Captain's Log: Stardate 11018.1
This past Saturday, Lt. Jonathan, Lt. June, Ensign Kelly (who, thanks to a great mix of medication and mental instability is also known as Ensign Abby) and I beamed over to planet Stamford for a seminar on sail trim presented by the great minds at North U.

For eight (yes, eight) hours we listened, watched and took copious notes, all in an effort to squeeze every last ounce of warp drive out of the Enterprise this season.



They looked to be in a pretty good mood, despite having just been told that pretty much everything they were doing was a complete and utter failure.

As if the results weren't indication enough.

I guess I could say we weren't doing everything wrong, but there was certainly enough information presented to have us redo the way we communicate, start, tack, spinnaker set, jibe and douse. Like I said, not everything. I'm pretty sure we got the whole boxed wine and Twizzlers thing down like professionals.

So, the crew should be forewarned - we're going to take things to the next level, which includes PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE.

Dates coming soon. In the meantime, it's time to get into the "mode" of sailing again. Time to start thinking about the boat, positions and racing again.

Red alert! All hands to stations and alert engineering that we'll be going to warp drive!