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| 10:43pm 02/03/2004 |
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That was . . . rather satisfying. Although, I don't know just what's going on in his head. |
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| 08:50pm 01/03/2004 |
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mood:  surprised
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. . . out of all the things I could have done tonight, making out with Forte isn't one I was expecting. |
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| Oooooh! |
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| 05:51pm 02/08/2003 |
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If I'm really, really, really good, can I have a pair of Janes to change to look like this for christmas?
. . . Better thought. Tori, do you feel like dressing up with me, and would you prefer the white or the black outfit? |
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| It's been an odd day |
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| 08:04pm 10/05/2003 |
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I found several of my old projects to have changed over the past week . . a few seem on the verge of coherent thought, but I'm not going to hope for that. I'd rather have a healthy plant than an unhealthy, sarcastic talking plant. |
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| At The Park |
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| 10:22pm 05/04/2003 |
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There's a very nice park in Torontreal . . and it's there that I spoke with Tengu for the first time in who knows how long. It was nice speaking with him, even though I had to coax him out of the extreme doldrums he was in.
He was actually smiling a bit when he left.
And he's ticklish. I hadn't known that before. |
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| Hrm. |
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| 01:18am 03/04/2003 |
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So much strangeness of late . . somewhat embarressing, really. Not much I'd care about, but still somewhat embarressing.
Oh yes, must remember to give Tori her present soon. I think her birthday's coming up. |
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| Hrmph. |
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| 09:04am 17/03/2003 |
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I very truely dislike having to pick male or female. It just feels . . wrong, doing that.
Hmm. It does fit. |
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| 12:57am 16/02/2003 |
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Stepped out into the rain
Felt my life slipping away
Melting away the joy, the pain,
All slipping down to my feet
Spreading around, down the drain
Closed the door
Walked home again
Welcome home
Let me take your coat and hat
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I'll handle all of that
Don't worry, relax
Everyone has their off days
Has an off day
Could feel the stares on the street
Didn't care what they saw
Felt words, feelings, names
Dripping from the wound you left so raw
Mist burned on a sunny day
So let the old biddies hem and haw
I let the sun in
Let it burn me clean
But today there's the rain
Rain to drown my scream
Welcome home
Let me take your coat and hat
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I'll handle all of that
Don't worry, relax
Everyone has their off days
Has an off day
I let you in, let you win your place
Loved you, cherished you
Let you sweep me from the race
To your secret spots, your dreams
Let our dreams rise to space
Welcome home
Let me take your coat and hat
Don't worry 'bout a thing
I'll handle all of that
Don't worry, relax
Everyone has their off days
Has an off day
Has an off day
I let you into my heart
Swore we'd be together
To never part
But you're gone
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| Last Night |
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| 05:16pm 15/02/2003 |
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I hate it. I hate it when my siblings threaten something I've put a lot of time and effort into, and even more so when they threaten people I employ or protect. |
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| An old poem, originally written by Silentsteel, quoted (badly) from memory |
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| 11:27am 13/12/2002 |
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When you're down and lonely
Can't seem to find a friend
Just a little down the road
Is a place called Sorrow's End
Power beyond imagining
Yet she's weary to her bones
Her heart awaits her at her side
A diamond among stones
They've walked the mountains
visited ol' Davy Jones
Their paths entwined by luck
And good old wits and friends
They're no longer alone
When you're down and lonely
Can't seem to find a friend
Just a little down the road
Is a place called Sorrow's End
Skill can go only so far
What does the warrior fight for?
With the battle done
The blades are gone, nevermore
As an angel won
She's waited, patient and more
Never asked what he couldn't give
Perhaps one day he'll see what he has
Before heading back out the door
When you're down and lonely
Can't seem to find a friend
Just a little down the road
Is a place called Sorrow's End
Wings to fly can weigh you down
Power can do that too
Even the oldest fall in love
An impossible thing, but true
Honor, the task is clear
Heart and duty, can't be kept apart
Leaving them down and blue
When you're down and lonely
Can't seem to find a friend
Just a little down the road
Is a place called Sorrow's End
Left alone at the end
Surrounded not by love, but friends
By joy and tears, by their hopes and fears
Fate tosses each curve and bend
She'll grow in time
As she has with them
To a place where sorrow ends
Just a little around the bend
Is a place called Sorrow's End
A place . . . called . . . Sorrow's End |
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| On Love |
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| 11:09am 13/12/2002 |
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Being alone sucks. It sucks long, hard, and mighty, and not even in the fun way.
He's gone.
Completely, and utterly gone. I should accept it, move on . . but I still wake up dreaming of him, of how good things were. And I will carry those memories for as long as 'I' live . . .
It's frightening and comforting, knowing at any 'death', any time my body is destroyed, I'll simply be rebuilt and re-downloaded off the computer, intact and ready to go. But sometimes . . sometimes we default back to the original programming, or a variant of it. Memories wiped clean, back to being who we were to start with.
I'll remember, to the end of 'my' life . . but will it be 'I' who dies? . . or will a new me take my place? |
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| More News |
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| 01:48pm 20/11/2002 |
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After some thought, I decided I might as well spill my thoughts on something else that's been happening.
We have Stardroids among us again. By all the noise, there's more of them this time, and just last night, one of the most powerful revealed herself.
Luna sprang from the body of one of the world's more popular idols, Rainbow . . Stallion? Pegasus? I can never remember. Much of current music just doesn't appeal to me. She says that he is perfectly fine, recorded down to the most minute detail, and will be given form again soon. I just . . . I just don't know what to think of that.
They're wandering our world, poking their noses everywhere . . three of them held a conversation with Da, although one was completely impossible to scan. And one was another familiar (is that the right word?) face, Regulus.
Apparently many of them are dead. And something is chasing them, chasing them here.
If it can kill them . . what chance do we stand? |
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| Many changes |
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| 01:17pm 20/11/2002 |
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Once again, I'm spilling my thoughts into this online journal.
I hadn't expected to write anything about what's been happening.
Iris . . . I haven't spoken with her in ages, although I have been assured by a few mutual friends that she's doing fine. Wish that I knew for certain, because she's sold the mansion that Psych Mosquito willed to her, or changed the locks on me.
Keeping the store afloat in winter is a hectic thing . . . and costly. I've been either there, or tending to the biosphere for the past several weeks . . no, I don't really know for how long. On top of that, Da's forgetting to eat again, so I've been making up meals, storing them in the freezer, and then having to check on him regularly to make sure he's even eating them. Just last night, he admitted to not having eaten in the past twelve hours, possibly more, when I went in to ask. While making him a batch of spaghetti, mild, I finally had a chance to tell him about Tengu.
Something's drastically wrong in Tengu's head, he's paranoid, nervous, tends towards hysteria, and is acting brashly. I'm worried, because it's something non-physical, something in his programming that's wrong. I'm sure of it.
Gave Da the contents of the data dump I did on his self-diagnostics program. Got everything since he was transferred into his new body . . . I think he's [***********DELETEDCONTENT***********], of all things.
And yet I can't tell anybody. So I put it up here, where it's not likely any of my siblings will see . . . risky, because they may find this journal, but I . . . |
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| Minor amusments, greater threats. |
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| 09:47am 14/10/2002 |
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mood:  amused
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Yesterday was . . . interesting. And further proof that lunacy isn't limited to just my siblings.
In making sure that a shipment of bananas made it out safely from one of the primary docks along the Ivory Coast (no, I'm not saying which one), I found someone had hidden in one of the crates.
And 'ook'ed at me when I asked them to climb out. The voice was rather familiar, so I'm guessing it was either Jazz from the Maverick Hunters, or perhaps the less-than-stable rampant flirt from the Mavericks, Mirror Pegasus.
More likely to be Jazz than Mirror, thankfully.
Either way, whoever-it-was teleported out of the crate to places unknown. Afterwards, the oldest of robot science, Protoman appeared. And said nothing, although he was carrying a towel, before he teleported out. Rather peculiar. |
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| Probably asking for trouble, but . . . |
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| 12:50pm 30/09/2002 |
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LiveJournal
Tarot Cards
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Ace of Staves
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| An androgynous man/woman stands in a field of flowers, wearing only a fishnet bodysuit and a neck-to-mid-thigh dark green roman robe. The hair is long, yet colorless. A thorny vine twines down one arm, and a DNA symbol rests in the other hand. He/she looks benevolent of expression. |
| Divinatory Meanings: This card represents a certain amount of tranquility through one's acheivements, especially those in the fields of botany, genetic manipulation, and robotics. Featuring an artificial life form that is male, female, and neither, it implies that one should be oneself, and not let others lead you away from what makes you happy. Love where one loves, not where another wishes you to. |
| Reversed: Mutation, pain, scorn for what one is and what one isn't. This is science gone awry, twisted away from its natural form at orders you cannot disobey. Servitude in pain. |
| Elemental Alignments: Elementally allied with both earth and air, when chosen to represent someone, this card speaks of potent power for those who hover between two factors. Also potent for Virgos, and those in the Cusps between zodiac signs. |
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| 03:10pm 29/09/2002 |
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mood: amused
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Not much has happened since almost all of my repairs were finished, but there was something that happened yesterday that was quite amusing.
Although Snake really needs to get over that bad habit of his of baiting our siblings, it actually worked out in a way that was pretty funny, now that I think back on it. I walked in on the second half of it, but apparently Snake had been baiting Tengu over the radio while in the biosphere. Snake had hidden himself on one of the upper branches of my house-tree, Shadow was just listening to the biosphere nearby. Tengu just stalked off in search of Snake a little bit after I stepped in.
Admittably, I wasn't in all that good of a mood to begin with, so simply headed inside to get back to baking cookies for Da. Didn't pay any attention to the radio, not really, so Snake diving in the kitchen window and plastering me to the floor accidentally was a big surprise.
In the scramble that happened next, Snake hid in my closet downstairs. I let him squirm in there after Tengu and Shadow walked off. Petty, I know, but I was annoyed. Calmed down by the time I had the cookies in the oven, so I went downstairs to tell him they'd gone. Must've beenr eally paniced, because he hid in that Rio dress of mine, and that's a complicated bit of work to get out of. Dashed out past me when I opened the door, tripped, and knocked himself out falling into the stairs.
Wish I'd had a camera, the sights of him in the dress, unconscious, was priceless.
He was still panicing when he woke up, and it took a little to calm him down enough to get the remains of my dress off of him. He did say thank you before leaving, which is a rare treat. No regrets on how things turned out, although I will miss that dress. I don't have a whole lot of reds that look good with my eyes without turning me into a christmas ornament. |
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