Evil Spock asked me to guest blog for the holiday season, so I told my story of holiday disillusionment and lost innocence. Because my chosen persona — Ensign Redshirt — actually had some history on his site that didn’t match my backstory, some respectful editing ensued. Alas, my logic for selecting ER was that, in the mirror universe, anyone wearing a red shirt has a long and quiet life. With retirement benefits. To keep the time-continuum intact, Evil Spock had to bump me off on any future away missions.
Pity.
But thanks to the Vulcan for the opportunity to reminisce in third person.