March 01, 2004

On The Very Heels- Now More Winnerific Than Ever!

Yep, another caption contest already. The Screamer Howard Dean might be pretty much out of the race but he's still putty in our photoshoppy little hands.
UPDATE: And yes, I did manage to get out of bed this afternoon today and decide upon a winner.

Go on over to Snooze Button Dreams and tell Jim what a great job he did and maybe he'll share the wealth of his fantabulous prize which I have to send to him as soon as I can find it. Under the bed? In my drawers? Who knows?
Way to go, Jim!
Desk drawers, people.... geez.

Again, please put your captions in the comments. This one will run only until Monday, March 1, sometime in the morning or afternoon, depending on when I decide to get up. And as usual, who knows what goodies lie in store for the winner?
and needless to say, thanks again to Bob for sharing his art.

Posted by LeeAnn at March 1, 2004 12:01 PM
Comments

Captian's log, star date 27.4.9038. Today we approached the strange inhabited planet known as Primaria. Upon making first contact, I was suddenly overtaken by the sudden need to scream and wave my fists about. Doctor McCoy is researching this behavior.

Posted by: Tiffany at February 26, 2004 01:50 PM

We're going to sickbay, and we're going to the brigg, and we're going to engineering, and we're going to the transporter room, then we're going to the bridge to to take back my chair. YYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 26, 2004 04:02 PM

Scotty, YOU have the power. YOU HAVE THE POWER.

Posted by: Jim-Parkway Rest Stop at February 26, 2004 05:44 PM

"Set course for Vermont, Mister Checked-off, warped factor 6. I hope we got this flight through Priceline.com..."

Posted by: Tuning Spork at February 26, 2004 06:03 PM

"Captain to Sick-Bay, Bones, hows the campaign doing?"

"He's dead Jim"

Posted by: Stephen Macklin at February 26, 2004 07:05 PM

We come in peace,
Shoot to kill,
Shoot to kill,
Shoot to kill.
We come in peace,
Shoot to kill,
Scotty beam me up!

Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 26, 2004 07:27 PM

Bridge to campaign room: Warp factor 5.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at February 26, 2004 07:27 PM

Scotty, we need more power! Warp factor 10, Warp factor 15, Warp factor 20!!! YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Posted by: Teresa at February 26, 2004 07:57 PM

To boldly go where my wife won't go at all...

Posted by: Jeff at February 26, 2004 08:43 PM

1. Republicans on the starboard bow! Arghhhhhhh.
2. In space, no one can hear you scream.
3. Dean - the final frontier.


Posted by: Simon at February 26, 2004 11:11 PM

Although all citizens of the Federation are considered equal, Starfleet quickly discontinued its "Special Captains" program.

Posted by: Jim at February 27, 2004 04:47 AM

You're right, Spock. I am illogical. Now, shove those pointy ears up your own ass and get us out of here.

Posted by: Jeff at February 27, 2004 05:33 AM

Now, Spock, if you'll quit being so damn logical, we'll beam down your clothes.

Posted by: SilverBlue at February 27, 2004 05:57 AM

And if I press *this* button it sends an electric shock through th- YEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Posted by: Ted at February 27, 2004 06:34 AM

Must. Not. Be. Stupid.

Posted by: Ted at February 27, 2004 06:34 AM

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting to take you away
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds
And youíre gone

(click my name to hear the worst Beatles cover of all time)

Posted by: Howard Shatner at February 27, 2004 09:17 AM

This MUST be a civilized planet, Spock! Look! Bike paths! BIKE! PATHS! Don't you know what that means?!

Posted by: kara at February 27, 2004 12:12 PM

...And I think itís gonna be a long long time
Till touchdown brings me round again to find
Iím not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no......Iím a rocket man!
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone...

Posted by: zonker at February 27, 2004 12:24 PM

Episode 45 -- A transporter malfunction causes Capt. Howard's personality to splinter into two distinct halves, eerily "normal" (pictured here) and "screaming lunatic" (not shown).

Posted by: topdawg at February 27, 2004 12:30 PM

We're doomed!

Posted by: Genuine at February 27, 2004 05:24 PM

Mr. Solo...there was no beginning, there can be no end, all I do is sit and spin.

Posted by: MileHighCyn at February 27, 2004 05:55 PM

"That Impulse Power was a real mistake."

Posted by: meg at February 27, 2004 07:08 PM

Warped Speed, Scotty. The UN has given us permission to evacuate our waste on planet Bush-43.

Posted by: Velociman at February 27, 2004 10:37 PM

Dammit Jim I'm a doctor, Not a President!

Posted by: Goose at February 28, 2004 06:27 PM

I'm $400,000 in debt?!?!?!?! Get me Priceline!

Posted by: Jeff at February 29, 2004 06:55 AM

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Sensors still cannot locate a passage to Dem0crat-04 in the Primary system, we shall continue searching. I suspect our computer's were sabotaged by the medion storm we encountered weeks ago after a brief encounter with the strange force known only as Yeeaarrrrrgh.

I fear that the level of morons is rising outside the ship while the peon count continues to fall inside.

Posted by: Neo at February 29, 2004 08:38 AM

[Edited, made better]

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Sensors still cannot locate a passage to Demo-crat 4 in the Primary system, we shall continue searching. I suspect we traveled off course once our systems were irreparably damaged after a brief exposure to the strange force known only as Yeeaarrrrrgh. Our situation was made worse by the medion storm that soon followed.

I fear that the level of morons is rising outside the ship while the peon count continues to fall inside.

Posted by: Neo at February 29, 2004 08:51 AM

The orange hats were taken out, they might as well have been red shirts!

Posted by: marybeth at February 29, 2004 09:45 AM

Despite a smile displayed during filming, a disheartened Bill Shatner is expecting a large award against the plastic surgeon who did his last face lift.

Posted by: Tiger at February 29, 2004 12:43 PM

..."nope, DAMMIT! I STILL can't make that Joker face from Batman!... YEEAAAARRRRGHGHHHHHH!!

Posted by: Eric at February 29, 2004 02:54 PM

".....*blush*... sorry...

Posted by: Eric at February 29, 2004 02:54 PM

Spock, new plan! Have the replicator produce red shirts in Kerry's size. Beam them over to his headquarters immediately.

Posted by: Ted at March 1, 2004 06:28 AM

FUCK!

Posted by: Victor at March 1, 2004 12:35 PM

Victor? Was that your entry or did you catch it in the zipper again?

Posted by: LeeAnn at March 1, 2004 04:13 PM

Yee-Doggies!! It's all coming up aces today. Rock on with my bad self.

Posted by: Jim at March 1, 2004 06:05 PM

Once again, I think Ted had the funniest...do you think he's using mind control on me?

Posted by: Susie at March 2, 2004 07:51 AM

That was my entry, kinda. It captures my feelings of not being able to think of anything.

Posted by: Victor at March 2, 2004 09:37 AM

Mind control? Moi? I'll confirm or deny in a few days, depending on whether I get a package in the mail...

Posted by: Ted at March 2, 2004 11:33 AM