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  #491 New January 26th, 2019 08:21 AM
So, I'm watching Alan Alda's interpersonal opus about three couples going through the four seasons throughout the year, and I'm reminded of all the things I hate about going out as a couple with other couples. The petty rivalries, the petty lusts after the other guy's young wife, the paranoia and annoyance of hearing your friend or wife say the same thing for the thousandth time. Splitting a bill for a dinner … bragging about your career and accomplishments. I'm reminded of the time I sat in a car waiting for two other couples talk in a house about what we were going to do up in San Francisco...

What does this have to do with Traveller? You never see the scifi version of couples doing couple things. Thank goodness. Kirk get's a little romantically involved. Commander Cain and his thirty-something blonde get romantic every now an then. Even Spock tried to kill his captain when his sex drive overpowered his higher faculties of reasoning. But you never see Kirk and Spock out on a double date. Ditto with trhe Bab-5 cast ... well, mostly. I think there were a few dinner scenes with Sheridan and sig-others.

I remember out on a couples date, and of course the women made comments about the geek/nerd comic-book scifi knowledge I and the other dude had. Apparently it was amusing to the point of hilarity. Neat.

I remember being a youngen and watching couples couple at ski lodges, or other places, and not really being all that impressed. My response … "Where's the TV? What time is it? Is there a comic store around Shasta or Eagle Lake?"

My perfect "date"; I've got a loaner from the IISS that I'm paying off. It's a Florian. Only a thousand payments left .. amortized. The Florian has four staterooms. Three couples and some beautiful woman my age comes and asks me where I'm going. I've got a search and rescue contract in the Vargr Extents.

A week to our first (probably hostile) port of call, and everyone's getting anxious. Who can make the best soufflé or pizza with the galley makings. It's all honkey dorey the first couple of nights, but then old interpersonal grudges rear their heads, and the backbiting commences.

I roll my eyes, bight my lower lip, and then start sleeping in the cockpit … grabbing a coke from the fridge every now and then.

We drop out of jump, and the place is a militant oppressive dive. Everyone clams up, and then things get tense after the local warlord gives us a pass to progress further into whatever polity we're in.

The other couples are getting tense. They don't say it, but their body language screams "we want to go home". Meanwhile I check the batteries for my laser pistol and ammo for my machine pistol. We go further into Vargr space, and narrowly escape a Corsair by screaming through the local gas giant and me pulling some really cool ACM.

But of course this just upsets the three couples and my sig-other. They confront me and say they want to go home. I scream back at them, and say I'll let them off at the next system, which happens to be the destination system.

I leave the three couples and my selected "babe" on board as I go effect a rescue with my battle vest and two sidearms. The ship's computer only responds to my voice, but offers holovids and music. While I'm dodging bullets and laser blasts, the three couples plus one female are arguing about me, my command style, and who's going to make dinner.

I come screaming back on a "speeder" (when was the last time anyone used a speeder in Travller? It's in the rules!), drive onto the lowered ramp, pull up the ramp, and with rescue in hand, blow the pattern and just thunder skyward like a bat out of he-ll on twin flames. A few jumps later I reunite said rescue with their family, and then kick every single last one of the non-skilled NPCs off my ship (a lawyer, an accountant, a dentist, who knows what else … no one with a starship skill, no one with a combat skill, maybe the dentist can double as a medic in case anyone gets kicked in the teeth). I'm gritting my teeth and give a swift kick in the backside to the last person off my ship.

And a collective right cross to the psychologist who reads my junk.

I remember many a couples' thing, and I don't miss it one bit.

Man I sure could go for a milkshake right now. A bigt old fashioned chocolate or strawberry shake ... with a gib place of steak fries and ketchup. That's living.
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