Forsan et haec olim scripsisse iuvabit.

A contractor has come and gone, and I am left with an enormous mechanical symbiote attached to the furnace. Theoretically it will simply pump much-needed moisture into the air, but it's got so much inherent personality that I keep imagining it's sending subliminal messages through the ductwork (e.g. "We are Humidifier of Borg. Aridity is futile. You will be saturated.") But as long as the dang thing keeps my mucous membranes happy, I am happy to welcome our new HVAC overlords.

Sniggled from evil_little_dog:

If you see this, post a quote from Star Trek in your journal.

All righty, then:

Worf: [on Klingon physiognomy, then and now] It is a long story. We do not discuss it with outsiders.

I get the impression that Klingons do not write fanfiction ...

Jim MacDonald on a truth of small-town living in certain parts of the United States (such as the one where I grew up):

So this stranger comes to a small town, and he’s talking with one of the locals, and he says, "I bet this is the kind of place where folks don’t even lock their cars."

"Nope," says the local. "Everyone’s very careful to lock up in summer."

"Why’s that?"

"'Cause if you don’t, you’ll find your car is full of zucchini."

Recipe for iconic summer treat follows here.

In other news, kanja177 points me to the LOLCAT recension of a Classic Star Trek episode. Don't miss it!