Uh! Wolverine has taken to scaring me at the end of the day or attempting it anyway. One things for sure I don't swoon over him like other girls. I just don't see what's so grate about him.
Unrelated thought, I'm being dragged out to the watering hole tonight. I'd rather sleep. tomorrow is going to be a looooooooong day.
Ebenezer
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Up-date from the Plotless Monster
She came bellow deck fuming. She wasn't getting payed enough to allow the fish to have a good time and she sure as hell didn't want her shipmates to be happy. No they should suffer, more than herself if possible. The Plotless Monster was nothing, a poor excuse for a ship. She had worked on better. She let us know every opportunity she got. Unfortunately someone fact-checked that and came back unimpressed lowering her cred with the rest of the crew.
This bit started months ago. Well, the fuming below decks. Now with the coming of Vanity she felt threatened. Here was someone who would threaten her position. And so Testa, instead of rising to the occasion and being a gracious queenly presence, became a feral animal. Which alienated those who would have helped her.
Our social health is threatened by self interest. At what point dose undisciplined self interest kill you?
This bit started months ago. Well, the fuming below decks. Now with the coming of Vanity she felt threatened. Here was someone who would threaten her position. And so Testa, instead of rising to the occasion and being a gracious queenly presence, became a feral animal. Which alienated those who would have helped her.
Our social health is threatened by self interest. At what point dose undisciplined self interest kill you?
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Return of Mother Bear
Why does anticipation make me sick? I wanted to have a good chill kind of week but that is impossible now because of all the personnel changes going on ship-side. The original commander is returning and I'm grateful. But to loose Meat Ball and Dark Star is a heavy blow. I met Vanity the other day and I don't know what to do about her. Well, yeah there isn't anything really. Just gotta roll with it.
Kaj is very critical of Jello. I don't know what the point of it is. Yeah, he isn't personable and sure he treats us like slaves but ya gotta remember not every one can be a saint and he is definitely among the sinners. They all are lost and broken and looking at it from that perspective what right do I have to demand my pound of flesh? No, revenge and all that are impediments. I've had to divorce myself from other peoples feelings. Being naturally empathetic, I held feelings tightly to myself and they overwhelmed me. Now I've matured to the place where more of those feelings are going through me. I don't try to block them or hold them in. Both things have lead to pain. I'm not always successful.
I have lived though "interesting" times. I wish things were a wee bit less interesting. I plan to keep my head down and pants some people. My position is stable I can afford to cash in some "favor".
I was with the Flooders tonight they're a good group of people they feel like family now. It usually takes much longer for me to say that about people. I've come a long way.
I'm exhausted before I even begin. Maranatha.
Kaj is very critical of Jello. I don't know what the point of it is. Yeah, he isn't personable and sure he treats us like slaves but ya gotta remember not every one can be a saint and he is definitely among the sinners. They all are lost and broken and looking at it from that perspective what right do I have to demand my pound of flesh? No, revenge and all that are impediments. I've had to divorce myself from other peoples feelings. Being naturally empathetic, I held feelings tightly to myself and they overwhelmed me. Now I've matured to the place where more of those feelings are going through me. I don't try to block them or hold them in. Both things have lead to pain. I'm not always successful.
I have lived though "interesting" times. I wish things were a wee bit less interesting. I plan to keep my head down and pants some people. My position is stable I can afford to cash in some "favor".
I was with the Flooders tonight they're a good group of people they feel like family now. It usually takes much longer for me to say that about people. I've come a long way.
I'm exhausted before I even begin. Maranatha.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Hiccuping Walnuts
Hiccuping Walnuts was by far the oldest house in the neighborhood. And before you groan about this being one of "those" stories let me remind you that "those" stories are what makes the others so much more elevated and satisfying. This may very well be badly conceived but exuberantly executed.
Any way, the house was the oldest one and because it held the neighborhood first it boasted the largest garden as well. The owner was a fallen noble who had spun off the out buildings to tenants who barely supported the maintenance and up keep of Hiccuping Walnuts.
The Baron Jean Claude Von Freezon was not particularly German or French and had the reputation of being a merry carkedy-lank sort of person. Though his ancestors were accustomed to living in grand style and his own father had been raised to expect a life of ease the present Baron was a simple man who gloried in the sound of birds and spent many mornings tending his fantastic garden. He was most carefully dressed however and trim for his age which at this time was very near mid-century.
This garden I refer to was precisely laid and contained mostly edibles much to the consternation of the Baron's more wealthy cousins who's idea of a garden was much like their idea of dog breading the more useless and fussy a thing the more valued. But as I've just observed the Baron was a blessedly simple man.
Any way, the house was the oldest one and because it held the neighborhood first it boasted the largest garden as well. The owner was a fallen noble who had spun off the out buildings to tenants who barely supported the maintenance and up keep of Hiccuping Walnuts.
The Baron Jean Claude Von Freezon was not particularly German or French and had the reputation of being a merry carkedy-lank sort of person. Though his ancestors were accustomed to living in grand style and his own father had been raised to expect a life of ease the present Baron was a simple man who gloried in the sound of birds and spent many mornings tending his fantastic garden. He was most carefully dressed however and trim for his age which at this time was very near mid-century.
This garden I refer to was precisely laid and contained mostly edibles much to the consternation of the Baron's more wealthy cousins who's idea of a garden was much like their idea of dog breading the more useless and fussy a thing the more valued. But as I've just observed the Baron was a blessedly simple man.
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