SydneyRichardson

1. Shakespear's Macbeth 6. Dr. Seuss's Horton... hears a who I want to say, but it might be the other Horton one... 8. Moby Dick? 13. Gone with the wind 14. Edgar Allen Poe, can't recall what piece (great) 16. The Giver, and I should know the author! 19. Hamlet (also by Bill)... of course when I read it the first thing I thought was Omlet... sigh..

Kermit the Frog

dinosaur

epic

Syd stood in front of a full length mirror, slowly French braiding her hair. She had on her dress uniform, ready to hop onto a transport and go to the Ball. Well, not too dreadfully ready perhaps. "I don't want to go," she told her reflection. Her reflection didn't want to go either. With a sigh she twisted the hair at the nape of her neck into a bun, and pinned it tightly. She closed her eyes and whispered, "There will be people there. Lots and lots and lots of people." Folding her hands behind her and standing up as straight as possible she said aloud, "I don't do people. Not now anyways." Behind her Rebecca scoffed. "You never did people. You've always been a freak." Turning to her, Syd calmly said, "Thank you." "You're welcome," came the reply, Rebecca not even looking up from what she was reading. Darcy bounced on the bed. "Is everyone on your ship as handsome as Jack?" "He's older than you, you should call him Mr. O'Neill or Ensign O'Neill." Gennie sat on the ground pawing through a box of earrings. "Are you going to wear any of these tonight, Syd?" Syd sat down. "I'm not going." "I like the pearls!" Darcy jumped off the bed and started digging in the box too. "Don't touch!" Gennie shoved Darcy. "Don't hit me!" Darcy shoved Gennie. "Don't yell at me!" Gennie gave Darcy a harder shove. "Fine, I'll go!" Syd yelled. Rebecca sat there smirking. “You never did tell us about the other guys on the ship Syd. Do you have a boyfriend?” Her tone was mocking, Syd noted. “You girls can spend the night here if Mom says it is okay,” Syd took the pearl earrings from Gennie, “and don’t wait up for me, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Darcy scowled, “Don’t we even get to say hi to Jack?” “Jack is not my date for tonight. He… went off to see his Uncle’s grave or something, I’m not even sure if he’ll be there tonight.” “Then who’s your date?” Darcy poked her annoyingly as she headed down the stairs, “Do we get to meet him? Huh? Huh?” “I don’t have a date tonight,” she told them, giving them each a hug before walking out the door. “I’m going stag.”

The screen had read Death: 3:14 pm, pacific, Robert O'Neill... Jack had stumbled out to the back to say so to Syd, but instead of getting the words out he just had her come in. He poked the computer screen further, scrolling down the black background colored note he received from the institute. "Oh, no... They lied to me..." Syd had been quickly dusting dirt and tears off her face as she walked in. She plopped onto a fluffy looking chair near where Jack sat looking at the screen. Feeling kind of grumpy about not getting to stay lying in the grass, she asked him tersely, "What? Who lied about what?" "A doctor Tratos told me he would have at least a year before the illness consumes him... It's been six months... I never should have left... No..." Jack quickly stood up and began pacing around the room, tugging at his hair. Popping up, Syd asked, "Who? Who is it that died?" Quickly biting her lip, she hoped her silly sounding questions did not irritate him. She looked at this strange man pacing around in her office area and wondered what she was supposed to make of it all. A quick thought process reminded her that all she knew about him was that he worked on the Agincourt. Not much to go on. Jack gawked stupidly at her and sat on the floor. "My uncle... " You're thinking too much. The guy has got a problem, try to help instead of wondering who he is, she thought to herself. Syd sat down on the floor in front of him. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked, her eyebrows knit with sudden worry. He placed his head on his knee. "I don't know... I've no more family here... I don't know... what should I do?" Don't ask me! She thought to herself. I don't even know what I should do! But to him, Syd nodded resolutely. "You should come have dinner with my family. Dad can give you advice on getting affairs in order, 'cause that's not something you think about doing when a loved one... passes on." She chewed on her lip before adding, "And mom will make sure you eat something." Jack looked at Syd, while searching his mind about what to do. Of course his mind didn't help since he had no clue what to do in this case, except to be very depressed. "If you think I should ... Then I will ..." She stood and helped him to his feet. "First though, I think you better change. I don't think my parents would take me bringing an Ensign home very well." She smirked. "Uh, that came out wrong. All I meant is change into civilian clothes and don't mention your rank unless pressed." Syd motioned for him to follow her as she walked to a room he could change in. "Were you close to your uncle?" Jack nodded to Syd, holding back all the memories he and his uncle had, and all the memories missing about him and his parents. Bummer it hurts. "He was the only one I had left ... that was family." She gave him a quick hug. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this." Then, pointing into the room to her left, "You can change in here." Jack went into the room Syd was pointing at and took off the yellow uniform, then pulled on his T-shirt with a strange logo on it. Syd paced up and down the hallway, whistling while trying to concentrate on Jack's problems instead of her own. Stuffing his uniform components into his luggage bag, he walked out of the room. He sighed. "Hey!" she said as he walked out, "We may not be coming back here, so let me show you something real quick." Tugging at his sleeve, she led him to a room filled with swords, knives, and spears. "You're a security guy, right? Go ahead and have a look around." Syd smiled, hoping that looking around this room would help some. As they walked into the room she felt how painfully obvious it was that she had no idea how to help him. Jack stared at the weaponry and felt strange. He looked back at Syd and watched her braid swing from side to side. Then a heavy thought hit him. "I'll be good, I swear. If I am being a nuisance, getting in your hair, I'll leave ASAP. But, you don't need to show me ... you know ... your ... 'tactical' capabilities." With a laugh she told him, "Oh, no, I didn't bring you here to intimidate you by any means. I just thought you might like them..." She felt silly for showing him these now. Sighing, she said, "Yeah, so let's head out then I guess." Syd headed towards the door, wondering what her parents were going to say about the uninvited guest...

younglings

Noodles

I'd like more Trek, but not badly enough to go Yes let Berman do it!

The Sound of Music

Normal

Ionic compounds

Sorry, she's not really the one for me...

life everlasting

I would suggest to google for... I use this one whenever a Romulan is part of the SGV's... we should all thwap NDak for rarely using his UT (but only if we want to die...). Actually, I like it when the Rommies talk their lingo... it gives me little phrases to scare "normal" people with.