These are the voyages of the starship POC.

I' ve got something to say, boys and girls.
No, you know what? I'm starting with a history lesson.
In the middle ages, there was a sport that is little-known to most people. It was a brutal, horrible sport, and so naturally it was incredibly popular. It went like this: A group of men would chain a bear by a spiked iron shackle either on its neck or on its leg, confining it to a small area. Then they would take their hounds--not the floppy eared Mollie-esque squishy puppies that we see normally, but bloodthirsty dogs that had to hunt to stay alive and used their killer's instinct to please their masters--and set them on the bear. Then the men would sit back and place bets on who would win: the bear or the dogs. It was a horribly dangerous sport, mostly for the fact that whoever was chaining the bear down was putting their lives in mortal danger, but also because the bear could break loose and aim its frustration at the bystanders. This sport was called bear baiting.

Now, that being said, WHAT is the deal with all this blog baiting people have been doing? If you think acting purposely weird in front of me is going to get you blogged, you've got another thing coming! And if you DO make it into the blog, what makes you think you're going to like it? Most of the people I blog about want me to stop!

This is the reason for the rant: A couple of weeks ago, a bunch of us were supposed to get together to watch the extended Lord of the Rings DVDs. Everyone else was apparently lame (MICHAEL, I'm looking at YOU!) and backed out. It wound up just being me, Jen Berger, and Katina. A little while before we were supposed to meet up, Katina called to ask me about something, and mentioned, "Oh, by the way, I'm dressing for the evening."
"O....kay."
"I can't wait for you to see me."
"......?"
No further information given, but really, it wasn't that hard to deduce that she was going to come over in some form of Lord of the Rings costumery. My brain touched on everything from a simple LotR t-shirt to elf ears. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when she stepped out of her car.
Little Katina....little bitty tiny short Katina...was wearing a cape. It was black, but it hit her right above the ankles. That, coupled with her curly hair, made her look EXACTLY like one of the hobbits. As if she didn't ALREADY look like a hobbit. It was like a bad fanfiction as she ran up the driveway, mimicking the scene where the hobbits run across the bridge from the Balrog.
Then later, come to find out she had been over at one of the alumni's houses (Kim Davis). Apparently, Kim gave her the cape, and somewhere in conversation someone said the words, "I bet THIS will get you into the blog."
Seriously? This is what we're doing now?
Don't play with fire, people. You'll get a satirical, possibly scathing blog written about you. Katina, the cape was adorable, but you must serve as a warning to others.
Don't bait the blogmistress.

Also, the winner of our first POC blog poll was for me to compare each of the POCettes to a Star Trek character. So here goes:

Tonya is, of course, a borg. Do not fight the POC. You will be assimilated. We will add your distinctiveness to our own.

Lisa is Deanna Troi: Dark-eyed, empathetic, and looks good in anything she puts on.

Corrie is Tasha Yar-an interesting female who does things that defy her body build, like throw grown men over the Enterprise bridge. Corrie's just longer lived than Tasha, probably because she hasn't tangled with some big black puddle. If you don't get the reference, ask a trekkie nerd.

Michael is Chekov. Every two seconds you turn around and he's doing something you had no idea he could do.

Jeni Graves is Lwaxana Troi, flamboyant, histrionic, hilarious, and absolutely endearing.

Jen Berger is Scotty. Practical, fun, always fixing stuff you didn't know needed fixing or that you didn't think could be fixed, and all the time being incredibly cute without meaning to be.

Me? I'm Guinan, Whoopie Goldberg's recurring character on The Next Generation. Witty, sarcastic, always trying to come up with a new angle to help someone with the problems they bring to me. Also, I like bald men.

I also think a new Honorable Mention needs to be added to the POCettes! Introducing now, Shari Walker. Shari is one of Tonya's nearest and dearest, lives only a few minutes away, and has two of the coolest kids I've ever met. But you'd never guess Shari was a mom. It's her super power. She would be Sulu--always at the helm, and never speaks unless something is worth talking about, but you know she could bust some mad fencing moves if given half a chance.

I'm bored with this now. LOOK, SOMETHING SHINY!