Controversy erupts after Picard calls Romulans "Rihannsu"

A transcript from last night's debate for the office of Starfleet Chiefs of Operations.

Kirk: Oh, come off it!

Picard: That's their name for themselves. It's what we should call them.

Kirk: Picard being pretentious. There's a new one. In my day, we didn't have time to settle for the correct pronunciation of "Rihannsu" in-between fist-fighting Klingons and defeating Greek Gods.

Picard: In your day, people were afraid to use the transporters in case they were split into two separate beings, one good, the other evil.

BOP fic: The Sense of Touch (Babs/Dinah)

Title: The Sense of Touch
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,566
Characters/Pairings: Babs/Dinah, Ollie/Dinah
Summary: Barbara can content herself with only have Dinah in her life by phone and e-mail. But when Dinah disappears altogether, she realizes she needs much more.

( There was a time when all Dinah had to do was walk into a room and Barbara would get a silly little smile. But lately, that hadn’t been happening. With Dinah in Star City, busy with all of Ollie’s activism and pie-in-the-sky pet projects, there was less time for chatting and they usually resorted to e-mails or tweets. It shouldn’t have made a difference, but Barbara missed Dinah’s voice. Almost as much as she missed Dinah. It felt, at times, like someone was cutting away parts of herself. And in her dreams, that someone usually took the form of Dinah’s husband, Ollie. )

Peter/Felicia picspam - Spider-Man TAS: Doctor Octopus

So, after Mary-Jane gets introduced via blind date and you know what line, it only follows that the next show starts with Peter rejoicing over being able to take Felicia out on a date, even if it’s only to tutor her. Which, okay, is probably because the shows were aired in some Byzantine order of nonsensicalness, but it’s amusing nonetheless. And there’s the classic “accidentally knocked over some flowers, picked them up, date thinks they’re for her.”


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Is it just me, or does Oliver Stone's W. look like a ninety-minute -- okay, probably more like three hour -- version of one of those Will Ferrell SNL sketches, only more pretentious? That doesn't even work for real Saturday Night Live movies (two exemptions, you know both), I don't see it working when all the comedians are replaced with dramatic actors.