I like to spend my time doing things I like to do. If I'm not doing something I like, I'm just counting down the minutes until it's done. And I don't like counting down the minutes of my life.

Shit My Boyfriend Says While I'm Watching Star Trek.

Dan likes to ask me questions during movies. I want to go see the new Underworld, but I won't go see it with him until he watches the other three again so I don't have to explain the previous movies DURING the new one. Dan also has this amazing ability to time a question about a movie we're watching so that if I answer it I will be talking over the EXPLANATION TO IT IN THE MOVIE.

Here are a few of his inquiries and comments while we were watching Star Trek: First Contact last night (which, by the way, he has seen before):

Why are the Borg evil?
Why do they want to assimilate people?
So did they just mess up the timeline?
Is his gun magnetic?
Do humans only come from earth?
So are Orion slave women human?
Have you read Moby Dick?
Are all Klingons black?
Why are their foreheads like that?
Does she like him?
Who's your favorite Star Trek captain?
How did he kill him with that? Aren't they in the Holodeck?
Why is he so upset about that?
Why doesn't he want to be famous and make history?
So who were the first aliens to meet humans?
Were the Vulcans looking for humans?
Was he trying to get the Vulcans to notice him?
How could she be the FIRST Borg?
Why would they have that stuff on the ship if it can kill them?
How does he know she did something to Data? Is his skin tone different?
Data was on the Enterprise the whole time?
Where does all that armor come from? Do they grow it?