Ship date: 2nd November 2236

Science officer Bradly turned 40 this week. There was a lot of talk and eventually we threw him a surprise party. We held it in the cargo bay and turned up the oxygen content to get everybody buzzed. It was pretty good, the surprise was though that no one told him. Bradly is a right bastard. Would of ruined it if he was there.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 28th October 2236

Daimler... the bastard came to me in my quarters today complaining about the smell coming from the waste system. I told him to fix it himself, and then he started cry and mentioned something about the doorway... the doorway. It took a security team and the charge from quite a few tasers to 'calm' him down, my room now smells like burn hair. I hate Daimler.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 25th October 2236

There was a confrontation on the bridge today between Communications officer Piper, and Science officer Sato. Apparently they have both been conversing with the same officer from another ship. For some reason they are angry with each other. There was some hair pulling and some screaming, I think at one point I saw a nipple. It was a pretty good day.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 19th October 2236

I had the idea of starting a club, a social club. For me and me friends. Two problems, Space Corp directives on social clubs inhibit any form of exclusion, and severely limit what the clubs can actually be about. When I put forward the idea of a drinking and lesbian strip show themed club I was firmly told no. Bransky says she's a feminist, so you'd think she'd be in favour of seeing naked women. Second problem is if the club was for the people on this ship I liked... I think I'd be the only member.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 15th October 2236

We have a french officer on board. I signed off on some sort of 'officer exchange' last year apparently. He's getting a lot of attention from the female crew... and some of the male crew. He's handsome I guess, if you like that... 'good looking' type. Any way its only a few weeks and then frenchy can fuck off back home and we all learn about cultural sensitivity and integration.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 11th October 2236

Emerson ordered me to see him again today... I thought I was the captain. He seems to take great pride in the fact he can override me power. He says I should try the artistic therapy class that runs in the galley after hours. I asked him if there were nude models, he said he didn't know, and that had nothing to do with anything. I called him a liar and shouted something I can't remember, he says it was a rage blackout. Great... now I have to go see him again.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 7th October 2236

The clones escaped again. Its odd, they aren't made from anyone person, rather just a godless insult against nature. For some reason their bones aren't as hard as they should be, meaning they can fit into and through really tight gaps. I once saw a younger one squeeze his head into a mayonnaise jar. They aren't the smartest of creatures...

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 4th October 2236

Today is the fifth anniversary of my promotion to command of the Interpretor. Five years, they have gone by... at some... duration. I was promoted after the last Captain, Douglas Lassiter was vaporised in an accident with the entire graduating class of Ensign class crewman. The char marks are still in the forward loading bay. Five years, five years with my own crew and ship. I should have been a lawyer.

Capt. Walter Murphy

Ship date: 29th September 2236

The med bay is running low on supplies, Bransky came to me today and asked when we were docking next so she could resupply. I may have been a little on edge as I replied, with something along the lines of, 'you on your period Branno?'. She slapped me and stormed away (read into that what you will). I took that as a yes, and jammed her locker in the gym full of womens sanitary products.

She still isn't speaking to me... mission accomplished!

Capt. Walter Murphy.

Ship date: 27th September 2236

So... psych officer Emerson thinks this will be good for me... a log, not a diary. A collection of my thoughts and stuff. I'm not sure, but given the fact my captaincy depends on this I'm going to have to agree to it. He thinks I'll discover a reason for my, what he referred to as a deep seeded passive aggressive streak. Before stealing his stapler while he wasn't looking I denied it and complained about his moustache.

It's been five days since Ensign Franco's memorial. He was killed when a capacitor broke off the engine and crushed him. Coolant went every where and basically freeze dried his remains. Made it easy to clean up. Anyway we afforded him the honour of burial at space, ejecting his remains into the ether. Unfortunately, they were sucked straight into the vent system that leads to the water supply. As much as the techs try to dispel the rumour, the crew is now drinking water that tastes unmistakably of 'Franco'.

Capt. Walter Murphy