I used to love Star Trek : The Next Generation. I still get a kick out of the time-space continuum episodes, but the neocon in me cringes at the relentless Leftism that some of the plots display. Still, there were the moments. This was one of my favorites:
That line (“if you prick me, do I not . . . leak”) has been running through my head today, ’cause I’ve got a migraine. When I get bad migraines, my eyes tear. I’m not crying — that is, there’s no emotion connected to the tearing. It’s more like the pressure in my brain forcing tears out of my eyes. In other words, like Data, I leak.
This leaking precludes higher brain function. In addition to doing a lot today (including a self-defense against weapons class, at which I was unusually clumsy), my leaking eyes made me disinclined to sit down and blog. It’s just distracting.
Tomorrow or the day after, when I’m feeling a little less lachrymose, I’ll tell you about the self-defense classes (yes, I took two this weekend), because they’re pretty interesting.
I’ll continue the faux Shakespearean vein of this post by saying, “now to bed,” which is definitely the best place for someone with an imminently exploding brain.