tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077773.post5529769414336420975..comments2024-03-26T15:22:25.095-06:00Comments on The Earliad: The Charge at NumidiaEarl J. Woodshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07963936256606285358noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077773.post-66642237340838525742019-11-18T19:50:47.212-07:002019-11-18T19:50:47.212-07:00As ever, Jeff, I love this comment far more than t...As ever, Jeff, I love this comment far more than the post that prompted it. Earl J. Woodshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07963936256606285358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077773.post-35924586205370940742019-11-16T23:08:26.470-07:002019-11-16T23:08:26.470-07:00"What the hell is this?" demanded Sir Pa..."What the hell is this?" demanded Sir Patrick Stewart, waving the print-out like a semaphore flag.<br /><br />"It appears to be a credit card statement for that item you purchased from Numidia. Apparently, you have been charged." Brent Spiner raised his eyebrows: "You have twenty-three days from the time of the transaction to pay the balance or at least apply a minimum payment."<br /><br />Gates McFadden could only gaze upon the truck from the Central Casting Corporation as a league of Napoleonic cuirassiers mounted on chargers emitted from its loading ramp and lighted upon the OBE's carefully manicured lawn. Jeff Shylukhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915415377502782962noreply@blogger.com