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|Tuesday, November 11th, 2003|
Okay, so.. here I am.
Where is here?
Ooh, that is the last time I Travel after sampling anyone's homemade "cultural" alcohol. Current Mood: hungover
|Monday, November 10th, 2003|
|Tuesday, August 19th, 2003|
I'm not sure what I did, but I can at least post from this again.
Enviromental controls have been haywire for the last two days. Between the blizzard on decks 17 and 18, and the fog that spills ever-so-dramatically out of the turbolifts ,(and the jefferies tubes, and the emergency crawlways) I have had more than enough of wierd weather.
I don't think anyone has gotten a good healthy meal since late last week. Replicators are offically 'offline' (they work, they just don't give you what you expect. Or what anyone expects. An hour ago, it was all orangecicle milkshakes. With no cups.), so we're relying on emergency protein suppliments and vitamins.
Never let it be said that the Federation doesn't know how to stock a ship for any and all emergencies.
Showers - sonic and water based are still working. I am infinitly grateful for that. I don't know how long it will last though.
And oddly enough, after checking in with Mom, there's not a -single- thing malfunctioning in Sickbay, except the replicators - and even those aren't as bad as the regular ones. We can still make medical supplies if need be.
I suspect that whatever we're faced with here has some respect for life. Even if it doesn't understand normal human and human-similar society, and what we consider to be acceptable adult behavior.
All the shuttlecraft are accounted for, and there has been -no- transporter activity since before Data went missing. Given the randomness of the changes to our enviroment, I do not think that the entity has enough forethought to erase transporter logs. I hope. Data still may have that forethought, which worries me.
Geordi assigned some teams to manually scan the transporter bays (which have been physically disconnected from the system to prevent mishaps) for any signs. I think they are going to investigate the hardware itself to see if they can produce a log of recent activity.
As for me, at the moment, I am going to test a theory about the entity in question.
If anyone is looking for me, I will be in Holodeck 5. If something goes horribly awry, I can always Travel out. My accuracy is pretty good for very short distances. If for some reason, anyone joins me, do not be suprised if you see a herd of anatomically impossible animated creatures. That's part of the theory.
Edit: Dammit, the spellcheck still doesn't work.
OOC (Yes, it does. Just not for Wes. And at the moment, Wes is going to try to attract the entity in a homoprogram designed around mid 20th century cartoons. Warner Bros and the like.
|Tuesday, August 12th, 2003|
|Monday, August 11th, 2003|
|Ow. Wes to Enterprise, someone please come get me?
Right planet, right hemisphere, wrong climate.
Two out of three isn't bad though. I remain convinced that this is a mental block, as I have not yet inadvertently traveled myself into an ocean or into a ccompletely inhospitable climate, so I am obviously doing something right.
More practice is needed. Especially on fine tuning my ability to pinpoint locations.
Time spent meditating at Uluru notwithstanding, deserts are not my favorite places to be.
|Thursday, July 24th, 2003|
Has anyone besides me noticed that I post to this mostly when I'm in a very bad mood?
Tauron 5's food is awful. Someone remind me never to eat here again.
Captain Picard's party was pretty good, as far as suprise parties hosted by omnipotent entities with seemingly limitless powers to alter reality go.
Geordi? Do you want me to pop in so we can .. ..
deal with the Data situation?( OOC Just pretend this isn't here, unless you are GeordiCollapse )
|Tuesday, June 3rd, 2003|
Public Service Announcement:
I am not an adolecent.
That is all, thanks.
|Friday, May 23rd, 2003|
I know that I am not generally supposed to be a mouthy, superior sounding, sarcastic brat.
But for the love of little green men, why is it that the people are -are- getting laid are so very, very profoundly stupid about it? Current Mood: grouchy
Have decided that I need to send Denialish-to-English dictionaries out to people.
Addresses, folks? I get awesome-cool discounts on shipping, you know.
|Wednesday, May 14th, 2003|
*packing belongings to visit Earth*
*eyes so-called Miracle Baby*
I have less than stellar appriciation for universe-ending events. If anyone needs me to save the universe, or the station, or, by chance, the Enterprise (What? It could happen!), I'll be going on Walkabout at Uluru.
If the universe ends, I'd rather see it coming from someplace I can focus easily from. Current Mood: restless
|Tuesday, May 13th, 2003|
Data? Geordi? Hey, guys?
I was responding to ltBarclay
and I was thinking, you know, camping might not be a bad idea.
Spend some time away from replicators and computers and communicators and get some planet-side outdoors time.
Okay, well, *I* get outdoors time, but its not as much fun when there's a lesson in every encounter with some Balaxian swamp pig about the equality of species and the sanctity of balance.
And I need some new dirty jokes to shock my mentor with. I ran out. A few semesters in Starfleet Academy only goes SO far.
|Monday, April 28th, 2003|
I think I'm developing a sarcastic streak. I'd be more concerned, but everyone else has one, so I'm calling it protective coloring.
Project for today:
Update the layout of this thing so that its not ugly. I'm getting very tired of boring standard layout number one.
And I finally have access to some decent tech, so I won't be trying to edit the markup language this system uses blind.
Nothing is more annoying than trying to guess at the specifics of a language without any kind of proper guide, or even a decent editing tool.
Also, I should probably find some Bajorian philosopher-type, just so I can justify my little vacation to my mentor.
|Sunday, April 27th, 2003|
What a -day-.
I really hope that my mentor isn't reading this, because to be honest, I'm not really all that thrilled at him seeing me argue with a -cat-, a delusional crazy person who can't figure out how to turn the lights on, and -Q-.
Not to mention the naked people. And the crazy Ferengi.
|Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003|
*lands in Holosuite floor in ds9*
*checks nose for blood, finds none*
All RIGHT! No nosebleed, and I .. think.. I got here.. okay...
Uh.. .. can someone please tell me why there's a small posse of naked women in this holodeck? Current Mood: confused
|Friday, April 18th, 2003|
|Thursday, April 17th, 2003|
All this talk of alternate universes makes me wonder if there's an alternate Wesley who didn't leave Starfleet, and is now piloting the Enterprise, or some other ship somewhere...
Still, what's done is done, and I don't think that this point, I could saddle myself with the restrictions of Starfleet. Although I complain about the nosebleeds, I kinda like the freedom to go freely from planet to planet, without having to wait for shore leave or an away team.
I espically don't miss third shift boring course monitoring duty - which is what I would have ended up with, at least for a while. They don't give exciting posts to rank Ensigns who got their pals killed in the Academy, even if they came from the Enterprise.
Also, I'm really enjoying being able to walk around barefoot for weeks on end.
I should probably drop in to see Mom and Data and Geordi and everyone else.... guys? Are you gonna be stopping at any planets anytime in the near future?
As it is, I'm seriously considering popping into Deep Space Nine for a while. Planets are nice, but I miss holodecks and enviromental controls that keep things at a standard temperature. Apparantly, I am not cut out for humidity. Are you folks over there all done with your Evil Twin crisis? Current Mood: bored. Bored, bored, BORED.
|Thursday, April 10th, 2003|
Well, that was a learning expierence.Amanda
got volunteered to watch Q
's kid for some time, and asked me to help, which was far less terrifying than I expected, and actually pretty fun, once we got the kid to remember that *I* am not a Q, and thus can't go playing intergalactic hide and seek*.
So, we introduced the kid to ice cream sundaes, which Q had neglected to do. Which is a shame. Ice cream is one of the great joys of the universe, espically when you are nine.
Most of the human-like races I've seen have something like ice cream. Which is kinda neat, even if some of the variations are just unplesant. Some of the non-human-like races do as well, now that I think about it. Dessert is a universal concept. Neat. I'm learning more and more that when it comes down to it, all the cosmetic and anatomical and reproductive differences between races mean very little in some ways, and so much in others.
That was probably the most useless statement I've ever made.
Putting these thoughts into words is harder than I expected. Damn. Twenty-five hundred word essay on the importance of latinum on the galactic economy, yes, easily. Speculation on the cultural differences and similarities on a galatic scale - a struggle.
What I mean is, that its suprising to see that there are some concepts that are universal, even when culture, biology, even basic chemical makeup is so different.
Even the Horta have "dessert".
* I could play interplanetary hide and seek, but apparantly that's not as much fun, or so he says.
|Monday, April 7th, 2003|
So, I have a picture.
That took entirely too long. Far too many cultures who have not yet invented photography. Far too many who have, but are still convinced that anyone who visits is a God.
I am not happy with this picture. It makes me look like someone from a badly written holodeck program.
Does anyone know what I did to scare/irritate/bother Lt. Barclay? Current Mood: confused
|Saturday, April 5th, 2003|
Okay, I really need to find out how everyone else got those icons.
Still no modified tricorder. Still no tricorder.
Plans for the week:
1 .Find Federation planet or Station where someone knows Q, so that no one decides that I'm Hermes when I drop in sans shuttlecraft. Or worse, decides I'm a Q, or Q himself and accuses me of some random act of trickery.
I've noticed that people are ascribing more ability to me than I have. Ability to travel from planet to planet with ease, even if it results in nosebleeds - Check. Ability to alter reality - Uncheck.
Although, I guess if I can move myself around from place to place, ..
No. Not going there. Altering reality not a viable career choice.
1b. Buy mini-computer or tricorder or something to do this from non-developed worlds.
2. Make one of those icon-pictures. Modify journal to not be boring and dull.
3. Write to Mom. Current Mood: envious