Die, Evil Poisoned Gorgonzola!!!
*recovers self*
There is your canoe. Go and fetch me some Fried Chicken.
Hello, all. I'm here to give you a dose of randomness. So go boil an egg, for you may want it soon!
Or maybe you ought to make a pie?
Whatever you do, stay away from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. it might eat your foot.
Now, if you want to have a long and happy laundry cycle, you really ought to not drink all the apple cider.
Oh, My program's on! Kisses!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 18, 2006
A Conversation Aboard the High Kicking Sea Otter
*High Pitched Whistle*
Me - Bridge to Engineering. Come in engineering.
Person yet to be Named - Engineering here.
Me - Why, hello! Who is this?
Person yet to be Named - This is Monty.
Me - Oh, Hi, Monty! I'm not sure we've met! Are you new to The High Kicking Sea Otter?
Monty a little impatiently - Yes, I just came aboard at the last starbase.
Me - Oh! Had you ever been on a galaxy-class starship before?
Monty - Yes, I served aboard The Noon Sun, but I requested a transfer.
Me - Why?
Monty warming up to me a bit - well, the captain was always breathing down my back, never gave me any room, and because of this, the crew was getting really rude to me, so I requested a transfer, and got put here.
Me - Oh dear! That would have been awful!! How does our captain measure up to this? -a pause- Oh, he's not here. he's in his ready room. Besides, it isn't anything bad, is it?
Monty - oh, no! he's quite a wonderful Captain! I was just trying to find the words. He treats me much better than Captian Barbossa ever did. I really like it here.
Me - me too. I find everything about this ship to be very weloming. But then, I've been here for ten months, so I'm used to it by now.
Monty really seeming to enjoy our talk- oh, it's the same for me, too. I don't know how they did it!
Me - Me neither!
A voice from the ready room - THAL!!! GET OFF THE COMM SYSTEM!!!!
Me - Sorry, Captain. Monty, I have to go. Talk to you later, though!
Monty - All right.
Me - maybe we could have supper together tonight, I'd like to hear more about Captain Barbossa and The Noon Sun.
the Captain - THAL!!!!
Me - Sorry, sir. Bye, Monty
Me - Bridge to Engineering. Come in engineering.
Person yet to be Named - Engineering here.
Me - Why, hello! Who is this?
Person yet to be Named - This is Monty.
Me - Oh, Hi, Monty! I'm not sure we've met! Are you new to The High Kicking Sea Otter?
Monty a little impatiently - Yes, I just came aboard at the last starbase.
Me - Oh! Had you ever been on a galaxy-class starship before?
Monty - Yes, I served aboard The Noon Sun, but I requested a transfer.
Me - Why?
Monty warming up to me a bit - well, the captain was always breathing down my back, never gave me any room, and because of this, the crew was getting really rude to me, so I requested a transfer, and got put here.
Me - Oh dear! That would have been awful!! How does our captain measure up to this? -a pause- Oh, he's not here. he's in his ready room. Besides, it isn't anything bad, is it?
Monty - oh, no! he's quite a wonderful Captain! I was just trying to find the words. He treats me much better than Captian Barbossa ever did. I really like it here.
Me - me too. I find everything about this ship to be very weloming. But then, I've been here for ten months, so I'm used to it by now.
Monty really seeming to enjoy our talk- oh, it's the same for me, too. I don't know how they did it!
Me - Me neither!
A voice from the ready room - THAL!!! GET OFF THE COMM SYSTEM!!!!
Me - Sorry, Captain. Monty, I have to go. Talk to you later, though!
Monty - All right.
Me - maybe we could have supper together tonight, I'd like to hear more about Captain Barbossa and The Noon Sun.
the Captain - THAL!!!!
Me - Sorry, sir. Bye, Monty
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Comtess' Log
Stardate 91006.15
Yesterday I embarked on a dangerous journey, the details of which are too mundane to note here; the only important thing was that I returned victorious. Commendations go to Fin, for perservering in the face of great difficulty.
That's about all. This has been an extremely boring exciting couple of days.
Comtess Thal
Yesterday I embarked on a dangerous journey, the details of which are too mundane to note here; the only important thing was that I returned victorious. Commendations go to Fin, for perservering in the face of great difficulty.
That's about all. This has been an extremely boring exciting couple of days.
Comtess Thal
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Ein Feste Burg, 88.88.66.668. [high C]
1 God is our refuge and our strength,
A present help in our distress.
2We will not therefore be afraid
Tho' all the earth should be removed,
Tho' mountains great be hurled
Into the ocean's depths,
3 Tho' seas may roar and foam
And billows shake the shore,
Tho' mountains tremble at their power.
4 A river brings refreshing streams
To cheer the city of our God,
The Most High's holy dwelling place.
5 God is in her; she won't be moved;
At dawn will God help her.
6 The heathen rage; realms quake;
He lifts His voice; earth melts.
7 The LORD of hosts with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob's God.
8 O come, see what the LORD has done;
He desolations brought on earth;
9On earth He puts an end to wars,
Breaks bow and spear, and chariots burns.
10 Be still! Know I am God.
Exalted o'er all men,
Exalted o'er all earth.
11 The LORD of host with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob's God.
A present help in our distress.
2We will not therefore be afraid
Tho' all the earth should be removed,
Tho' mountains great be hurled
Into the ocean's depths,
3 Tho' seas may roar and foam
And billows shake the shore,
Tho' mountains tremble at their power.
4 A river brings refreshing streams
To cheer the city of our God,
The Most High's holy dwelling place.
5 God is in her; she won't be moved;
At dawn will God help her.
6 The heathen rage; realms quake;
He lifts His voice; earth melts.
7 The LORD of hosts with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob's God.
8 O come, see what the LORD has done;
He desolations brought on earth;
9On earth He puts an end to wars,
Breaks bow and spear, and chariots burns.
10 Be still! Know I am God.
Exalted o'er all men,
Exalted o'er all earth.
11 The LORD of host with us!
Our fortress strong is Jacob's God.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Reading
okay, so yesterday I finished the third Bartimaeus book (Ptelomy's Gate) and it was wonderful!! it did leave me feeling kind of empty, though. which leads me to a sad thought that I have had.
All of the people I love from fiction, wouldn't have given me a second glance. I try to tell myself that I really shouldn't mind, and that, in most cases I would prefer it this way, but it still manages to depress me. Dustfinger wouldn't care. Athos would detest me. Marius wouldn't even see me. Levin... who knows what Levin would do. Sam and Sydney are just about the only ones who I could really talk with, and that makes me sad, because Sydney is dead. Sam is just about the only one I can think of and be happy, but even then, it is but a passing whim, and in the end, I just roll over, and think of something else. Oh, I am too sentimental. what does it really matter, I tell myself in the morning. they are fictional characters! nothing more! but there's the hitch. they aren't just fictional characters. they are real, and I love them all. No wonder all those books are classics.
All of the people I love from fiction, wouldn't have given me a second glance. I try to tell myself that I really shouldn't mind, and that, in most cases I would prefer it this way, but it still manages to depress me. Dustfinger wouldn't care. Athos would detest me. Marius wouldn't even see me. Levin... who knows what Levin would do. Sam and Sydney are just about the only ones who I could really talk with, and that makes me sad, because Sydney is dead. Sam is just about the only one I can think of and be happy, but even then, it is but a passing whim, and in the end, I just roll over, and think of something else. Oh, I am too sentimental. what does it really matter, I tell myself in the morning. they are fictional characters! nothing more! but there's the hitch. they aren't just fictional characters. they are real, and I love them all. No wonder all those books are classics.
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