You find threads like this illogical.
You say things like, "Damnit, Jim! I'm a <your profession>, not a miracle worker!"
You don't make phone calls, you open hailing frequencies.
You know the proper intermix ratio to restart a cold warp engine.
The first thing you say in an elevator is "Bridge".
You were the grand-master at Three-D chess in high school.
It frustrates you that Siri does not sound like the Enterprise computer.
You have your recliner mounted on a pintel in front of your wide-screen TV.
Your bangs are cut straight across your forehead, you've tweezed and penciled your eyebrows to slant downward toward your nose, and you've seriously contemplated having cosmetic surgery on your ears to make them more elf-like.
Green-skinned women turn you on.
You've kept your flip-phone, and use it to dial on voice command.
You've removed the seat belts in your minivan, and named it "Galileo".
You know the difference between a D7 cruiser and a D5 cruiser with the B-refit (hint: it's the configuration of the shuttle-bay doors).
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