Actually, I thought
I did brilliantly, but nobody voted for my acronyms. Then, a
nurse entered
the room I was in and started voting for all of my answers.
Someone with a sugary cute name messaged me in private and asked
very personal questions and told me her age. I told her I was
only twelve. She (I assume it was a woman) apologized and left
the room. Imagine if I had told her the truth, that I turned six
last week.
I'll have to say that the recreational experience overall was
quite
amusing. On the Internet, nobody cares if you're a human, a
Klingon, an android, or a hologram. They pat you on the back when
you win. They laugh when you tell a good joke. I learned that
people online hit the "L," "O," and "L" when they think something
is funny. I didn't know why they did that at first, and I
assumed there was a glitch in the graphics card in my computer.
Until a
real twelve year old wandered in and asked what it meant,
then inundated the room with lines of gibberish.
The library is closing.
Doctor signing off for now.