The Girl took Darth Jingles, AKA The Cat, for a walk on
Saturday. It wasn’t a nice day for it, but she needed time to think. When a
newly minted sixteen-year-old says she needs time to think, it’s never good. I
didn’t realize my particular newly minted sixteen-year-old was quite so damaged
until she got back.
Plopping down beside me as soon as she returned, she
announced that she’s pretty sure Wookiees and Tribbles are somehow related.
They’re both furry and make similar noises, if you take into account their
relative size.
This is what comes of teaching teenage geeks evolutionary
science. Fine. I can play that game.
“That’s a great observation, honey, but they’re from
different universes.”
She paused and I heard the steampunk wheels turning: Star Wars – Star Trek. Yes, different universes.
“Crossovers happen. Doctor Who has a comic book series with
Star Trek Next Generation. This isn’t any weirder than that.”
A fair point. Deep breath. “Time line.”
Again wheels turn. I thought I even smelled a faint whiff of
steam this time. Coffee-scented, which was curious.
“Star Trek is in
the future, Star Wars is in the past.
Clearly Wookiees de-evolved over time to become Tribbles. What’s more, given
their ancestry, it’s not so surprising that Tribbles can decapacitate their
enemies in such a short time. It’s the only thing that makes sense when you
consider the Klingons considered them such a dangerous creature in The Original
Series. The Klingons? Tribbles? They have
to be Wookiee descendants.”
Face it, she wins.
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