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I started writing Log Notes in the form of a Star Trek Ships Captain for the amusement of friends and to pass the time in isolation - here a some samplers.
Captain's Log
In my Isolated Pod detached from the main ship, the NCSS Pyrmont, out in the dark black hole which has become known as the Corona Constellation. I and my colleagues have been busy trying to avoid Space Cabin Fever and the COVID virus. My approach has been to keep busy with domestic duties like re-tiling the space bathroom and modernizing the galley bench tops. Lucky for us the Klingon's have been observing the Federation's Isolation directives which has given us the time to indulge our diversions. Life has become very repetitive and each day is starting to melt into the previous.
Out here in the Isolation Pods life is going on, and on and on. The days like gum on the bottom of your shoe are stretching from one step to the next. Food wise I have become so lazy that I can no longer be bothered pushing the button on the replicator and I feel like I am living on almonds and cashews. The cashews would be nice if I had some stir fried beef to go with them as well as some fried rice. This morning the Editorial Squadron now all in isolation from the mother ship still docked in stasis in the middle of the COVID black hole in Pyrmont, had a SLACK meeting [not a slack meeting but a meeting via the Slack App - who names these thing?]. The meeting was cheerful and it was nice to hear the voices of colleagues even if they were just icons on a phone screen bobbing in and out as the NBN failed the unfailed.
Captain's Log
In my Isolated Pod detached from the main ship, the NCSS Pyrmont, out in the dark black hole which has become known as the Corona Constellation. I and my colleagues have been busy trying to avoid Space Cabin Fever and the COVID virus. My approach has been to keep busy with domestic duties like re-tiling the space bathroom and modernizing the galley bench tops. Lucky for us the Klingon's have been observing the Federation's Isolation directives which has given us the time to indulge our diversions. Life has become very repetitive and each day is starting to melt into the previous.
Out here in the Isolation Pods life is going on, and on and on. The days like gum on the bottom of your shoe are stretching from one step to the next. Food wise I have become so lazy that I can no longer be bothered pushing the button on the replicator and I feel like I am living on almonds and cashews. The cashews would be nice if I had some stir fried beef to go with them as well as some fried rice. This morning the Editorial Squadron now all in isolation from the mother ship still docked in stasis in the middle of the COVID black hole in Pyrmont, had a SLACK meeting [not a slack meeting but a meeting via the Slack App - who names these thing?]. The meeting was cheerful and it was nice to hear the voices of colleagues even if they were just icons on a phone screen bobbing in and out as the NBN failed the unfailed.