For love of little things.
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
I can’t escape this now
Unless you show me how
So the Doctor wants to be a museum curator when he grows up.
…so basically, he will ALWAYS be keeping score. :D
I’ve been wondering how Star Fleet uniform changes would roll out inside the Trek universe. Like, is there a Fashion school at Starfleet Academy? Do they hire external consultants? When there’s a change, how does it get announced? Does Central Command just send a message on broad band subspace saying “UNIFORM CHANGES FOLKS. HERE’S THE REPLICATOR PATTERN. THANK YOU.” Regardless, there seems to be some definite thought behind it. Observe:
Not bad, not bad. Simple, stretchy, presumably comfortable though maybe a bit itchy in the armpits. It’s polymer you know. Still, one can be PRACTICAL in this outfit, and still, as Mr. Spock demonstrates, maintain some air of…dignity.
But, times change, things grow more complicated. Star Fleet decides it needs to send more of a message. Peace. Order. Commerce.
Also, we need to grow up and stop running around in our pajamas. Thus:
MMM yeeesss. Very dignified. Very OFFICIAL. One could TAKE OVER THE WORLD in these things folks - er, Explore we mean. (Oh and we changed around the command colors; just for variety)
Problem is, we all look a bit like Ken dolls. The damn things are just too tight. Our pecs may be showing to advantage, but it’s kind of hard to
take over the world explore when we can’t even sit down without getting a wedgie. That’s why even our flagship officers look a bit pissed off. (Except Wesley. He’s pissed off because he’s in a semi-sweater. Again).
No problem, there’s a program for that!
Presenting…Generation 2 WOOL REDUX. Thicker, roomier, but still maintaining that dignified allure. (Except for Deanna. We’re not sure what happened there). Good. We’ll keep this one for awhile.
But you know what? Space is COLD, man. And even with our nice new wool uniforms (hand replicated by Grandma ,folks!). Crewman were getting space-pneumonia. Not ALL star ships and star bases have environmental controls, you know. There’s a
war, I mean an exploration on.
So we bring you -
Introoooducing, the absolutely fabulous
pajamas blue-violet under-turtleneck! Specially designed to prevent space pneumonia (and also from you getting laid, ever. Abstinence turtleneck! The prude Captain’s best friend. Just look at Cadet Dan getting his abstinence on right here). Captain Kirk himself would approve!
Oh! AND, because we love to change things up, but didn’t want to confuse all the departments again, we just reversed the colors this time! It’s new! It’s great! It may or may not be worn only by ground staff versus flight staff, sometimes. It’s not confusing or weird at all! Right guys?
Yeah, ok. We admit we screwed this one up. Utter failure. We even put our best model on the job:
Even our beautiful Dax’s beautiful spots just couldn’t hide the under turtleneck.
Alright. We’ve tried pajamas, cat suits, wool suits, and pajamas again cleverly
not so hidden by reversed uniforms. The problem still remains. How do we look dignified, stay comfortable, prevent space pneumonia, and maybe relax a little bit on the abstinence clause?
Generation Much Better:
Ta Daaaa!!!! Not bad, not bad! Maybe a little too much black still, but we’ve cleverly turned your
pajamas under-turtlenecks into your department colors, with dazzling yet subtle wristbands to match. We’re definitely almost there. We’re just missing “dignified.” Maybe it’s the model. Cadet Paul is just a little too enthusiastic. Lets get someone else.
BINGO. Dignified with just that edge of “I gonna
kill you peacefully dialogue with you like a mo fo, son”
Well trekkers, it’s been a long road, but we think we finally did it. This uniform works so well, we’ve given it to everyone!
And, as Mr. Worf - Klingon fashion bon bon and accessorizor maxiumus - demonstrates,
it’s accessorizable! Note the handsome gold trim and ravishing belt, perfect for Admirals with advancing careers and even faster advancing synthahol-bellies.
But keep your hailing frequencies open, Star Fleet. Because fashion is an ever-changing tide, and if you don’t get the memo, you may find yourselves…
…left behind. In pajamas.
This has been, Alpha Quadrant Fashion corner!
No cadets were irreparably harmed in the making of this broadcast.
All I have
All I need
He’s the air I’d kill to breathe
Holds my love
In his hands
And still I’m searching for something
Out of breath I’m hoping
I’ll breathe again
There are three paths here. First. Our young lovers can try to express what they feel. They can try to play the half-heard song their hearts are singing. This is the path of the honest fool, and it will go badly. This thing between you is too tremulous for talk. It is a spark so faint that even the most careful breath might snuff it out.
Even if you are clever and have a way with words, you are doomed in this. Because while your mouths might speak the same language, your hearts do not. This is an issue of translation.
The second path is more careful. You talk of small things. The weather. A familiar play. You spend time in company. You hold hands. In doing so you slowly learn the secret meanings of each other’s words. This way, when the time comes you can speak with subtle meaning underneath your words, so there is understanding on both sides.”