when are we gonna get bones narrating space: the final frontier just imagine it
"space: the final frontier. these are the voyages of the starship enterprise. its five year mission—five years in space, god help me—to explore strange new worlds—jim, i swear to heaven above, don’t you touch that—to seek out new life—like that furry pteradactyl that almost killed me two days ago, you mean? primordial mating ritual my ass—and new civilizations—just try not to get sacrificed to any deities! that wasn’t a joke; do you hear me laughing?—to boldly go where no man has gone before—and with damn good reason, i’ll tell you that. oh, right, by all means, let’s explore the eternal darkness and invent photon torpedoes, what a brilliant idea—jim, if you don’t stop touching that, by jove—”
the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.