| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Twenty-three |
[Jul. 17th, 2011|01:27 am] |
So I'm looking to hire on another mechanic or two, if anybody's interested. I own a garage in Phoenix, Arizona. If I had some people besides the pot bellied, stale beer smelling neanderthals I hired under a temporary insanity to work on cars coming in, or even just to stand behind me and make sure I don't impale myself with a wrench while cursing at an engine, that'd be most appreciated. Just putting that out there.
This whole moving on thing is harder than I thought. At least without a shit ton of booze. Kal... Ugh. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Twenty-two |
[Mar. 3rd, 2011|10:54 pm] |
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It's official. A blanket, a pillow, and a hot plate have somehow made their way into the Enterprise. I might as well give up my apartment lease at this rate. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Twenty-one |
[Feb. 5th, 2011|04:48 pm] |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Nineteen |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|11:06 am] |
Ugh. I hate the Christmas holidays. The one time a year that my parents actually expect me to come home to hick town because my stupid brother refuses and they can't handle two offspring disappointments. God forbid! And by 'expect' I of course mean threaten me within an inch of my life. There isn't a lot that scares me, but when it comes to my parents? Even Kirk shuts up.
If anyone needs me I'll be hiding in the Enterprise until after New Years. Kal out. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Eighteen |
[Nov. 25th, 2010|11:08 pm] |
There's something wrong with my ship. This, I cannot allow. Where the hell is Scotty when you need him?! Bones. I'm unhappy.
In other news, I think we can rule out a freak worm hole accident as the cause of this phenomenon plaguing the crap out of this planet. Then again I'm mostly banking this on the fact that I haven't seen Spock's sixty year old self walking around anywhere yet. Though it should be noted, I have yet to see that pointy eared bastard around himself either. Kirk out. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Seventeen |
[Nov. 14th, 2010|09:14 am] |
Captain's Log: Stardate... Something something insert a lot of impressive numbers here, something.
It appears the captain has jumped ship. Can't find him anywhere, even after offering to take us to a strip club. This is most troubling, as he never passes up an opportunity to exercise his male depravity. What is going on here?
All signs point to something other then an alternate universe. Why? After careful inspection this morning it appears I'm not pregnant and Ryan is still alive, so we're going with something else. Fluke in the universe? Some sort of borg foul play? Those borgs are never up to any good. This also stinks of Romulan, those dirty alien humanoids could have been lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to separate us.
Point is, man in my head is very much gone. I feel naked.
Kal out. Oh god, WHERE IS KIRK?! |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Sixteen |
[Nov. 3rd, 2010|12:03 pm] |
Note to self: It is never a good idea to attempt to substitute headlights for lasers on a normal, non-Enterprise vehicle. Kirk and I are grounded.
( Kit and Jane ) |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Fifteen |
[Sep. 25th, 2010|10:29 pm] |
Right. So. The Enterprise has turned into a party bus. Whoops. My bad. Even Kirk is like, 'what the hell are you doing with my ship, lady?' You know it's bad when Kirk is trying to be the moral center. I say trying because, obviously he fails harder then a fat kid saying no to cake.
In other news, my boyfriend may or may not be a cyborg. Jury's still out on that one. Kirk out! |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Fourteen |
[Sep. 3rd, 2010|04:51 pm] |
Attention any and all space-inclined reincarnates!
Kirk and Uhura are in need of some extra bodies. Why? Because we have the Enterprise, but currently only two people to man it. Anyone interested in going for a ride this weekend, sign up here! Background in piloting and/or navigation preferable, but not a requirement.
There's budweiser and junk food in it for you, as long as you don't make a mess of my ship.
MY SHIP. STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S MINE.
... Please help me make my dream a reality and fly this bitch with me?
(Also siblings related to Lucas and non-spacey reincarnates are allowed on board as passengers, particularly anyone in the Agency who's interested in seeing a different side of space...) |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Thirteen |
[Aug. 24th, 2010|10:23 am] |
ENTERPRISE. IN THE DESERT. HNNNGGG THERE'S AN ENTERPRISE IN THE DESERT.
MINE. ALL MINE.
ENTERPRISE!!! |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Twelve |
[Aug. 20th, 2010|11:12 am] |
Alright. You people and your... getting space ships on your birthdays. Do you realize what you've done to me? Now, if the Enterprise doesn't show up on my birthday this Sunday, I'm going to be seriously pissed and possibly come after all of you.
Augh. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Eleven |
[Jul. 11th, 2010|01:23 am] |
Alright, this isn't even funny anymore. You all are torturing me with your finding space ships and talk about going to space. Teases, that's what you all are. Teases. And I thought Kirk was a big tease.
I just have one question for you (not sure who 'you' is, I'm just babbling to whoever is actually bothering to listen to my woes). Where the hell is my ship? |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Ten |
[Jun. 14th, 2010|09:45 am] |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Nine |
[Jun. 8th, 2010|08:50 am] |
Holy Vulcan Mind Meld, Batman.
Hey guys, I'm alive. My brain wasn't scrambled! Agency Directors are so hot right now. ... Rethinking that scrambled thing.
It's official. It's in the hundreds in Phoenix. This morning at 10 AM I'm almost positive I sweat off most of my body mass. Uuuuuuggggghhhh.
It's times like these that I regret making my living working in a garage. Intense heat plus car fumes all day long? Not. Ideal. Excuse me while I go sit in my air conditioned apartment for a few hours. Or maybe find a way to crawl into the freezer. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Eight |
[May. 31st, 2010|11:31 am] |
I could get used to this whole fictional places showing up thing if I keep having nights like Saturday, holy crap. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe? What's next, the Starfleet Academy? ... YES PLEASE!
( Ryan ) |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Seven |
[May. 19th, 2010|12:29 am] |
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Hm. Well. That was. Why am I still watching this show again? Oh yeah, because if I don't see how it ends now, I'll drive myself bonkers trying to imagine all the impossible possibilities. Still not over the fucked upness of last week so in an effort to lighten the mood in the midst of all this island-y doom and gloom, I bring you all this. |
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| Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Six |
[May. 10th, 2010|10:03 am] |
You'll be happy to know, Myles, that I took a bullet for you once again. Mommy dearest sends her love, and would also like you to know that she's hoping we'll both be married with kids by next Mother's Day. Kill me. Now.
She also made me try on dresses for two hours, as her 'mother's day present'. You owe me beer.
AUUUUGGGHHH, THERE'S A MINI ENTERPRISE IN STORAGE. AUUUGGHH. |
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| Continuing the Captain's Log ✈ Stardate: Five |
[Apr. 28th, 2010|11:29 am] |
I had a dream last night that I was flying the Enterprise. My conscious is officially teasing the hell out of me, or maybe that's just Kirk... Incorrigible bastard.
Myles, when the fuck is this birthday party happening? I just realized I've been planning for it without a date in my head. But uh. Everything else is taken care of?
Edit: Attention people invited to Jonathan's first birthday party! (As far as I know that includes Joy, Lucas, Joe and a bunch of Super Heroes? Hey, whatever you're into. I'm Myles' sister by the way.)
... Uh. It's this Saturday. 2pm. Myles' place, my phone number is [Kal's cell phone number] for directions. Bring shit? |
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| Four ✈ Either we're going down, or they are |
[Apr. 12th, 2010|11:34 am] |
Personally, I think this whole reincarnation thing is a bunch of bullshit. Or rather, the way people seem to deal with it is. Or, not deal with it, in some cases.
I so agree, Kal, I think-
No one needs to hear what you think, Kirk, it's surely going to end in some sort of lewd comment that's just going to offend everybody.
Well I never.
... Right, anyway. Seriously, people. If we all spent a little less time worrying about shit we can't change and more time living our lives instead of thinking of it in terms of living our head mate's lives? We might all be a lot better off. Ya'll are nuts.
This is why I'm thirty years old, hardly ever date, and essentially live out of my garage. It's just simpler that way, though I still think I need to get some actual female mechanics up in here aside from me. I'm surrounded by men, and most of them aren't even attractive when I'm eight beers deep. Shame, a real shame. |
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