unused_bagels

Of course, another Tuesday and my plans are screwed up. Between work and my wife being induced tomorrow, I'm sorry I haven't been able to show up. Please wish us luck, it's a boy, and he should be coming out tomorrow (because her water broke a couple days ago). If not, I'll try to make it.

So tonight I have an MRI. I lied about my Transparisteel endoskeleton, so they might keep me until after the sim is over tonight so I can talk to Homeland Security about some place in New Mexico. I'm really sorry. Wish me luck.

There's a building down the street where I can get food. I might be able to get away with going over there "for dinner" and then getting on STSF... Now that you mentin it, I think their internet is laxer, cos it's a bar/liberty center/wings place

Well, when I'm on 24-hour watch, we technically stop working and "go to sleep" in the adjacent bunkroom at about 2000. The sims start at 21-2200, and it's not like I can leave.

My other car is an ALUMINUM FALCON!

Is there some way to mirror or link to the chatroom and still access it via a network that blocks gaming and chat-based websites? I know that sites that aren't necessarily tagged as such, or that haven't gotten on a blacklist, are still accessible (such as noob.us, even though it has games, or omegle.com, even though it is nothing but chat).

I stand 24-hour watches a few times a week, and would love to attend consecutive sims, even when I'm at work. Can anyone set something up to make this happen?

We are pretty bad with touching thingies.

Sorry about not showing up the past couple times, but my chief keeps changing the watchbill on me. Past few tuesdays, it's been surprise! you work tonight! yay....

anyway for another month or so, I've been put on night shifts, and until I can switch my schedule with a buddy to accommodate more than just STSF (and have tuesdays off for Judo and to see my wife, who doesn't work tues), I might not be able to make it until the end of march.

Please don't hate me,

Bagelman

This up to date? Bagelman wants a slot~

I watched it for Margaret Cho.

A buddy of mine brought it to my attention that Sir Patrick Stewart has been knighted this year. For the squee's, he looked for his coat of arms (as he is entightled to), and we can't find one. Anyone know what it looks like?

I know I haven't been on as often as anyone would like. With this crazy schedule that changes every 3 days, I find myself spending most of my time at home in fragmented sleep (consisting of long naps, since I don't get to have a consistent sleep pattern). There's talk of changing the schedule back to days, with 5-section 24 hour shifts, which would be preferable, since I can sleep like a normal man if I do this...

Anyway, maybe I'll be on later next week. :/

What's funny is I accidentally logged in under my old name... which means I don't need it approved, since I apparently subconsciously remembered my password...

Right?

for at least tonight and possibly next week, I'm going home to my wife for the first time in 6 months. i will get back to the ship when I've been approved

Ian leaned over after eating the lump lump (cookie?) and curled up in a ball on the biobed. He was so empty, yet felt full. Scratch that, he felt wretched. Speaking of which, he looked over at the bucket full of his own vomit, and retched again at the sight of it. coughing, he reached up and waved to Vilanne.

"Can ye give us another lump, then?"

USSR

 

Union of Soviet Socialist Republics

;)

USSR = UnSurvivable Security Redshirts!

LMAO

sweet. once you've loaded the pic in the link you just added, everything on the top of the page works. odd, eh?

::breaks out Thread Defibrillator::

New Acronym!

USSR

A yeoman came up to him as he was pushing buttons on the TAC console.

"Sir? Urgent message to you from SFC. They say it's a personal matter."

He quirked a brow. Not that comment I made to the nurse, is it? He gulped, preparing for the worst.

He signaled for Mr. T to take his post, notified his CO, and left the bridge, following the Yeoman to the TL.

"Deck 1236721348." whirrrrrrr.

Bagellis came to his quarters and opened the door. "computer, patch me through to SFC communication link , personal channel 1 3 5 5 4." beepoop.

"Hello, Ensign," Said Admiral Ak'baur, an Andorian Medical fleet officer. His antennae wiggled slightly, and his face looked rather sad. "I regret to be the one to tell you this, Ensign, but... " he paused. "Your brother died last night."

Ian blanched. "I...he... what?"

"He was working on a plasma conduit... and it malfunctioned. He suffered 3rd degree plasma burns, and died from loss of blood and blunt force trauma. He was DOA, son. There was nothing we could do...

I know you two weren't close, but I wanted to tell you, he always spoke fondly of you. Look, do you want us to send over a shuttle to bring you back for his funeral? Your parents are coming to see him off."

Ian blinked. He didn't know what to say. "I'l.... Have to clear it with my captain, you know, arrange leave... "

"I'll talk to her. I outrank her, remember? I'll call you back to arrange the details."

"I, um... yeah... Look, I gotta go..."

"I understand. Call me if you need anything. Ak'baur out."

Ian leaned back in his chair and ran his hands through his hair. What were you supposed to do when your brother died?

Ian Bagellis's personal log, Stardate 0903.05..

make that six.

I've been wandering the halls for a while now, checking weapons lockers, and Mr. T. Has made fine work of them. Better him than I; I appreciate organization, perhaps even more than the next bloke. Problem is, I wouldn't know where to start if I had to organize something myself.

To be honest, I probably would, but I'd be so overwhelmed by the task at hand that I'd forget how.

Sometimes I wonder how I got into all this mess...

I remember wanting to travel.

I remember wanting to do something important.

I wanted job satisfaction.

I wanted guaranteed meals and a roof over my head, stable berthing.

...

I wonder if I ever get promoted on this cramped flying battleship, could I request a permanent position on TAC? That's something I can sink my teeth into. Reactive Security. Not this Proactive bull pucky they've been having me do ever since I set foot here.

But then there's T'Mir. And I'm not just talking about her amazing vulcan body this time, I'm talking about T'Mir the woman. Something about her today really made me think. I can't remember the last time a woman made me think about anythin other than meself. I dunno, she was so vulnerable, so....

*sigh*

It was as if I had met a person I could be friends with for a very long time.

Maybe it's time to subspace my wife.

Log end.

Yes, believe it or not, Ensign Bagellis was there on the planet. He was there more for show, however, than anything.

He was, in fact, napping on a bench.

He woke up in the middle of the auction of the captain. He couldn't help but grin as the two officers fought over her to drive the price up. This was giong to be a little awkward when they all got back to the bridge... He checked under his local-attire cloak, on the right side for his phaser.

Still there. Good, no pickpockets so far.

He checked his left for his phase rifle.

Still there, too.

He allowed himself a look at the captain in her outfit the Orion had given her. Things were definitely going to be different...

He sat back down on the bench and yawned. They'd poke him if they needed him...

....

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

in an attempt to revive this thread, I'll answer my own challenge...

Feebly Exempt: Eugenic Theocracy

Never feed your fish again! simply flush, and PhilterPheed does all the rest!

All I can say is... holy crap. Gene Roddenberry didn't provide for this in his universe...

one I use all the time is "Sh*t on a velvet, toasted pringle!"