will_marx

GMs:

STSF Kent

Will Marx

CO> Will Marx

XO> STSF Kent

CSCI> T'ashaya

ASCI> TKAR

Mission Brief:

Shuttle Oberon is currently on the beach of a tropical, deserted Class-M planet. ((TOS Prime Movie Era))

Christmas Songs! Let's discuss:

 

Local stations are all running Christmas songs in keeping with the season. On that note, there are certain artists who should not be allowed anywhere remotely near Yuletide songs:

 

Bruce Springsteen for his "half talk, half croon" version of Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Dude, stick with Born in the USA.

 

The Beach Boys for Little St. Nick and Santa Clause is Coming to Town. Must. Not. Freak. Out. They. Need. To. Stay with. Beach and Surfing tunes.

 

On the positive side, Taylor Swifts version of Santa Baby is pretty good, *maybe* even better then Madonnas "Betty Boop" version.

 

However, the original, 1953 jazzy version of Santa Baby - sung by Eartha Kitt - is still the best.

 

On a completely random note, Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer? Funny, yet depressing.

 

Can't sleep....the Christmas songs'll get me....can't sleep....

 

Happy Holidays all. w00t!

Dylan and Little Drummer Boy

This is why I have almost 10 hours on my iPod and iTunes. Including a Glenn Miller swing version of Jingle Bells w00t!

Would I like to see a New TOS Trek TV series? Actually....yes and no. ::shrugs:: I think the movie installments are where the franchise needs to stay for right now.

As would I...however, JJ and the crew at Bad Robot need to keep one thing in mind with new TOS: Keep it consistent. That was one of the biggest problems with all the subsequent spin-offs. The writers ignored established canon, and retcon'd things that were never even thought of in TOS, like the Borg on Earth in the late 21st Century...

Sky Harbour Aegis, also falling on December 25 and January 1, will be taking a two-week hiatus. Our next sim will be January 8 when the crew will hopefully have come to grips with the alleged mutiny.

OMG!! Your crew too!? Watch your back.....my Chief Engineer just killed me two weeks ago! Now they'll be coming for you!

Is this mutiny catching?!

I heard that even Hood is starting to get...surly with Bethany in command.

Anyway, for those of you who might've missed it, Arcadia is canceled tonight.

::voluntarily listens to, and prefers, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Beethoven, AC/DC, Toby Keith, ZZ Top...::

Now that we can officially welcome you, Mr Seton, just a friendly word of advice-- do your character development after you've graduated and are assigned to a sim. Certain sims have certain requirements (i.e. Talon won't allow any Federation race aboard since she's our Romulan sim), and a lot depends on the GM team's personal preferences. And, as always, anything that may go against ST canon must be approved by the host team.

Spam, spam, spam.

By the way, Happy QM Day.

I'm taking a minute to convey certain feelings I've been repressing ...

 

I HATE SNOW.. SNOWSTORMS, SHOVELING ,COLD ...

 

Why was I born in Canada?!!?

 

Thank you for your time :blink:

Why do you think the McKenzie Brothers used to have a map that said "The Great White North" behind them?

Hoser

I wonder what will happen first: Me bowling a 300 game or me winning 2 consecutive Minesweeper games in expert

Wow...someone's really bored to be playing Minesweeper...

Anyway, I'm thinking the 300'll be first

The latest sci-fi need edge-of-the-seat action? The difference between us and them:

....

Star Trek will invent one culture that disallows its women to wear clothes.

 

And Stargate will take Star Trek's culture so that they can nuke the bad guys that are forcing this culture's women to wear clothes.

w00t!

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore--

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--

Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door--

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;

This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"--here I opened wide the door--

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"--

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore--

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--

'Tis the wind and nothing more.

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore--

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour

Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--

Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before--

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore--

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never--nevermore.'"

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore--

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!--

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--

On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore--

Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--

"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!--quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"

Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming

And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted--nevermore!

I prefer Poe as my poet laureate

Who knew the STSF was filled with such well read people?

 

(mostly from memory, had to look it up and fix a few words)

Because we're geeks, and therefore, well read people.

Well now I feel sad because I can't quote shakespeare like you guys.. so BLARGLE

Well, you got tired of us quoting Monty Python, so...

Enterprise had promise...if it had been done right. Q...was supposed to be a villain for Ent-D...and turned into comedic relief for the TNG/DS9/VOY

== STSF Academy: ROSTER for 12-05-09 ==

Commanding Officer <CO> ----- Will

Helm/Operations Manager <HOPS> ------- Sage

Tactical Officer <TAC>-- cdtseton

Chief Security Officer <CSEC> -- Oz Laurell

Assistant Security Officer <ASEC> -- Vilanne

Chief Science Officer <CSCI> -- John

Chief Medical Officer <CMO> --- TKAR

CHief Engineering Officer <CENG>--- Samantha Kent

Shuttle Oberon is currently sitting on the beach of a deserted tropical island on an unexplored Class M planet. Everyone is on the shuttle.

::prefers snow over rain::

To be, or not to be: that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,

The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,

The insolence of office and the spurns

That patient merit of the unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscover'd country from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry,

And lose the name of action...

Wm. Shakespeare, Hamlet, 3/1

It's snowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwing!

 

 

 

((Of course it waits to do so until the day I'm taking a long drive. :D Mother nature is a capricious lady indeed.))

Nah, that's Murphy laughing at you.

::clears throat::

Welcome!

Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century.

That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose

For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia.

Academy times are listed ET, so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

Indeed. Many happy returns, Admiral.

::clears throat::

Welcome!

Two things to remember: 1) Any Academy hosted by STSF N'Dak is a guaranteed suicide mission [And that's a direct quote from his signature]. 2) Never compare the GMs to Captains Bligh or Queeg if you want to get graduate sometime before the turn of the century.

That being said, I'd recommend reading: How to sim, as well as: Tips from the Moose

For all your technobabble needs, visit Memory Alpha or Ex Astris Scientia.

Academy times are listed ET (Eastern Time), so adjust as appropriate for your timezone. Academies are mandatory, and everyone is human. Save your character development for your Advanced Ship. Minimum graduation time is 3 Academies, but don't expect to graduate that quickly; the host teams prefer to see how are over a longer span of time. And once you are posted to your first Advanced Sim, it's strongly recommended that any ideas that go outside Trek canon be approved by your host team.

Academy Schedule:

-Sundays:3pm

-Mondays, Wednesdays: 10pm

-Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays: 9pm

-Saturday: 1159pm (Sunday Morning at midnight)

Nod to Will on the Ace Combat series, best 20 bucks I ever spent on a video game, I've been trying to rationalize getting Ace 5 when games like Fallout 3, Left 4 Dead 2, Halo: ODST and Forza 3 are coming out. And I too am waiting for Mass Effect 2 Kansas, I'm building up my perfect level 60 Shepard to pass by the months.

Go for it, Travis. It's got a really good storyline, wingman combat capabilities, split paths on several missions, and Kei Nagase- an anime babe in a flightsuit (who isn't over-developed).

MS FSX

Ace Combat 4

Ace Combat 5

Burnout 3

Civ 4

Pretty much the extent of mine.

I haven't seen enough to really say, but from what I've seen of the Original Series, it's no wonder Star Trek has become the unstoppable juggernaut it is today. And thankfully they didn't screw up the new movie like they did with Star Wars (Lucas why would you do that to us?).

Because he's got total control of SW canon, so he determines what is and isn't official, and how it goes, who plays whom, etc. Roddenberry was that way as well (which is why we never really saw the Federation and Saladin/Hermes-class ships from the Franz Joseph's SFTM) but Paramount pulled the plug on Roddenberry's control after the flop that was ST:TMP

::raises hand and steps to the podium::

 

Hi, I'm Atragon and I remember TOS when it originally aired, too.

 

{Small crowd of old people, leaning close to listen} Hi, Atragon.

 

I remember watching the first episode aired because it scared the bejeepers out of me (and I'f been missing my bejeepers ever since). My brothers and I were psyched to watch this new Sci Fi TV show and there was Nancy Crater turning into the salt monster with the creepy face and suction cup finger tips!

I remember watching it in syndication, then making tricorders and phasers out of random bits of wood to then imagine I was McCoy during play time at preschool. That's right, you young whippersnappers, we used to use our "imagination".