My staff has presented me with what appears to be a miniature, plastic effigy of a creature with offensively pointy ears. This "Commander Spock" from "Art Asylum" (a rather dramatic name for a plastic factory) is, by my estimation, a glorified shelf-sitter. It possesses no inherent kinetic properties, no enticing scent, and no features designed to engage a …
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My human, in their infinite and baffling wisdom, has presented me with what appears to be a small, rigid statue of a particularly menacing human. The…
So, the Human has procured another plastic totem from one of its glowing-box-dramas, this one a particularly dour-looking specimen. It's from a brand…
My human, in a fit of what I can only describe as misplaced nostalgia, has acquired a small, rigid figurine of a rather theatrical-looking human name…
My human seems to believe that any object branded "Star Trek" will automatically hold my interest, a flawed assumption based on my appreciation for w…
My human, in his infinite and often misguided wisdom, has procured a large, white, winged object that he calls an "Enterprise." It is, from what I ca…