A blog for the literate middle aged man with the interests of an 11 year old boy.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
65% Chekov
Given my balding head, charming accent and steadfast, closeted 2nd in command, I had always pegged myself as something of a lawyerly Captain Picard. Turns out, I'm just a Chekov. Or, mostly a Chekov. At least I'm not a red shirt.
^%#$! I'm 50% Crusher. At least it's Bev, not Wesley. (Rim shot.)
ReplyDeleteOh, Jesus. I'm 80% Deanna Troi. (At least 3 of my top 5 were in health care...)
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