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Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
12:34 am - Plenty of sunshine...
::alarm sounds::

Gooood morning, Alpha Quadrant! And... uh... computer, alarm off...

::stretches arms out wide, thinks about glorious day ahead... back on rotation now, and gonna serve breakfast AND lunch to the Captain, yep... plus a poker game tonight, Secorro, Data, and Worthington... can hardly believe Warren's back for MORE abuse...::

::Gonna be a wonderful day, evening, whatever... master of the universe... master of disaster, Izzy would say... yeah, Izzy... heh...::

::could almost sing, so almost sings... sort of tunelessly as heads for shower::

Zip-a-dee doo dah, zip-a-dee ay, my oh my what a womderful day... Plenty of Warren's bucks headin' my way...

::heck, even Foster couldn't ruin a day like this...::

current mood: bouncy

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Thursday, August 18th, 2005
7:28 pm - Aw, yeah!
      
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current mood: full

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4:55 pm - Never trust a cunning ham...
::is amazed, confused, but pretty happy -- that Klingon flu that was supposed to turn him into the Typhoid Mary of the NX-01 around food? Phlox's latest exam gave him clean bill of health, who can figure? Maybe alcohol killed the germs?::

::shrugs, go explain it to someone who understands it... loads up cart with toast, sandwiches, more toast for Captain Archer and kinda-acting-captain-Lieutenant-commander-Reed, helps Reed get food for four to quarters, returns cart, logs off duty::

::a set of Draylaxian dice -- they don't come in pairs, they come in threes -- burns hole in pocket::

::has a few sets, got a good trade on them... has idea... Data's a good buddy and he's learning the ol' gambling ropes... what a trick, gonna teach Data Draylaxian craps one day... maybe, yeah, will give Data a set of Draylaxian dice to play with, they're bright and shiny, he'll like them -- yeah, especially the rainbow-colored sets::

::would give anything to see Data beat the pants off Foster in a craps game... will arrange that one day... yeah...::

::walks back to cabin, content with new plans::

current mood: mischievous

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Thursday, January 20th, 2005
3:58 pm - OMG, I am so dead...
Crewman Cunningham's personal log.

Computer, I kissed Izzy Secorro. I kissed my best friend and everything.

Okay, I mean, it was New Year's Eve at midnight and all that. You're supposed to do that. But I -- okay I was kinda drunk -- kissed her. Pretty hard. Like I'd kiss Mary Sue, even.

And -- uh -- I liked it. And everything.

And -- uh -- Mary Sue's telepathic death ray hasn't shot me yet.

That scares me. If Mary Sue hasn't killed me telepathically yet, I dunno what it means.

And... uh... I like Colin Dillard and all, but I thought he and Izzy had something maybe going, but Izzy kissed me right back. And everything.

I think I'm confused here. Maybe it's just 'cause Mary Sue's not here.

What if it's NOT just because Mary Sue's not here?

I don't know what any of it means.

I should kiss Izzy again and maybe I could figure it out.

current mood: worried

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Thursday, October 7th, 2004
10:26 am - NO WAY, buddy!
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!!!!!


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current mood: distressed

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Thursday, September 30th, 2004
12:40 am - Personal Log entry
So anyway, I might not try transferring to Engineering. I talked with izzy_secorro and I feel a little better, kinda. I mean, yeah, I'm still... still... uh, darnit, I'm steamed about it! Sheesh, you'd think I'd gone and poisoned Foster or something. As if that isn't the best idea this week. Ketchup! My MOTHER'S marinara sauce tastes like KETCHUP? The man's a stinking barbarian! Whatever he gets, he deserves.

Izzy even gave me a new recipe, something called poutine. Never heard of it before, it's some kinda fancy cheese fries or something. I'd love to try it, but I betcha chef won't make it. I'd experiment with it but of course Chef's got the stupid galley off limits to me, so I dunno what to do there. I bet Izzy'd like a big helping of it, she's pretty homesick.

I wonder if I can convince Chef that the Canadians on board need some ethnic food served. Wonder what he'd say. Not that I care much. I'm mad as heck. I mean, we must have a few other Canadians on board and everything.

Boy, am I glad Izzy's gonna be back in the poker games. She's a real nice girl. Kinda reminds me a little of Mary Sue. I mean, she works in the Armory and all, so I bet anything she's nearly as tough as Mary Sue is. Not that I've ever seen Mary Sue taking on a Xindi insectoid or a mirror universe goon or anything, but Mary Sue DID capture a drunk Andorian once with a piece of string, a paper clip, and a plastic fork. Oh, and an empty lipstick tube. She's GOOD with those lipstick tubes. Anyway, I think Mary Sue would like Izzy a lot. I know I do.

Ya know, I think I'm gonna ask Izzy if she'd like to learn how to play Andorian Hold 'Em. I could use someone else around here who knows the rules. She'd be great.

Poutine. Gonna get the boss to make some for people around here if it kills me.

current mood: thoughtful

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Monday, September 20th, 2004
1:40 am - Mess Hall, evening snack time...
::puts out sandwiches, ration bars, sighs as a pineapple cobbler bar goes on tray, used to save those for Lieutenant Commander Reed::

::everything's in order::

::sees izzy_secorro coming through line, no one else in mess hall right now::

Hey Izzy, how's it going? You missed the last couple of poker games. The sciences guys are convinced they scared you away. What's up?

::looks at her tray:: If you're having lunch now, you oughta eat something a bit more than that. Chef's got some soup in the galley, we can heat some up for you.

And 've got five, ten minutes if you want some company. I'm about ready to go back off duty. I could grab a cup of coffee and join you.

current mood: tired

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Thursday, August 26th, 2004
12:43 pm - I am now very afraid of Dr Phlox.
I thought he was Gene Simmons...


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Wednesday, August 4th, 2004
9:08 am - OMG, I can never tell Mary Sue about this!

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Wednesday, July 14th, 2004
9:43 am - Memo to Chef
::dictates::

Hey boss --

About those scumbags, ya know? Look, when we got the hostages out of the Captain's Mess, we kinda scuffed the dining table. Hope the maintainance wizards can figure out how to fix it, but when we had to hoist Crewman Yellowpiping into the ventilation shaft and all, well, it got kinda sticky there for a few minutes. Sorry about that.

Anyway, when we were escaping, I figured I should have a weapon around so I grabbed a couple 'a the Captain's steak knives. Couldn't get to anything larger or sharper. I think I dropped one in the ventilation shaft when we were crawling through. If ya gotta dock my pay to replace it, no biggie or anything, but ya might not wanna have a whole party of six eatin' T-bones till the set's filled back out.

And with the Admiral and the Ambassador and all on board, I figure the Captain's Mess is gonna be hoppin'. At least the Ambassador doesn't eat steak.

Anyway, I don't know who's in charge of puttin' people in line for commendations or anything but Crewman Hayes did a bangup job of helpin' me knock out that goon and get people outta there when we were hostages. I mean, she wasn't Mary Sue or anything, but she still did good. Just in case you can tell anyone who'd out a word in for her or somethin'. Crap, hope the boss man doesn't think I'm fishin' for a commendation myself. Not that I'd mind or anything. I mean, I *did* come up with that plan myself, once I asked myself what Mary Sue would do...

And I dunno -- haven't checked. Is that goon we knocked out still locked in the Captain's pantry? I've been kinda afraid to check, just been usin' the main galley.

current mood: productive

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Friday, May 21st, 2004
8:36 am - Snerk to Mary Sue
Now, I'm a likable kinda guy, ya know?

But Foster -- he's some kinda -- well, he's a ... JERK. He, he... he makes me wanna... get mad at him! An' that's sayin' a lot. But whatta ya expect froma man who can't recognize food if there's no ketchup on it? We work hard in that galley -- heck, you know that. And the best thing he can say about anything is it tastes like ketchup.

Anyway, Mary Sue, he was down in sickbay today. He asked me what t9o eat for lunch and I recommended the chili dogs with everything on
em. That's what he ordered, so I gave them to him with EVERYTHING on them -- ya know, the "Cunningham special" dog. I guess they *were* pretty special, huh? Cause when I gave him everything, I gave him *everything".

Heh. Anyway, I was tellin' ya about my poker game with two guys from Engineering and a couple 'a MACOS we got plastered. So the one MACO, he says...

::drones on with his poker story::

current mood: amused

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Wednesday, April 28th, 2004
11:48 am - Ooooh, I'm gonna get that Foster...
My mother's marinara sauce tastes like KETCHUP?

That jerk wouldn't know filet mignon from rotted targ.

He thinks he's gonna insult my mother's sauce -- cooked by CHEF no less -- well, he's got another think coming.

Ex-Lax brownies aren't even good enough for that dweeb.

current mood: pissed off

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Tuesday, March 30th, 2004
2:23 pm - On shore leave, around the corner from the market stalls...
::eyes goggle:: sheesh, is that what I think it is?

::runs over, looks in astonishment at the vendor and his wares -- huge rounds, huge squares, hacking pieces from them with an enormous carving knife::

where's _chef_ when ya need him? It's a friggin' cheese shop!

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12:48 am - On the planet, during shore leave
::checks into hotel, then pockets credits, off to go shopping in the bazaars of the city. Hotel desk directs him to an outdoor market about five blocks away. Clothing hangs on racks, the smell of roasting meat is in the air::

Wow, wouldja look at all this. ::takes pictures:: I bet even mary Sue ain't seen anything like it! Wowsa...

::begins fingering fabrics, looking at the bright colors, sniffs the air. That's it, I'm gonna eat first.

Say, I'll have one of those... uh, sandwiches! ::hands over some credits, is given a hunk of grilled meat with vegetable and sauce in a wrap:: looks like a gyro -- heck, I even nearly *called it a gyro*. Darn, this is good, too! Might have to get another one before I leave.

::finishes while walking past stalls, lookign at goods. Wipes hands, returns to the checking of fabric and jewelry. Finds a pink scarf with pictures of local flora woven into it:: Hey, Mary Sue would love this! And this here silvery bracelet. And this little stone scuplture. She qwon't have nothin' like thse back home.

::begins to look around a bit more:: Think I'm gonna get something for me, too. I like this thing, looks a lot like a copper pan... and this knife. And -- hey, this shirt's pretty cool, I like this a lot. Boy, wonder if they have any cookbooks over at that book stall!

::wanders off happily, arms full of stuff::

current mood: cheerful

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Tuesday, March 23rd, 2004
3:01 pm - Back in the cabin...
Computer on.

::gets comfortable sitting on bed::

Dear Mary Sue: Thanks for the message, honey. It's been a while since I heard from anyone; messages travel slow out here in the Expanse, I guess. Things are goin' pretty good on board, for the most part -- some crap, but nothing affecting me. Our armory officer, Lieutenant Commander Reed, is pregnant, which is a pretty good trick for a guy, but there's some stuff here we call anomalies that makes weird shit happen, I figure, and apparently he isn't the only guy on board it's happened to.

Now don't worry, cause it's not contagious. Best I can tell, the guys who got pregnant have boyfriends on ship, but I got *you*. So we'll hafta wait till I get back before we worry about kids -- or about that place on Jupiter Station I'm savin' up for. Don't worry, I ain't forgotten my dream. All this travel just shows me how much folks everywhere wanna eat in a good cheap joint with beer on tap.

Anyway, aside from Lieutenant Commander Reed expectin', and him and the Captain -- that's his boyfriend, by the way; it's kinda cute or somethin', but Starfleet's prob'ly gonna have shitfits when they find out so keep it quiet back there -- gettin' kissyface all over the place, not much goin' on. We're gonna be goin' on shore leave soon on a new planet, and that oughta be pretty cool.

::shifts position::

Well, honey, enough about me. How ya doin', superwoman? I got no clue how you keep fixin' everything in sight around Jupiter Station singlehandedly but you sure manage to do it. Rescuin' that kid from the docking arm mechanism with a hairband, a comb, and a used lipstick you just happened to have on you was sure great -- I hope you get a commendation. But you been doin' that kinda thing since high school, aintcha? *And* winning the unofficial beauty contest for the third year in a row?? You know I'm proud of you!

Computer, pause. ::sniffs quickly, looking at picture of beautiful, virtuous, and incredibly resourceful Mary Sue Shue, his girlfriend since high school in Hoboken and now the belle of Jupiter Station::

Computer, on. So, sweetie, write back when ya get this and tell me how you're doin. And see if ya can get hold of mom -- my boss wants to try her marinara recipe here on the ship. It's gonna be great.

Can't wait till this hitch is over and I'm back with ya. Miss ya, babe. You take care of everyone back there, and we'll take care of the crap goin' on out here. Love ya... Dave.

Computer, finished; prepare to send. ::Cunningham lies down on bunk, contemplates what a lucky guy he is to love Mary Sue::

current mood: happy

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Saturday, March 20th, 2004
9:32 am - Back to hangin' out
::comes back from visit to galley, talking to Chef about crew raiding the pantry and such, since Chef commed him::

::picks up PADD of baseball news, and a second PADD of parents' recipes from the diner back in Hoboken::

::decides to head back down to galley, grab a snack -- maybe some leftover chocolate cake and a cup of coffee -- and read up while hanging out in the observation lounge::

Hey, no galley prep duty tonight, no reason to be cooped up in here. Might as well catch up on the latest with a good view.

::looks at recipes PADD::

Someday, I'm gonna seve mom's linguini with marinara and shrimp in a little joint on Jupiter Station. A bar, a bunch 'a kinds of beer, some Andorian ale, and maybe a dozen tables. And these recipes. I can't wait for some visiting Vulcans to come in and try out mom's Greek salad and her baked stuffed eggplant.

It'll be perfect. A Greek diner from Hoboken transplanted to space. Great food, best view in the galaxy -- I'll have it made!

::wanders off for snack::

current mood: relaxed

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Wednesday, March 17th, 2004
12:59 am - Yeah, it's that kinda day, too bad I like Mr. Mayweather
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current mood: embarrassed

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Tuesday, March 16th, 2004
11:55 pm - What a night...
Y'know, I really don't *mind* people coming into the galley while I'm working. I think Chef's a great guy to let the folks on shipboard use the galley too when it's not in action. Makes things a bit more homelike if they can use some kitchen facilities.

But whew, that Kelly -- ya know, the engineer -- and MacKenzie, the Maco? Sheesh, you'd think they thought it was funny to trash the place.

There I was, chopping potatoes for breakfast the next morning -- ya gotta keep 'em in water with a little lemon juice in it to keep 'em nice overnight, and it gets rid of extra starch -- and for a soup Chef's working on, and shopping onions, and trying to do some cleanup around the place. Gotta keep things neat, after all. Chef insists and he's right. And Daniels -- good guy, y'know? But *not* the neatest in a kitchen. I don't think he started out in kitchen work.

There was some leftover lentil soup of some kind in the fridge. No problem. Not enough to serve for dinner, fine if a couple of people wanted a snack, sure. I don't care. But how many pots and dishes does it take to heat up some soup? And ripping open that tuna can and eating it with their fingers? Do you know how that stuff drips? Had to stop everything to clean stuff off the floor, clean the stove -- got to bed an hour later than I planned, but I guess that doesn't matter to *some* people.

*Some* people will find some big surprises in their lunch plates one day, you can count on it. If anyone can get revenge, it's a galley crew. I'm gonna have to have a long talk with Chef one of these days. I wonder if he has a clue what kinda stuff goes on with some of this crowd during the evening. I know he knows about the booze problem, he fixed that really good, but this trashing the kitchen during snack breaks cause Chef ain't there to scold them's gotta stop.

current mood: aggravated

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