Thought you might like to see the most recent photo of me and my navigator on our trip to the Jovian moons on Sunday.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
De Profundis (yet again)
I shall start by being frank ;let’s face it, I’ve tried just about everyone else. It has been a bloody awful year here in the Struthius household, a fact that has led the Mem to dub it (in Queenly fashion) our Anus Horriblis. Forget Annus, Anus best emphasises the fundamental arsey- ness of the past 12 months.
I have only been spared from lapsing into complete insanity by my expeditions in realis secundus with my travelling companion 7 of 9. Together we have toured the Galactic rim and would have travelled further had she not inadvertently sat on, and broke, the Trans Galactic control knob atop the gear stick in the “Flying Ostrich.” Oh, how we laughed.
The Mem ever a dampener has, as she puts it, “kept me grounded” by maintaining a constant litany of complaint against my unworldliness. This invariably starts (Rob Wilton style) with the question, “What good are you?” and continues with a recounting of my failures; as she points out, it must constitute some sort of record that anyone could have existed, (she has a cruel tongue) into 7 decades and still remain so ignorant! As I point out, however, I’m always able to reply promptly and without equivocation to any question put to me; I simply reply, “I don’t know.” It was ever the motto of the “Ostrich Club” that “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise.”
I am called to attention by “herself” who, in return for a cuppa, requires me for domestic duties. Time for 7 of 9 and I to get that knob mended!
I enclose a photo taken by the remote camera of my recent (September) trip in the “Flying Ostrich” to Sigma 9 Draconis; a wild and unstable planet with frequent seismic anomalies.

Needless to say my understandable mistake soon became apparent!
I have only been spared from lapsing into complete insanity by my expeditions in realis secundus with my travelling companion 7 of 9. Together we have toured the Galactic rim and would have travelled further had she not inadvertently sat on, and broke, the Trans Galactic control knob atop the gear stick in the “Flying Ostrich.” Oh, how we laughed.
The Mem ever a dampener has, as she puts it, “kept me grounded” by maintaining a constant litany of complaint against my unworldliness. This invariably starts (Rob Wilton style) with the question, “What good are you?” and continues with a recounting of my failures; as she points out, it must constitute some sort of record that anyone could have existed, (she has a cruel tongue) into 7 decades and still remain so ignorant! As I point out, however, I’m always able to reply promptly and without equivocation to any question put to me; I simply reply, “I don’t know.” It was ever the motto of the “Ostrich Club” that “Where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise.”
I am called to attention by “herself” who, in return for a cuppa, requires me for domestic duties. Time for 7 of 9 and I to get that knob mended!
I enclose a photo taken by the remote camera of my recent (September) trip in the “Flying Ostrich” to Sigma 9 Draconis; a wild and unstable planet with frequent seismic anomalies.

Needless to say my understandable mistake soon became apparent!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Struthius on Mars
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Hadrons and Black Holes
Todays worrying event at CERN has occasioned my departure from the planet together with 7 0f 9. Surprisingly, and thankfully, the Mem has refused to join us.
I send you greetings from Deneb Prime where I shall remain with aforementioned 7 of 9 cruising a sea of heavy hydrocarbons and other gooey material until this particle business is proved safe.
Sincerely as ever,
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