I canna do it, Cap'n, the warp core is bypassed like a Christmas tree (read: my rig is in the shop tomorrow).
Montana was a babe, and things coulda been worse than being shacked up with her in a Tralfamadorian zoo, IMO.
Shoulda just let him keep eating them until his belly was dragging on the ground. Then slit him open like a tauntaun and voila! A lifetime's supply of golf balls!
I've got a choice of three things going on that weekend, two of which depend upon a flight to the east coast. I'll show up if I can't get a decent fare, but Mom is gonna kick my ass if I do.
I'm going camping and fishing with my son. I'll be the only one doing the drinking. Yeeeeesh!
He's into camping, as long as it involves fishing... and campfires, and S'mores, and hot chocolate, and more fishing...
I'll be enjoying plenty of beers and a bottle of wine with my son as we sit in our camp chairs and throw lines out into Indian Lake in the Blues next weekend.
For a biochemistry student, you sure do manage to finagle a lot of time away from the books, kiddo. But good on ya for getting out and on the stone. More than I did today...
I hear that Ballmer guy is a real corporate raider, a la Gordon Gecko.
Is Climber's Rendezvous gonna be in Spokane?
I'll be near the Tieton on your weekend, but not in it.