Fox Sux
Monday, 20 August 2007 02:18:44

:finger: I hate fox. I dont know who is incharge there but as the Trump would say "Your Fired"...but to wish. Family Guy has run for how long on Fox( which i actually like somewhat so dont get me wrong) but FireFly was a jewel. Something that had a story that was real, and characters that were real. All that it would have taken was to play the episodes the way that Joss wanted them to be played. I have since boycotted Fox, the only way I will watch anything like Family Guy is reruns on another channel.

No “Inheritance, Part 2”… for now!
Monday, 20 August 2007 03:08:06

Well, I’ve thought about it, and it is not in the stars for me to finish “Inheritance, Part 2” at this time. Despite quitting my job, I’ve been busy with other stuff, and I can’t seem to get this writer’s block out of my head concerning [u]that[/u] story. So, I’m shelving it for now. I’ll continue writing some fics, but they’re going to be one shots or 2-3 chapter series. Nothing too long, ‘cause I’m starting a new semester at my university on Wednesday, and I can’t get too distracted. You guys are good people, and I think you’ll understand! Stay shiny!

Quicksilver
Monday, 20 August 2007 12:39:10

Quicksilver: “Well aint that something”. The voice crackles static and the screen flickers with tiny phosphene fires. And the man who is listening sighs. “Just-” he says. “Just avoid this quadrant – the belt’s unstable – your scans won’t be able to predict the asteroids or the flares.” “Oh i surely will. Just don’t be expecting a thankyou is all.” “Acknowledged.” A second sigh. A rubbing of the eyes. A clicking of switches. The familiar music of forward watch room five. That and the momentary silence. Broken – the already buckled door hurled open. The Ox stands there steaming and grinning. “Heads up Quicksilver, we’re wanted men.” Quicksilver turns. “Yes. Of course we are.” ..... The Boys in blue and their Boss were deeply pissed off. They stood staring at the soiled crew of three before them as if the men were interlopers. A drunken mob disturbing a particularly placid game of golf. The Boss shook out the arms of his jacket. “This everyone? Ok then. It has come to our attention that we may have a problem here. This outpost – outpost...?” “311818183.AO7.Gamma Nine. Sir.” A helpful aide. “Thank you Lt. Yes – this tin hole here is supposed to listen – it is a LISTENING post. It is not supposed to TALK.” The meeting room, already cramped, seemed to shrink wrap around the men inside it. It was uncomfortably hot. The music here was hull and bulkhead, metal insulation, mis-firing food dispensors. “Well?” Captain Ullman managed a shrug – a gesture made easier by his over large work shirt. “Did you want me to reply?” He looked sincerely surprised. The Boss however was clearly having trouble controlling himself. “No.” He grated. “I wanted an apology – i wanted “I’m sorry Sir, we understand Sir – we know the importance of your operation and our own gnat like insignificance. We know you are the Boss. We know we are shit.”.” The Captain raised a hand – the Ox was beginnig to breathe hard and there was little enough oxygen as it was. But the Boss hadn’t finished. “Your LISTENING post has started warning people way from the area – let me rephrase that – you’ve been telling people you’re here! And when i say ‘people’ i don’t mean the good and obedient citizens we represent – oh no – i mean flotsam, jettsam, scum, fluff and refugees who are entirely supposed to end up with a face full of hot rock!” He pressed a hard gloved finger into the recording device that Blue Boy no.2 was holding. A tone was emitted – then a voice, a worn voice, a woman’s, rising above the din of her craft and her children. “Bless you Beacon. We’re turning away, following your new co/ordinates, guess me an’ my kin aint found a way through this quad’ yet (hush now!) – but we’ll keep tryin’ – thanks to you. Thank -” The hard gloved finger had stabbed again. Captain Ullman’s eyes were small. “Am i supposed to let them die?” “You are supposed to do your job. Listen to the scum – but talk to our boys. Our boys who have to make it through this hell space too. Our boys who do so because they also have a job to do.” The Captain shook his head. “If it’s a reprimant Sir – you could have saved yourself the trip and told me over the radio.” Here the Boss actually laughed. But it was not a good sound. Teeth snipping at his lips. “Radio?! Oh yes – because you keep such a tight station here that you can’t even get the visual channels working! Well...” The teeth burst out in a smile. “That’s OK Captain. I think it only right that i should say this to your face.” The gun, the shot and the death seemed to rip out of nowhere in an instant of corbite and screams. “You’re fired” said the Boss. And now the Ox roared, flaring his nostrils, head low, fists raised. The Boys in blue took him down efficiently with an electroprod and net. “You see?” The Boss turned to Quicksliver, the only crew member left. “I can smell insurrectionists.” The boys dragged out the smoking body of the Ox. The corpse of the captain was next. Quicksilver said nothing. The Boys left. ..... “They’re good boys. A good crew. Loyal.” The Boss seemed hap

still chugging away
Monday, 20 August 2007 21:06:19

I just finished dipping things in chocolate today. Peanut butter filled pretzel nuggets and espresso beans! Everything I'm bringing to the Con is wearing a brown coat. :biggrin: Kidlet helped, and he had a blast! I made tomato soup from scratch and got a thumbs up for my efforts. It's a cold rainy day here. Feels like Fall blew in two days ago without preamble. I just found out my rank insignia for the parade are both incorrect and technically not high enough. Sigh and try again. Maybe I can exchange them.. I'm trying to sew shades and drapes for the living room. I think it will work. Just turned several things pink in the wash inadvertently, it has been quite some time since I did that. I decided that the offending dye donor was never going to stop bleeding onto other things (after being obtained second hand over ten years ago) and was worn and scruffy enough to go into the bin. I'll just have to make a quilt or convince hubby to knit another throw to replace it. Darn. :smile: Heard from the real estate agent yesterday, things are looking up, after they were looking down but nobody wanted to panic me so we were not advised until the dust settled. The kerfuffle and staring contest is now over, our lawyer won. (God I love that woman!) We're getting the windows repaired, except the real estate agents are covering the cost of about $200, which was quite a pleasant surprise. They're going ahead and ordering the septic dye test and well quality test, once those are acceptable we are good to close! This is the part where we start crossing our fingers, knocking on wood, and holding our breath 'lest some unforseen strangeness of freak bad luck occur. The well has always been just fine, and the septic system has never given us a problem. That's why I'm worried. Took the day off sick today as I could not send the boy child to the child care center (you really do not want to know), and it was a wonderful thing. An unscheduled day without a clear plan to putter around in is quite refreshing sometimes.