You know those ads, usually in Maxim-ish magazines, featuring a naked chick wrapped in a blanket with a dazed look on her face asking, “What the hell was that?”, the implication being that if you ingest the medicine being advertised your mere touch will be enough to transmit to your partner ten billion orgasms in the space of fifteen seconds?

That’s sort of how I felt when I stumbled back into the store tonight after my final delivery, dropping the hot bags as I punched in on the computer, and surveyed the destruction wrought by a really super fucking busy evening. Not so much the orgasms as much as the ‘What the fuck was that?’ Triples, quadruples, and even a five-shot, a screen full of deliveries, no time to think except at red lights. Hard accelerations, hard brakings, a burned out bright-light, skidding over gravel and grass, running, tripping over shit, dearness goodness me.

All fucking night.

Not, mind you, that I’m complaining — $155 in tips and close to eighty in wage? Score!

There’s a tune we’ve had at work to tormet one of the managers. We changed the lyrics tonight:

“Everynight going to busy, everybody going to cry.”

Me? I’m too fucking tired to cry.

I’ve blogged on this before — Paramount is in the process of digitally upgrading the special effects and score of the Classic Star Trek. These episodes are being inserted into syndication beginning this weekend. If you’re interested in seeing upgraded Trek*, turn on WNUV 54 (which I believe is Comcast 14 in Baltimore County?) at 3am Sunday morning to catch the enhanced Balance of Terror, which introduced the Romulans, and also featured Mark Lenard — who would later play Spock’s dad — as the honorable Romulan commander.

Watch the trailer!

*This isn’t like the Star Wars Special Editions — the transfers are being cleaned up, the Enterprise f/x shots look true to the original (no barrel-rolls), and the newly recorded scores are done from the original sheet music and with orchestras which have worked on contemporaryStar Trek series.