Little sisters are from....Ceti Alpha V?

My sister and I share a mutual interest besides a strong belief in G-d: We are both Trekkies. Recently, my sister thought it a wonderful idea to post on her blog, http://thesavagepea.blogspot.com/
a little sample of what I thought was a private bit of email. Just so that everybody who may have missed it, here is what was said:

"I invited my brother to a BBQ for father's day. I had asked if he would bring buns and drinks? This is how he responded...:

'This is acceptable. We will comply. Split loaves for burnt ground animal flesh will be provided. Effervescent liquid regeneratives will be provided.We are the borg.'

"Then I asked if they prefer chicken or beef or both?
'We are the Borg. We have accessed our internal data banks and collective memory and can find no reference to chicken as referred to being the previously articulated 'ground animal flesh'. Further research has revealed that a human assimilated on earth date 2003, now part of unimatrix 007, sub-section pair/triumvate Majlogon, designate 6th of 7, subdesignate Maynerd, refers to ground animal flesh as 'cow'. This designate has verbalized to the collective, however, that a combination of ground animal flesh/cow and skinned/deboned animal flesh/chicken is acceptable. We concur. We will adapt to assimilate both.

Resistance is futile.

message/futile_borg=true then borg_response(resistance is futile)=1Majlogon of Borg'"

Now, in the interest of family harmony, it has befallen me to respond in kind. Not only does my sister have a star trek alter ego complete, I might add, with Star Trek uniform, but has also created one for her 18-month old daughter.

Proof, you say? See below!

My niece!
Beam Me Up, Scotty!

Meat grinders and first person shooters

A very strange thing has occured recently... actually a couple of things.

As many are no doubt aware, I have a mother and father who, as many might not be aware, are currently residents of this blogger's domicile. This presents no problems of any import other than the occasional and quite expected bumping of glutes in what might best be described as a three-butt-kitchen (there are four of us). It has been into this space that a new and somewhat antiquated home appliance has been added: A hand-cranked meat grinder. I am assured, however, that this appliance is absolutely necessary and will be used after careful and thorough de-rusting to produce ground meat delicacies of the highest order. As I am aquainted with the chef concerned herewith, I am more than happy to sit back and prepare to be put awash in such meals as, heretofore, I have not had. So enters the meat grinder.

The second, and somewhat more personal, addition to my daily life has been the introduction of another in my household to the "first person shooter" genre of computer games. Now, before any nasty rumors are started, let me start one first: It was I who introduced my life partner to the wonders of Far Cry and Medal of Honor Allied Assault. This, I thought, would allow me a rather easy target on which to unload various weapons.

Wrong.

It seems that this individual not only is a rather quick study but was, in fact, a police sharp shooter of rather prodigious ability. This has allowed her, in short order, to use tactics that render her not only difficult to locate, but rather difficult to evade. This is getting fun!

God help me!