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Log with Ianto: Shoreleave
Mar. 19th, 2011 03:51 am( Happy to lay here, just happy to be here - I'm happy to know you... )
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[FAILED LOCK TO IANTO JONES]
"wont be happy til i know you both can share in every sense of the word i guess"
Ianto...
[/FAILED LOCK]
"wont be happy til i know you both can share in every sense of the word i guess"
Ianto...
[/FAILED LOCK]
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Wow. So, I know that the 21st century generally doesn't have any evidence of "UFOs" or "alien life" in general, but this sort of question is really kind of silly. We've had proof of "aliens" for a while here. And I'm putting "alien" in quotations because alien implies a separation between humans and life from other planets, and let me tell you, that is... really not the case. Seriously, if you ever want to have a really good time, go to a kegger with a Saurian. But never get drunk with them, it leads to really awkward mornings-after.
This question actually sort of reminds me of this Orion who lived on my floor in the dorms, what with the "empirical evidence" part and all. She was in training to be a helmsman as well, so we ended up spending a lot of time together. She was really pretty good, actually, and I'm a little disappointed that she didn't come on the Enterprise with me, since I'd definitely trust her with the stick. Even though I've been doing this since I was a teenager, I still looked up at her a lot, since she was pretty new at it. Then again, Orions are pretty good at picking things up quick. Like, really quick. Actually, they probably invented most of it.
So this whole idea of "believing" in UFOs and all that is kind of a moot point. I mean, I have empirical proof of the existence of aliens. It's kind of hard to pretend that they don't exist when you're up close and personal with them, you know? And trust me, if you don't believe in aliens, having a green girl up on you is pretty much the most amazing way to be proven wrong.
On a completely unrelated train of thought, has anyone ever looked at a chair and really thought about all the things it could be used for?
((OOC: Sulu has no idea that any of this sounds nearly as sexual as it does, and he won't until you tell him. FEEL FREE TO NOT NOTICE THE INNUENDO EITHER, if you want. He'll just keep going until you point it out to him, probably.))
Wow. So, I know that the 21st century generally doesn't have any evidence of "UFOs" or "alien life" in general, but this sort of question is really kind of silly. We've had proof of "aliens" for a while here. And I'm putting "alien" in quotations because alien implies a separation between humans and life from other planets, and let me tell you, that is... really not the case. Seriously, if you ever want to have a really good time, go to a kegger with a Saurian. But never get drunk with them, it leads to really awkward mornings-after.
This question actually sort of reminds me of this Orion who lived on my floor in the dorms, what with the "empirical evidence" part and all. She was in training to be a helmsman as well, so we ended up spending a lot of time together. She was really pretty good, actually, and I'm a little disappointed that she didn't come on the Enterprise with me, since I'd definitely trust her with the stick. Even though I've been doing this since I was a teenager, I still looked up at her a lot, since she was pretty new at it. Then again, Orions are pretty good at picking things up quick. Like, really quick. Actually, they probably invented most of it.
So this whole idea of "believing" in UFOs and all that is kind of a moot point. I mean, I have empirical proof of the existence of aliens. It's kind of hard to pretend that they don't exist when you're up close and personal with them, you know? And trust me, if you don't believe in aliens, having a green girl up on you is pretty much the most amazing way to be proven wrong.
On a completely unrelated train of thought, has anyone ever looked at a chair and really thought about all the things it could be used for?
((OOC: Sulu has no idea that any of this sounds nearly as sexual as it does, and he won't until you tell him. FEEL FREE TO NOT NOTICE THE INNUENDO EITHER, if you want. He'll just keep going until you point it out to him, probably.))
Writer's Block: Exit strategy
Mar. 24th, 2010 12:51 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Probably not the best one of these to wind down to, but I guess they can't all be about embarrassing childhood moments.
I've never actually told anyone in my family that I've not wanted them around any more; for the most part, I love my family. My mother and father are very dear to me, and my grandparents both had a strong influence in my childhood. But I was sort of raised under the impression that I was going to be doing work with my father when I graduated, so when I told them that I was joining Starfleet, things got a little strained. I'm still welcomed home with open arms and all, but it definitely doesn't make family gatherings easier.
That's actually why Christmas was such a pain; I had to deal with a lot of political talk and some... well, it's not even important. But the point of this is that I'm kind of on the other side of this prompt. Not quite to the point of no return, but we'll see what happens when the five years are up.
Though, when I was thirteen, I think I kicked a cousin of mine out of the house, if that counts. I don't even remember why.
Probably not the best one of these to wind down to, but I guess they can't all be about embarrassing childhood moments.
I've never actually told anyone in my family that I've not wanted them around any more; for the most part, I love my family. My mother and father are very dear to me, and my grandparents both had a strong influence in my childhood. But I was sort of raised under the impression that I was going to be doing work with my father when I graduated, so when I told them that I was joining Starfleet, things got a little strained. I'm still welcomed home with open arms and all, but it definitely doesn't make family gatherings easier.
That's actually why Christmas was such a pain; I had to deal with a lot of political talk and some... well, it's not even important. But the point of this is that I'm kind of on the other side of this prompt. Not quite to the point of no return, but we'll see what happens when the five years are up.
Though, when I was thirteen, I think I kicked a cousin of mine out of the house, if that counts. I don't even remember why.
