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My name is Pat and I live in Florida. My skin will never be smooth again and my hair will never see color. I enjoy collecting autographs and playing in Paint Shop Pro.,along with reading and writing. Sometimes, I enjoy myself by doing volunteer "work" helping celebrities at autograph shows. I love animals and at one time I did volunteer work for Tippi Hedren's Shambala Preserve.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Mercurochrome? What's that?

A comment was asked by Jeff, from a previous post I did, (re: Black and White) as to what DID ever happen to Mercurochrome? Now, I do know many of you under the age of 40 won't even know what Mercurochrome is... so let's just say, it was very similiar to Iodine. It was used for scrapes and cuts and one day just seemed to disappear off of pharmacy shelves.

Wondering if I could find out the answer to this I, naturally, Googled the word and came up with an answer! (whoa!) I found it on a site called Straight Dope. So, here for Jeff, and anyone else old enough to remember Mercurochrome is the answer I found, in the form of a question and answer...

Dear Cecil: I had skin surgery recently and was told to apply Mercurochrome to aid in scar less healing. The product, once widely available, is sold by only one vendor in Boise, and I'm told they manufacture their own. Another pharmacist told me they were not allowed to handle or sell it. What happened to this antiseptic that I grew up with? --David Young, Boise, Idaho

Cecil replies:

You're dating yourself, pops. Few under age 30 have ever heard of this stuff. In 1998, the U.S. Food and Drug Administration declared that Mercurochrome, generically known as merbromin, was "not generally recognized as safe and effective" as an over-the-counter antiseptic and forbade its sale across state lines. A few traditionalists complained: Whaddya mean, not generally recognized as safe? Moms have been dabbing it on their kids' owies since the Harding administration! But the more reasonable reaction was: It's about time.

For many years the FDA, faced with the task of regulating thousands of pharmaceuticals and food additives, many of which long predated federal oversight, has maintained the so-called GRAS (generally recognized etc) list, originally compiled as a way of grandfathering in products like Mercurochrome that had been around for ages and hadn't hurt or killed a noticeable number of people. Recognizing that from a scientific standpoint such a standard left a lot to be desired, the FDA has been whittling away at the unexamined products on the GRAS list over time. Mercurochrome and other drugs containing mercury came up for scrutiny as part of a general review of over-the-counter antiseptics that began in 1978, and for good reason--mercury in large enough doses is a poison that harms the brain, the kidneys, and developing fetuses. While no one's offered evidence of mass Mercurochrome poisoning, the medical literature contains scattered reports of mercury toxicity due to use of the antiseptic, and these days the burden of proof is on drug manufacturers to show that their products' benefits outweigh the risks. In the case of Mercurochrome and many other mercury-containing compounds, that had never been done.

The FDA initially proposed clipping Mercurochrome's GRAS status in 1982 and asked for comment. Hearing little, the FDA classified the antiseptic as a "new drug," meaning that anyone proposing to sell it nationwide had to submit it to the same rigorous approval process required of a drug invented last month. (This took place in 1998--nobody's going to accuse the FDA of rushing to judgment.) It's not out of the question that a pharmaceutical company will do so someday--published research on Mercurochrome, though hardly abundant, suggests the stuff is reasonably effective. However, the approval process is time-consuming and expensive and any patent protection Mercurochrome might once have had surely expired long ago. For the foreseeable future those yearning for that delicious Mercurochrome sting will have to look somewhere else.

So.. there you have it. Now we all know what happened to Mercurochrome!

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Fingers Crossed!

Ohhhhh, how I hope this is true!! (doin' the happy dance!)

Good news (hopefully) for LOTR fans!... I found this on the web...

Nov 29, 2006 Jackson thrown Hobbit lifeline

It looks like Peter Jackson will direct the movie version of the Lord of the Rings prequel The Hobbit after all.

There was uproar last week when New Line Cinema told the director he was no longer needed.

But Jackson been thrown a life line by film producer Saul Zaentz who holds the screen rights to Tolkien Enterprises.

Zaentz has told The Sun newspaper the rights to The Hobbit fall back to his company next year and when that happens, Jackson will be back on the project.

Well, hello! Someone woke up before it was to late! No one could make the movie of the Hobbit better then Peter Jackson!! I really, really, REALLY, hope it gets in the works soon!!

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The 30 Meme

30 Things I have never done Meme...

1. I have never seen Yosemite or the Red Woods

2. I have never been out of the USA

3. I have never had a daughter. (two sons, no girls)

4. I have never seen a Broadway play

5. I have never sky dived or bungie jumped (and don't plan to!)

6. I have never had anything published

7. I have never seen Alaska or Hawaii

8. I have never had a massage

9. I have never had a facial

10. I have never been able to find any family history

11. I have never met Harrison Ford or Sean Connery (dang!)

12. I have never been in a movie or on stage.

13. I have never felt pretty

14. I have never had a cactus garden (sorry Naomi!)

15. I have never bought something without having to check the price first!

16. I have never had major surgery of any kind

17. I have never met my father

18. I have never got to say the word "daddy"

19. I have never traveled in an RV

20. I have never won anything

21. I have never purchased anything from an expensive store

22. I have never been to the Olympics (but would love to!)

23. I have never had a mentor

24. I have never been really good at anything.

25. I have never been in jail. (might not be bad if I had Morgan Freeman as a friend in there lol)

26. I have never been in a car accident. (did have one with my motorcycle once)

27. I have never walked out of a movie

28. I have never flown first class

29 I have never liked diamonds

30. I have never thought my life would be what it is.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Only a few days left...

Only a few days left.. the Turkey Rush is on!

My guess is that most ladies that cook for Thanksgiving have already begun! If not the baking then the food shopping, which is anything but joyful standing in those long lines! You can forget buying bagged ice for now... by the time you get checked out, it's water! Needless to say, Ice Cream doesn't do any better.

I feel sure the 20 lb turkeys are trying to defrost in the refrigerators as we speak (I know ours is).

I have to say stuffed turkey is one of my all time favorites. I love, love, love turkey gravy and bread (pepperidge farm) stuffing!! I make mine with lots of chopped onions and celery, I add four (cubed) slices of fresh white bread and fresh rye bread to the pepperidge farm crumbs, and also take a small bag of walnuts and pound it to dust and add that, along with 2 beaten eggs, more poultry seasoning and pepper... that's about all my stuffing consists of. (oh and a full tub of land-o-lakes "spread" that i cook the celery and onions in)

My job at the house is to make and stuff the bird and make the gravy... all the other stuff David cooks. Which I am very happy about because as much as I love Rutabegas, I absolutely hate trying to peel and chop them up! Rutabegas bring up a very old memory. When I was really young my mother would cook a Rutabega and mash it up and mix it with the mashed potatoes because my brother hated them... when he'd say the potatoes tasted funny she would say that they were "New York Potatoes". Every year my brother would tell her not to get NY Potatoes!

Even though David cooks mashed potatoes and bakes sweet potatoes and such I don't eat them for my meal. He often gets frustrated with me because of it. He knows I love sweet potatoes and keeps asking why I won't eat them.. well, it's simple! I only get turkey stuffing and gravy once a year and I'd rather fill myself on that then anything!! So all that hits MY plate is a little turkey, lots of stuffing, lots of gravy, some baby brussel sprouts and jellied cranberry sauce! But I will say this: I sure don't go away hungry!!

The next best taste after Turkey Day is over is Turkey soup! Mmmmmmmm.. boy I can't wait!

The one other memory that Thanksgiving always brings to me is from when I lived in California. My friends, the Kelley's always went to a friends home for that particular holiday, but I could never see them coming home to "no leftovers" and so I (who lived alone) would get a 20 lb turkey and stuff that baby to the gills. The "day after" I would go over and bring them turkey and stuffing and all the goodies so that they could have another hot meal of it. Then when I got around to making the turkey soup I would bring a really big container of the soup. Carolyn and De both loved it.. Carolyn ,probably more then De since she hated to cook lol. And yes, they could have afforded a cook but they were very private people and didn't allow any sort of workers in their home. A gardener was the extent of their "frivolous" help.

So this particular holiday can't go by that I don't think of them, and wish they were still around for me to cook for. But I'll still make that stuffing and still eat it until I am nearly sick!

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Challenge Excepted and Done!.. woohoo!

Over at (sometimes) Photoblog, Steven who holds Feline Fridays, posed a challenge

can anyone get a photo of their cat looking at Pickle, who is looking at Eclipse, who is looking at Pickle?

... why yes Steven I can!! I put Pickle's photo up and low and behold Winkey came to have a look-see!

Thursday, November 16, 2006

A Fall Day

Mary’s hair had turned gray some time ago and she had grown all too aware of how short life is.
Her mind often wandered to the past, to a place when time was of no great importance. Today, however, was one of those days that reality was slapping her in the face. Today she felt old and somewhat tired. She needed desperately to get her mind somewhere other than where it was.

It was a fall day. The sun was full, and though it was cool, there was no breeze to chill her when she wandered outside. Putting one foot in front of the other she moved mindlessly into the back yard. She glanced down at the fall flowers she had planted and then looked up to notice that the tops of the trees were becoming bare. Soon it would be winter again. Her head bent down and she saw the leaves that had fallen from the tree, when something inside of her made her kick her foot to make the leaves take flight once again. She took step after step repeating the scuffling of her feet to make the leaves jump up and fly to the side or ahead of her.
As her walk ended, she raised her head and found that she had wandered into the woods beyond her yard. Suddenly her eyes filled with tears as she looked into the forest. There was a time…,” she thought as she drew in a deep breath and let out a sigh.
Her eyes tried to rid their selves of the water that had so often filled them so that she might clearly see the tree that she found herself reaching out to. Gently, almost lovingly, she touched the tree but her eyes began to fill once again. She started to walk, the fallen leaves were deeper then they were in her yard. Listening to the rustle of the dead leaves became soothing to her, and she began to feel a calm washing over her.

The creek,” she remembered, “it should be right over here.”

She was right; winding around the trees and splashing over intermittent rocks she spotted the small creek. Finding a large boulder she sat down to watch the creek as it floated some of the very leaves she had walked thru, down the winding stream of water, to who knows where.

Time passed when she began to realize that she was no longer sad. She felt tranquil sitting there in the forest, listening to the sounds of the creek and hearing the occasional squirrel rushing about trying to store enough food for the winter.

It was the leaves. The leaves had led her here. The leaves, if only for a while took away her pain and her fear that her life was nearly over. She leaned back on the rock and let her feelings flow from her. The treetops were barren, but in the spring they would come alive once more.

She decided she wanted to be in this very spot to see the new leaves when spring arrived. Drawing in a breath of the cool fall air she sat up and let herself slide off of the rock and onto the ground full of leaves. She picked up a handful and put them to her face to smell them. Smiling for the first time since the day had begun, she tossed a leaf into the creek and felt at peace as she watched it float away.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Getting to Know you...

Roxy Mama is doing something at her journal where you post links of old entries that you feel tell the most about you.

"A get to know you better post."

I'm not sure how this will go but below are a few links to old posts that I believe let you learn things about me. (however if you've read my journal a long time you've already read them! However, you may be like me and refreshing your mind might be a good idea.)





"If you choose to take this assignment.... you can leave a link with RoxyMama...this message will self destruct."


One thing I'm not sure you will or won't learn in those posts is my love of Fantasy Fiction and Sci Fi (Fantasy books and movies/ Sci Fi movies).. and now that I've told you that about myself I want to share yet another link with you. One from a new journal I have found. For aol folks, I will tell you, it is not an aol journal but if you have an interest in Fantasy/ Sci Fi it's a journal you shouldn't miss.

It's called: Fantasy & Sci Fi Lovin' Blog . It is run by a lady in California going by the alias of SQT. Along with contributors Stewart Sternberg and Crunchy Carpets, they have a really fun filled and interesting journal. They cover it all! Movies, books, comics, you name it and they write about it. It's really a fun read for anyone who considers theirself a Fantasy/ Sci Fi Fan, so please stop by and then let me know what you think of their journal!

Friday, November 10, 2006

Who Am I?

My girlfriend Annie reminded me of someone's Birthday, so I thought I would post this little game to see if you know who's Birthday it is...

WHO AM I?....

1..I am an internationally famous and well respected bodybuilder

2..I am a successful author with two books

3..I was born in Brooklyn, New York, in 1951 (Today is my Birthday!) the age of 21 I won my first Mr. Universe title.

5..I also played professional football in the Canadian Football League

click here for answer.. and here

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Me? A Tarot Card?

Fond of Snape had this What Tarot Card Are You and silly me tried it...

I am The Moon... well, I know my butt resembles the size of the moon but that's about it!

I almost laughed when I read one sentence in it that reads: You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial Ya think?!! Duh.. well, yeah, like 7 years of it so far! So the words: "you may" made a cha slip thru my lips.

The card also says it's of great creativity and powerful magic. I could use alot of both! My creativity has taken a dump, and I sure could use some powerful magic to make it come back!

If you dare. check it out and see what your Tarot card is, and let me know in a comment....

You are The Moon

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.

The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

The card spoke of dreams, and boy I had a strange one last night. Not sure where it came from or why.

There were 2 men sitting in a sailboat on a trailer.. the boat tipped over and I remember watching it happen. I called out to the men, "should I call 911?".. when I heard a moan I called 911. I guess I thought I got them and waited but no one came, I tried to call again and again and each time something strange would happen. One time I got put on hold, so I hung up and called again.. this time whoever was on the other end spoke a language I didn't understand. Try as I may I just couldn't get anyone to come and help these two men. Finally someone I couldn't see said to stop trying.. they are ok. and I woke up very upset. Really weird.

I don't have dreams like that often, but when I do I always wonder what prompted it. And to not know anyone in the dream but myself was stranger yet. If anyone interprets dreams, and this one "isn't good".. don't leave it in a comment! Sheesh... at least today is sunny and bright after a day of heavy rains yesterday.

I'm looking forward to Saturday, when I am going to yet another convention. This time not to help anyone, or even get an autograph, but to meet up with someone I knew long ago, Richard Arnold. He worked for Gene Roddenberry for years and did alot of Trek Conventions. Now he works for Creation Entertainment and they are having a 3 Captains, 40th Anniversary con. I am going only because Richard is there. I won't get the expensive ticket just a day pass, and you don't get anything with that except the "privilege" to walk around. But that's all I need, as long as I get to see and spend some time with someone I knew back in CA. and haven't seen since I moved east 7 yrs ago... boy is he in for a "gray-haired shock!" when he see's me!... I'll report on it Sunday I'm sure.

Monday, November 06, 2006

... but it's not real.

Is it possible to get obsessed over a place that isn't real?

I worried about this for some time when I made my computer wallpaper (actually one of many). Below is a piece of my desktop wallpaper. It's part of how I vision the land of my story I wrote. "Kesterwood Forest". In the story there is an old man, Abbercorn, who's looks would remind me alot of Ian McKellen as Gandalf, and so I used a small picture of Gandalf to represent Abbercorn. And a white owl, who's name is Rhys.

As I was dinking around with the pictures to do this wallpaper, I worried that it means too much to me. Then I thought some more and realized that I know many people who have pictures of Star Wars and Star Trek and Harry Potter on their computers... so, maybe I'm not so crazy after all?

Sometimes I look at the picture and find myself staring at it. Wishing there was such a place and such a man as Abbercorn. I realize it's called "escapism", and I find that I do it as much as possible these days. I'm just not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I think stress and anxieties are ruling my body (at least I hope that's what it is). Even when I write in this journal or in an IM to a friend , I find myself making sooooooooooo many more typo's then I did not that long ago.

I don't know if it's because my mind isn't 100% on what I'm doing or if i'm really loosing more brain cells then I imagine for someone my age.

So at times, when I return to my wallpaper I sometimes just have a good cry... and other times I find my mind wandering thru that particular Forest hoping to run into some of the characters I wrote about . I find it comforting. I wonder if others that have fantasy places and people on their computer do the same thing... is it possible that it could be just me?

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Book and Quiz

This is one of those 2 for one entries... I was tagged by Jeff to do a book meme, where you turn to page 123 of the nearest book to you and count down 5 sentences and write the next 5 sentences, so here it goes...

From the book Dragons of a Vanished Moon by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman:

"If that meant an elf maiden could no longer carry her dancing shoes, so be it. Most thought this stricture harsh in the extreme and grumbled incessantly. Someone came up with the idea of building a litter that could be dragged along behind and soon many of the elves began lashing together tree limbs to haul their goods. Gilthas watched and shook his head. "You will never force them to abandon their treasures, my love," said the Lioness, "Do not try lest they come to hate you."

It's a good book.. part of a Trilogy of many books in the DragonLance Series. But you might not be able to tell it from this passage.

Then Gem had one of those little quizzes to take so i took it... sure wouldn't mind if there was some credence to it! ha ha ha... "Excuse me Mr. Lucas, Mr Spielburg and Mr Howard, but as you see I've been told I should be a Film Writer"

You Should Be a Film Writer
You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.
You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.
Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.
And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Do You Really have to be Crazy to Talk to Yourself?

Over at Mavarin's today she discussed talking with some of her characters that she has written about. In a flash I remembered something I hadn't thought of in years and went in search of a tiny booklet I had purchased from Creations Entertainment years ago.
After about an hour of searching I finally found what I was looking for!

It is a Debate written by Walter Koenig of Star Trek fame, way back in 1986. The debate happens between Chekov (his character) and Koenig (himself). I am going to take the time to type it all out and ask that if you have ever seen Walter as Chekov, then you can imagine his accent in the parts that are his character.

I was honored to see him do this on stage, from memory one time. It struck me , as he flipped from Chekov (accent and all) to Koenig without batting an eye, that he really was a better actor then he was getting credit for.
So.. for your enjoyment (I hope).. the great Chekov-Koenig Debate: (Or: You're never alone when you're schizophrenic)

Zdrastvuyte! The topic of this afternoon's debate... the human being versus the heroic alter-ego ,, or, more precisely, shall it be better to be a human person, and stumble along on a mortal coil, spanning three cre and the, while experiencing all manner of insufferable indignities resulting in depression and repression and oppression? Or to be the heroic alter-ego and soar amount the stars in an epic life or mythical proportions in an existence that courts eternity?
Representing the human person is Walter Koenig.
Representing the heroic alter-ego is me, Commander Pavel Chekov!
We will hear first the opening comments of Mr. Koenig.
Thank you. By the way, the name is pronounced Kaynig. ... Well, I think the advantages of being a human are self evident. I mean, look at me....
Must we?!
After all, here I am, flesh and blood, fully dimensional...not an alter-ego concoction of some hack's whim and caprice. Not a purple prose product plucked from the printed page, but a human being, an inspiration of many years int he crafting. A fine blend of passion, perception and philanthropy. God's work, nature's pride....
My God, I think I'm going to be sick! Can you believe this Cossack?! Tis is the noble piece of work, ladies and gentlemen, who go caught sitting on the john with his pants down in an airplane bathroom! Don't worry, I read that book you wrote. Listen to this people: he writes a book all about himself and he puts my name on the cover in order to sell it!
Now, that's out of line....
What was out of line were all the people waiting outside the bathroom for an autograph when the door opened by mistake. Actually, the autograph they wanted was mine, not yours!
Telling that story is really hitting below the belt, but since you're so intent on telling toilet tales, what about that time in Space Seed when Mr Khan first came aboard the Enterprise and you hadn't even graduated to the bridge yet? You were still working on the third deck behind the boiler room... and were so sick with Malapropski's Malady... a twenty-third century version of Montezuma’s Revenge... that you had hidden yourself away in the bathroom, and had been there for hours and hours while poor Khan, his genetically engineered kidneys about to explode, pounded pitiably on the bathroom door again and again until it finally swung open, you stepped out: he grabbed you and said, "Your face! I will never forget!" It was that incident that warped his entire personality. I mean, if it wasn't for that incident, he could have been a nice guy in a white suit with a small friend. I mean, if it wasn’t for that incident, he would never have captured the Reliant, or caused it to be destroyed forced Terrell to commit suicide or damaged that Enterprise, or quoted Moby Dick!
Can you believe this ridiculous person?! Why do you keep telling people that I was in Space See? I was never in Space Seed!
And speaking of "heroic," what about that time in Deadly Years when you had that surge of adrenalin and didn't grow old because you were so frightened?!
You forget, if it wasn't for me sacrificing my body to science, Dr. McCoy would never have found an antidote. It was my unselfishness that saved the crew.
Oh sure, I remember: "More skin samples, Chekov, more blood samples, Chekov. It they keep this up I'm going to run our of samples!"
You are not a pleasant person. You also forgot how I fought and risked my life against the Klingons in The Troulbe with Tribbles because they insulted Captain Kirk, the finest Captain in the Federation! Would you have done the same for William Shatner?
Don't talk to me about courage.
You're right, I shouldn't. I mean, I know this guy who's coming out with a Chekov doll with an alarm clock in it... it doesn't have a bell, but you can set it so that every fifteen minutes it screams.
You know, you shouldn't get too funny with me, kiddo. If we should engage in a little fist-a-cuffs, you wouldn't stand much of a chance. When you started on Star Trek you were already thirty-one. When I came aboard the Enterprise, I was only twenty-two. I've got nine years on you, boychik! Besides, I look a lot better than you do.
Sure, with six pounds of makeup and three thousand dollar, custom made uniforms. Look, this is getting out of hand. What do you say we elevate this debate to a higher plane?
Sure, like the one in which you lost your pants in the bathroom?
No, no, no. Let's discuss the ramifications intendant on the separate identities of the human being and alter-ego.
What did he say?
For example, I've got a life that goes on 24 hours a day. Yours... at it's best in the sixties... was one hour a week. And now in the eighties... It's what?.... a couple of hours every two or three years?
I see your point.
Sure. I live every minute of the day. I breathe the air, I smell the flowers, I experience the weather changing. I interact with a thousand different people in a thousand different ways.
Very true, very true. What I wouldn't give to breathe the smog, to smell flowers around the stockyards and slaughter houses. To experience onehundred degree temperatures in the summer and tornadoes, floods, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions the rest of the year. Not to mention interacting with a thousand different people, half of whom either want o blow up the world or segregate all those who live in it. So much the better to live like that than to travel the stars, to work in peace and love aboard a fabulous ship with people of all nationalities. To have extraordinary adventures, to learn and grow from these experiences, all the time maintaining the prime directive. Boy oh boy, what I wouldn't give to be in your Guccis!
Okay, Okay. Speaking of "peace and love" what about physical love? Man doesn't live by close encounters of the third kind alone you know. What about sex, the rapturous joy, the unbridled euphoria, the exquisite pleasure of deeply personal, shared intimacy between two loving people? I challenge you to tell me of even one profound sexual experience you have had... not in The Apple, not in Spectre of the gun, not even in The Way to Eden. I mean, I've seen every one of your shows (over and over again, God knows!) and never once did I see you do more than kiss a girl.
Very true, very true, but then you didn't see what was left on the cutting room floor. Talk about your Star Trek outtakes!
Yeah, well, we call those "bloopers"!
Believe me, kiddo, those were not bloopers. Throughout several galaxies Pavel Chekov is known as... how shall I say this with humility?... an incredible lover.
I believe it.
Well, at last you're learning something.
Sure. When I think of the lyricism of love, the poetry of passion, the very first image that comes to mind is you... and that drill thrall from Gamesters of Triskelion.
You know, I think I am going to throw a bowl of borsht in your face!
Not to mention your way with women in Day of the Dove why you tried to rape that poor Klingon lady. Now that was a smooth move!
I was not in my right mind.
That happens to you a lot, doesn't it?
I was not in my right mind only one time in my entire life!
Really? What about Mirror, Mirror when you tried to assassinate your beloved Captain?
That wasn't me!
It wasn't?
Or course not!
Then who was it?


The other Pavel Chekov.
Your twin brother?
I have no brother!
So it was the other Pavel Chekov who looks exactly like you, but it wasn't you, and it wasn't your twin brother because you don't have a twin brother?
I already said that.
So it was the other Pavel Chekov who looks exactly like you, but it wasn't you, and it wasn't your twin brother because you don't have a twin brother, and only ONE time in your life you weren't in your right mind?!
You keep repeating everything!
I'm only trying to make a point.
You know what?
I think you were invented by a little old parrot from Leningrad!
Oh, yeah, well, let me tell you something: If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have any of those great adventures on Ceti Alpha V and Genesis.
Oh, yeah, well, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn’t be at this convention right now!
Oh yeah, you turkey!
Turkey? Cossack!
Cossack? Nerd!
Nerd? Bolshevik!
Oh yeah?
DA, DA?!
DA, YEAH....
(at this point Mr Chekov...Koenig, still muttering to himself, is dragged off stage by two men in white outfits.)