I have significantly upped my Datability Quotient today, Dear Reader, where DQ=
my total nerdiness, which I take pains to hide from civilians, but which tends to come up at unfortunate moments,
by taking this quiz and getting ... JAMES TIBERIUS KIRK!
Sweet! Cue the fight music!
A coworker got Picard: "I'm stuffy, impersonal, sort of bald, but I don't drink Earl-Grey tea. 'Engage.'"
To which I replied, "Reason #31 of
about a zillion
reasons why Kirk is better than Picard?
One word: FISTICUFFS."
That, and my utter willingness to disregard the Prime Directive, throw an election to get the red out, and then party all night, gives me the Shatneresque qualities required to wear the gold shirt with the rips in the chest. AND I have the lacy underthings to pull it off!
To my chagrin, he reminded me, "You can't be Kirk anyway, everybody knows you are Lt. Savik. It's your birthright, you can't escape it."
I'm sure I have no idea what he's talking about, Dear Reader.
Oh wait... I just looked at the equation again... craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap!
trying for anything over one,