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Monday, November 26th, 2007
3:57 pm	Drake Here are some random facts: 1) Drake owns a chain of fast-food restaurants throughout the southwest. They serve nothing but barbecue-flavored ice cream and Hot Pockets. 2) Drake invented all 32 letters of the alphabet. 3) The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Even the worst-laid plans of Drake come off without a hitch. 4) Drake trick-or-treated as himself as a child. 5) Drake knows the last digit of pi. 6) Drake never retreats, he just attacks in the opposite direction. 7) Earth's emergency defence plan in case of alien invasion is Drake. 8) The only time Drake was wrong was when he thought he had made a mistake. 9) The United States could save billions in defense funding if they trade the military for Drake. 10: Drake has 12 moons. One of those moons is Earth. That sounds about right. (Comment on this)
Friday, July 14th, 2006
12:55 pm	Oh my, oh my; wait up, bandwagon! So...I made a Meez. Here she is. (Photobucket is down at the moment.) Yes. It's Anne. :P (As close as I could get, clothing-wise, anyway.) I tried giving her a sword, but she got her hands on it and suddenly looked all pissed off and full of herself, waving it around like a feather duster. I haven't thought of her in a long time, but now that I do, I realize she's changed a lot. Upon reflection, she sucked. Well, Zeki had been quite near annihilated, so what else was to be expected but that the next one would be a little....below par? So her name is Anne. Still thinking of a last name. (Barrone is out of the question.) I'm thinking something like Gilly. Or Mallory, Kelly, maybe...Bennet. I'm kind of stuck on Gilly. Man, check out these other names: Knickerbacker? Quackenboss? Hoogerboom? She's very laidback. I think she must be so silly and airheaded that she doesn't care about or commit to very much. Well that's the wrong thing to say. She'll commit to something, but I doubt it would bother her if whatever "something" was fell through. Still cheerful and a bit obnoxious. Favorite thing in the world is her pipe. (Which, of course, keeps getting broken, being clay.) Oh no... Quotes. I can't help it; they're popping into my head at random intervals. "A hurricane? What a brave and...sort of silly thing to do." I'm typing and I can't shut up! o_o "The ring? Why yes, I still have it. Why, do you want it back? Well I don't know... A proper pirate would never give away a perfectly good bit of spoil. But being an ex-pirate, I suppose I could." Ok, ok, enough, honey. ...I think I'll make a Meez for Drake, too. How weird would that one turn out? edit Nevermind. The dude is just too ugly. There's no way I can make him look like Drake. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 12th, 2006
4:15 am	Instincts - Part 2 ( Instincts - Part 2 ) (Comment on this)
Monday, January 30th, 2006
11:24 pm	Instincts Part 1 - TBC ( Instincts - Part One ) (Comment on this)
10:29 pm	Drake Where'd all my friends go? My friends page is...pretty void of entries. A new study on bumblebees indicates that they navigate not only by way of smell, but by magnetic interference as well. They seem to have a magnetic compass somewhere in their system, which wasn't previously known about. This just goes to show you that God's creativity in endowing His creatures with everything they need to survive and grow is beautifully limitless. It just goes to show that we aren't some evolutionary fluke, that there is creative, intelligent design behind creation. No matter how much our science and technologies advance, we'll never run out of things to learn about God's creativity. In other news, SG-Alpha came back from recon on P8X-366. They found an ambiguous energy signature, so SG-Kappa (that's me!) is going out to see what the big to-do is all about. We're dragging Gene with us. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 12th, 2006
9:50 pm	Drake The sun streaked in through the windows, illuminating airborne dust particles. Drake's study - a euphemism for "cluttered lovechild of a laboratory and a workshop" - was never particularly tidy. It wasn't so terrible that one couldn't see the floor or help but tread on cables, but at the same time, it had its own organization that only Drake could appreciate. One monitor out of around eight in the room was glowing. He had it set up and ready to go. "C'mon, sweetness, help me with this.." a voice from outside the room came. "But I don't know any of this stuff!" another voice came, protesting. Drake entered the room, followed closely by Rynn. "It's simple, really." he said, taking a seat by the newest addition to his technological theme park. "Just go into that box there and hand me..." he paused, tilting his head at the contraption, judging, "...we'll call it one and a half meters of low resistance, high conductive microfilament wire." She understood what he was saying, but didn't see any such box of wire. The only box she saw contained carefully padded electrical equipment. Probably for measuring something, she thought. "Honey, I don't see it. What's this?" She pointed to the box, knowing by now that to pick up any of Drake's things could result in a coronary on his part. He looked up. "Mmm....not microfilament wire." She gave him a look. Dehh. I didn't ask what it isn't. "Sorry, sorry; it's a few components to a machine that'll measure waves, if I ever get around to putting it together." "Mm. What kind, like...water?" "High intensity...sort of." He was busy again. Distracted. "Tell you what, it looks like I must be out. Why don't you order some more for me, hm?" He guestured toward the computer. "It should already be at the site. See if you can get two kilometers." She flopped into the executive style office chair and slumped to one side, resting her head on her hand and typing very slowly with the other. This was not her idea of a fun afternoon, gophering stuff she didn't know the usefulness of for her boyfriend of plural doctorates. "Got it?" "Yeah, I guess. Credit card?" He replied without looking up. "Wallet, third drawer down on the left." Never give a woman your credit card. Well hopefully, it soon wouldn't be just his. When he next glanced up, she was playing a game on Popcap and had opened up an Instant Messaging program. "Bored?" "Not at all." came the dull reply. "Look up your own name." She blinked. "What?" He was turned away so that she wouldn't be able to read his expression. "Try it, you'd be surprised at the things you find." She shrugged. "I doubt it. It'll all be articles and business sites. I'm famous, y'know." She winked. "Yeh, okay. Just Google it and hit 'I'm Feeling Lucky', betcha twenty quid it isn't any promo." He chuckled inwardly at this. With any luck, he'd soon be plus one fiannce, and twenty quid. She rolled her eyes and went to Google, grumbling about not liking it as well as other search engines. He watched her intently from the floor and stood up when she started typing in her name. "No," he interrupted her, "type 'Kathrynn', not just 'Rynn'." "Dra-ake..." "Please?" She huffed. But obliged. The next few minutes felt surreal to Drake. All he could remember later was the embarassment of the drive catching, then the sudden, unpredecented elation. It had taken him by surprise, he realized. The first response to her search was doctored. He had paid Google to place it there. It was webpage with a nicely Photoshopped image asking Rynn for her hand in marriage. While she looked at it in astonishment, reading and rereading Drake's proposal, the CD-ROM tried desperately to spit out a carefully placed engagement ring. It had caught, however, and Drake had to force it open while poised on one knee. "Kathrynn...I've loved you for years, arguably..." In the back of her mind, she thought 'God, even his marriage proposal has to be scientifically precise.' "And you've proven your return of that love. You've waited patiently. Faithfully chaste, despite how much I know it must be driving you up the wall. I love you more than wave mechanics. More than M-theory. Even more than Twinkies. ....and I want you to be my wife." He stopped, but she wasn't sure he was finished. He looked as though he might say something else, but thought better of it and only looked up at her expectantly. "I....." She looked at the ring. It was beautiful. It sported a large diamond, but not so large as to look garish against her slender fingers, and it was accented with tiny peridots, her birthstone. He had certainly done his research. It looked as though it had been extremely expensive, especially considering his habit of immediately spending his paychecks at places like Radio Shack and ThinkGeek. It must have taken him some time to save up, and a lot of techno-sacrifice. "Yes..." she said quietly. He thought he might not have heard her. "YES!" She threw herself bodily against him in a phenomonal bear hug. He couldn't breathe, but he didn't notice. She'd said yes. His mind was spinning. She'd said yes! For once, he was unable to think clearly. She'd said yes. (Comment on this)
9:26 pm	Darius Everything is now the way it should be. Perfect. Pristine. Not even my return to the daily tediousness of university teaching can dull my spirits. And trust me, the poor standards of my later students do indeed prove tedious and discouraging. We took the last week of Christmas Holiday to a small bed and breakfast near Canterbury. Charming countryside. Charming company. So many class notes to polish... (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 16th, 2005
12:08 pm	Drake Rynn got a dog. A gigantic werewolf of a Great Dane. Never cared for dogs much. I mean, they're all right, just...too much work, too needy, too unpredictable. I mean, you leave one door open, the tiniest little crack, and they're gone. You look for them, you put up fliers - it's no use - and since your father refused to pay for a licence, the Animal Shelter has no way of tracking them. Y'know, God knows what happened to that little guy. ... Now cats - now that's a whole different story. Cats are self-sufficient, they're dependable; you shake the box, they come running - cynics would say it's because of the food but my cat...see, I truly believe he enjoys my company. There's something very comforting about coming home from work at the end of the day and having a familiar face waiting for you, y'know? ... I think I'd better learn to like dogs. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 10th, 2005
8:55 am	Zeki It's a very strange looking morning. Bright yellow morning sunight coming from one side and striking against a dismal, dark grey horizon in the opposite distance. It's windy; the fallen leaves are dancing in circles. This is also sort of weird. Current Mood: curious (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
5:00 pm	Drake I'm not stupid. I do have a few concerns. I'm just - we'll call it reluctant - in regards to bringing them up. She isn't Catholic, but then it shouldn't be hard to get a dispensation. http://www.greenspun.com/bboard/q-and-a-one-category.tcl?topic=Catholic&category=Sacraments%20-%20Matrimony%20-%20Interfaith%20Marriage I like that Paul guy. He seems to really know his shit. She's said it's all right that I do my best to raise any children as true Catholics, which is a promise I'd have to make anyway. She has no obligation, I don't believe, but how difficult would it be without a spouse's support? Some would argue than children should be shown both sides, then given the option to choose for themselves. It would be my job, however, to make that choice for them until they're old enough to disagree, heaven forbid they do. If Daddy says "pray to God", and Mommy says, "Meh", the result is a very confused and disturbed child. I know she's used artificial birth control in the past, but I don't think she will with me, seeing as how...I'm Catholic and all. Besides, Natural Family Planning is more effective than any artificial contraceptive, plus it doesn't cost anything. http://www.usccb.org/prolife/issues/nfp/myths.htm See? Neat. And ahhhh. Hm. Bushy's in Romania. I ahm...don't really know what to say about that. Just like old days, huh. Here's hopin' he makes it out ok. Prayers, anyone? I had a bit of a royal screw-up last month and now they're making me teach a primary school physics class during the day, then come to work in the evening. It's bloody degrading! An expert in my field teaching children... A insult! Gene's been intolerable concerning it. I need to think up some office pranks to pull on 'im. Have his answering machine call him at work, or make a screen saver that plays dozens of really annoying sounds or something. He's still getting guff about that one prank with the rabbit. Oh, that was fun. The ring is ready to be picked up. Just need to finish paying on it. Right, well...time t'go to the salt mines. Tinker with alien gadgets. Current Mood: blank Current Music: my colon is talking to me!! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
2:46 am	Drake There's nothing quite like falling alseep in the arms of the woman you love... Current Mood: happy (Comment on this)
Monday, October 10th, 2005
8:29 pm	Darius He had noticed how she refused to look him in the eyes. He had noticed how meek she suddenly seemed. It was almost unnerving, the girl had always been a model of vivacity and spunk. Darius looked over the closing statements once again before flicking his wand, sending them back into their folder, and the folder back into its cabinet. He sat at his desk and mindlessly tidied up for a few moments, allowing his mind to wander at its leisure. "I beg you, don't allow this....this trollop to soil your good name!" The memory came unbidden... "My dear woman, my good name is already in question. It has been for decades." "Yes, but dear, those are your friends! This is to be your wife! And as I understand it, none of them ever spent time in a penitentiary! I must not tarry in warning you against her; you might even do better to marry a Muggle!" He remembered becoming very curt with the young lady who had to vehemently expressed her concern. That was wrong of him. She knew nothing else, after all, being raised a socialite. "She's disgraced her family's name, and she'll not hesitate in disgracing yours! See, she has already woven a scandal about herself; while her breeding may be up to par, the girl is of gravely inferior character. You must listen, you so fond of the adage 'Never judge a book by its cover'!" It was true, he had spouted that little gem before. Never judge a book by its cover, wherein books are to Muggles as covers are to class. He had used it in defense of his friendships with four Muggles, and now they were to bring it back to him. Assuming his point of view, should he not judge Erin by her actions over her breeding? He rubbed his eyes. "That poor fellow, having to attach himself to such a scandal..." "I don't pity him at all. His tastes do tend to run somewhat lower in standard than is orthodox." "Really now, you all gossip like hens." "But darling, Darius Saxen intends on making a criminal his bride!" He needed a good, stiff glass of scotch. He absolutely abhorred running into that clucking gaggle of chickens. He'd almost made the mistake of walking into a room of them, and had to resort to hiding his face behind a menu and crouching to disguise his height as he walked past. Still, he heard what they were saying about his bride-to-be. And if they were saying it, it was a safe bet that everyone was saying it. "She's already proved herself a scarlet woman, and a creature of sloppy morals. She's dragged her father's name through the filth of the alleys, and now she's engaged herself to one of our finer, if more eccentric, sophisticates." Dear God, these people were heartless! It would be an impressive feat for him to come from this unscathed, not to mention a long, arduous time before before he would be able to restore to some recognizable form, her shattered reputation. It would be his duty, after all. To, at the very least, provide her the means to repair her dignity and position. 'Gracious...' he thought, "Isn't this just turning into a magnificent headache...' Erin, dear...don't lose hope. (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 6th, 2005
8:36 pm	drake You Are Apple Cider Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold. What Part of Fall Are You? ... Awesome? (I was a silly hat, but the picture was broken.) I'm never going to hear the end of this bunny shit. First the bunny suicides, then scantily clad anthro-bunnies, then subliminal e-bunny mails, then carrots on my desk....good God, man, don't you get bored? I have got to get him back somehow... Erin's worrying me. She's been hiding away in her room when she isn't at school. Poor girl; I understand that she's been through a lot, but becoming a hermit? C'mon, darling, if nothing else, it's the socialites you need to avoid, not your friends! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 27th, 2005
8:27 pm	Drake Bushy came by on Sunday evening, and stayed 'til Monay afternoon or so. I like it when Bushy visits. I get pot pies. Rynn just IMed me with "OYE!!! PRICK!!!" then signed off. ...? (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 24th, 2005
4:44 am	Drake It's a quarter to five in the morning. I can't sleep. I'm tired, but I can't bloody sleep. I've been somewhat quiet all day. Penseive, I suppose. I earned myself some strange looks at work for this behavior. What business does the great Dr. Riley have being so quiet and penseive? Why, he should be yelling and complaining! Has someone taken his temperature? Shall we give him a sheet of random numbers and symbols and call it a calculation to see if it snaps him out of it? Now it's five. I spent fifteen solid minutes entering variant trances wherein I stared, glassey eyed, into empty space. I think. I was a little too rough on my favorite guitar today, and ended up snapping a string. Heh...I'm surprised the amplifier held out. Not to mention the speakers. .....for that matter, I suppose I'm surprised that any of the equipment lasted my little bout of death metal temper tantrum. Ok, so it wasn't quite death metal. And it wasn't quite a tantrum. But the impact on the equipment was the same. More like Van Halen/Def Lepard/Bon Jovi/G&R-esque hard rockin'. Too, too much has been happening. My stomach is turning, and I don't know why. I'm gonna....head off now, before this turns into too unbearable a wangstfest. (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
8:41 pm	Drake Drake couldn't sleep for the life of him. He was far too excited. He'd never been to Germany, even though it was a relatively short distance to fly. There were just too many hassles: money, passport, language barrier, planes made him queasy, oh he could go on. He was good at excuses. Of course...if someone were to take him to Germany, it'd be an entirely different story. And an entirely different story, it would be. Rynn had asked him to go with her to Germany on a whim. For a weekend getaway. A priceless little vacation with the gem of his life. "Come on, we're gonna miss our flight!" "Just a second, I've - grunt - got a bit've a problem..! Stupid, wretched..." Drake was struggling with the straps of his luggage, which seemed intent on strangling him. It didn't help that he'd overpacked just a tad. "Ohhhhh, honey...!" Rynn doubled back and wrested free her struggling boyfriend. He was cute...but hopeless outside his laboratory. She grabbed his suitcase and hurried on, while he snatched up his carry-on and darted after her. He was seven or eight inches shorted than she, and had to run to keep up, but he had stamina if nothing else. Less than an hour later, they were seated together on a Lufthansa aeroplane, having made it by minutes. And less then another two hours later, Rynn was unlocking the door to their hotel room in Munich. It was lovely and luxurious. There was a spa down the hall, complimentary hotel bathrobes and slippers, a five star restaurant with with room service available, a pool and fitness center, and to top it off, their room had a magnificent view. It's an elegant grand hotel, surrounded by theaters, opera houses, shopping malls, and expensive department stores. It was equipped with two cushy beds and a full bath. It had a personal touch to it, decorated in warm, glowing hues, neat and tidy. Drake was quick to unpack his clothes and work papers while Rynn took her time scoping out their room and uttering small sounds of pleasure at each new ammenity she came across. Drake, meanwhile, collapsed on his bed and closed his eyes, listening to her go about the room; he found it charming, and reveled in comfort. A shadow soon passed over him, and before he could open his eyes, a pair of soft, warm lips had closed over his. He knew those lips. He'd admired them for years, and now they were kissing him. He reached up to encircle her neck with his arms, and felt her lean down against him. "Mmnh..." She felt so wonderful: soft and accomodating. A bit too much so... She left his lips and moved on to his neck. "It's late. We really ought to rest up, love...if we're going to have any energy for tomorrow." "Mmmm...I love you." He smiled in spite of himself, "I love you, too....more than anything. But we got two beds for a very good reason, remember." She ceased her ministrations to look into his face. She had a look of mock disappointment about her. "C'mon, now, you know I'm right." he grinned. She pushed off, leaving him flat on his back. "Fine, have it your way!" She sounded exasperated, but turned her head to smile cheekily at him. He loved that smile. The next day, they toured Munich- a beautiful city with towering cathedrals and fountains- where Drake purchased knick knacks and Rynn purchased clothing. Bicyclists had their own set of streets with rules as strictly enforced as those of automobiles. The buildings had such detail and there were statues everywhere. The day after Munich, they drove through the Alps to see the small mountain villages. They were breathtakingly beautiful: snowy and immense, surrounding on all sides. Much of the time driving was spent staring intently at the road, however, at least for the driver. Quite often, they had little road to work with. On one side was a sheer rock wall, and on the other, a staight drop down. There were sun dappled valleys and snowcapped mountains. Dried Eidleweiss for sale in various shops, steins in all shapes and sizes, and castles. Oh, the castles.....they were everywhere, each more beautiful than the last. The smaller towns were graced with countless tiny chapels dating back hundreds of years. That evening, they stayed in a small hotel overlooking a vast lake that gave way to mountain in the distance. Dinner by candlelight, looking out over the water...then retiring to their characteristic seperate beds, murmuring loving whispers until sleep overtook them. Their flight home was in the early afternoon of the last day, and once again, they only made it by minutes, thanks to Drake's tendency to leave waking up until the last moment, and his preoccupation with anything he thinks is interesting enough to stop and look at. They made it, however, and sat huffing and puffing in their seats. Soon, they'd be back home. Back to the hustle and bustle of every day life. Of work, bills, taxes, etcetera. But for a couple of brief days....none of it had existed. (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 20th, 2005
3:57 pm	Drake I mean she really....really loves me! Current Mood: enthralled (Comment on this)
Monday, September 19th, 2005
2:08 pm	Drake Sh......she loves me. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: Blood rushing in my ears (Comment on this)
Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
7:30 pm	Drake So my birthday came and went, and a lot's happened inbetween. I think my last significant post had something to do with an accident in Kappa-4. The events soon afterward were.....unfortunate, to drastically understate it. It isn't something I freely talk about. We'll just say that I know now what sort of damage and brutality I'm capable of. They say we weren't in our right minds, but it felt as though we were. Anyway...it's over now. Old hat, or whatever. A long time ago. Actually...there was another incident. Only this one occured when I was in full control of my thoughts and emotions, making it all the more humbling. I......well...at the very least, I know what I'm like under pressure. Next time, Gene...I'll take your concerns more to heart. I promise. I just hope my reputation...the confidence of the people in my abilities...hasn't been irreperably damaged. Rynn's my lovely leading lady now, I'm not sure if I ever posted anything about that. She's such a wonderful girl... Friendly, kind, generous, playful, and let's not forget that she's a bombshell who can cook! I'll never understand why she decided to hook up with an awkward little doop like myself. But I'm thankful she did. :D She bought me a pickup truck. It's frickin; huge, and it's absolutey beautiful. It'd this....really cool blue with gold flecks all over. GPS. Voice command. MAN, she knows me too well. Her birthday was a few weeks ago, and I bought her a dragon necklace with spread wings and a blue stone that matches Dragonfly and compliments her lovely, lovely eyes. She wore it to the Renaissance Festival the very next day. My God, she was a vision... Less than a week later, when Erin and I got back up to the city, my luck changed drastically. I can't go into a great deal of detail, but....well, a new toy we brought in had a few ahm...bugs that we didn't know about until it was too late. Gene and I worked tirelessly on the problem, which became a sort of viral breakout. ...until I managed to contract it, that is. It.....it was tough to see people dropping like flies and knowing...knowing that your time is running out. A couple of days and I wasn't even able to walk about freely. The worst of it was.....was that when I passed out, I broke the logjamming device on my belt, and Erin contracted it, too. As much confidence as I have in Gene, I was....well, I was really beginning to get concerned when I woke up in the morgue. The medical examiner said I'd been in a state of catalepsy, or a "death trance", and that he was in his office when he heard a knocking, a pause, another knocking, another pause, then frantic beating from inside the fridges. "The poor boy was scared to death. But then, he was in the right place for it.." HAHAHAFUCKYOU. I'd received the sacraments of Confession, Communion, and my last rites. I "died" soon thereafter, and was transported to the morgue. From what I hear, Gene came rushing in with an untested antidote, but it was too late and everyone was sad. Then the dicks in the morgue realized that I wasn't quite dead yet, and threw me back into the infirmary, where Gene's untested solution was then tested upon Erin and myself. It works upon the theory of utilizing more than one energy signature to throw off the virus' detection processes. In other words, we went in pairs to confuse the fucker. There was one itty bitty drawback, is all... Let's just say that Erin's got top security clearance now. She'd have to, after all. Current Mood: tired Current Music: Sssssssslipknot (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005
9:51 pm	Drake! Go to google.com and type "[Your name] is" in the search bar. Pick out your ten favorite quotes and post them. 1) Drake is a melodious plum pudding of a woman... ( o.o ) 2) Drake is most associated with the defeat of the Spanish Armada in 1588. 3) Drake is involved with some of the best music happening right now... ( :D!) 4) Drake is more talk than action... 5) Drake is very attractive. 6) Drake is pretty much the father of SETI... 7) Drake is rated R... 8) Drake is known for having one of the highest academic reputations... 9) Drake is quick to separate his work from what he calls pseudoscience. 10) Drake is really switched on... And finally, I appear to be "mostly of English origin." Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)