The running joke between my wife and I is that if she wants to be sure I'll like clothes she picks out for me, they should basically look like a Star Trek uniform. Thus, for Christmas, in preparation for our upcoming ski trip, she got me a red high collared base layer, a dark grey down jacket, and a red heavy coat with dark shoulder placards. One thing I haven't had since high school, though, has been official logoed Star Trek wear... until today. While I was travelling, u/peachewire hand delivered a box containing some much needed caffeination and a Trek-logoed tee that looks great - and yes, u/peachewire, it fits.

"But wait," you say, "this seems entirely non-felonious! I was promised lurid tales of crime!" I'm getting there, Dear Reader, I'm getting there. U/peachewire mentioned in his note that he considered including a few beers in the package, since I'm interested in homebrewing and mentioned that I tend to partake of the fruits of such endeavors. Obtaining this proved to be a challenge, however, since u/peachewire is a senior in high school. Thank you, sir, for NOT gifting me with booze, as that would have only led to me obsessively stalking your comments for the next four years and wondering if I'd contributed to your delinquency, believing every misplaced comma or errant apostrophe to be the result of the fermented beast that I had errantly introduced you too. "Oh dear God," I would say, "he's posted a lazy college senior meme. I'VE CREATED A DRUNKEN MONSTER!!!!!"

Seriously, dude - thanks for the gift, the note, and the hand delivery. This was my first time participating and I came home from the airport today grinning like a child looking forward to opening your gift, and I love the shirt. Extra points for the Dora paper.