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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** BLOG! I've never had one before... Want to use this to keep my fingers moving even when I don't have a story to write, or if I'm stuck. Will contain random crap which may or may not be interesting. I don't do too many interesting things, so, i will probably write about things that other people, who I have never met and who may or may not be real, are doing. Also, cats, and science, and beer, and metal. |
| JAN 29 --- Clue or clues as to why the dead _____________ is inside that room. Keddan stared blankly at is lovers corpse, his mouth hanging open. His skin grew cold and tingly. His outstretched hand still hung in the air, frozen on its path to shake her awake. "Am... Amy," he said, his voice coarse. The wound cutting through her tattoo was a clear message; this was the GTG's doing. His doing. Keggan stumbled to the small bathroom and splashed icy water on his face and in his mouth. The smeared mirror reflected eyes that seemed darker than the ones he knew. I killed her. The Galactic Trade Group did not kill people for intercepting private messages, or telling secrets. They excommunicated you, soiled your name, ruined you. Keggan had seen ex-members, with the black bar tattooed down the center of their arms, struggling to find a job doing anything. But he'd never known of anyone being killed. He tried to remember exactly what Ammel had told him that night, but there had been so many things--affairs, betrayals, secret projects that the Security Ministry didn't know about--any of them may have been the trigger. He forced himself back out into the room to look at her. The room was pristine other than her; the bed was made, nothing was knocked over or shoved about, there was no sign of struggle. A flash of insight turned over Keddan's already sickened stomach. She'd been drugged and brought here to his hotel room to be killed. This was a message to him; a warning. A threat. He snatched up his personal travel bag, then had second thoughts. he dropped it and kicked it under the bed, then slipped out of the hotel through a side exit. He sweated the whole cab ride back to the warehouse his ship was parked at. He stared at his tablet, trying to convince himself to call the police, then deciding to call the Security Ministry instead, then wondering if he should call his wife and send her to the neighbors or, off-world completely. Finally he arrived at the warehouse. He felt panic boiling in his chest as hideouts and contacts raced through his mind. Where was safe? Who could be trusted? A concussive blast of heat and sound knocked him onto his back, his head banging on the pavement. His ears rang and his eyes watered in the heat and smoke. He stumbled to his feet and looked at the burning wreckage of his ship. Twisted chunks of metal were strewn all about, patches of fire crawled along the ground, licking up splashes of fuel. "No, no, no," Keddan's voice escalated as he watched everything he owned burn. The anti-matter charges. Something or someone had triggered them. The familiar electric humming of a car engine spun him around. A black sedan pulled up next to him, two burly men in dark suits exited. "Keddan Murdoc," said one of them, "we need to talk." |
| Inside the rental, character discovers a dead _______________. "I have to take care of some things. Then I'm coming home." I have to take care of some things. Two hours later and the business side of those things was taken care of. He'd completed the deal with Dakur, and purchased three thousand anti-matter charges, which he'd already arranged to sell when he returned home. Thinking about carrying them around in his cargo bay made Keddan's stomach twinge a bit; normally he never dealt with the things due to how volatile and unstable they were. But since they could be used for weapons or fuel, they were easy to find buyers for. As he watched the workers loading the crates into his ship, he pulled up the contacts list on his tablet and let out a heavy sigh. Time to take care of things. He scrolled through the list and pressed on a name. 'Calling Ammel.' "Ked! Just can't wait to see me, hmm?" she said with a wink. "Amy, I uh..." He watched her face change in an instant, her eyes worried. "We have to end this." "Why? Keddan..." "I'm having a kid. I've got to stop all this." "Are you going to stop working to? You don't have to do this, no one has to know," she pleaded, holding the camera close to her face. The crew leader approached him, and Keddan held his tattoo out for the man to scan to complete the order. "No one will know," he said, looking back down at her screen. "It's over." "Ked, this is ridiculous," she said, her eyes flashing. "I'll still be here when you change your mind." She ended the call and Keddan let out a long breath. I'll still be here. She would, and that was a problem. Ammel liked having secrets, and holding them over peoples heads. His weren't the only secrets she had; he'd heard many compromising tales from her lips during their nights together, some from so high up that he'd not believed her -until she showed proof. He stood staring at his ship as the crew-men packed up and left. He ran a finger along the pink scar beneath his eye that Ammel liked to kiss. He held the ring hanging around his neck in his hand and squeezed, Selina had never questioned his long trips, never doubted him once. I hope it's a girl. The thought popped, uninvited, into his head. He thought of her growing up, and finding out what her father had done. Resenting. Hating. No one has to know. He scrolled through his contacts, his heart pounding. He stopped at the top, at the default entry. The name was blank, only a GTG icon rotating on the screen. No one will know. He pressed the icon. A shadowed face appeared on the screen, and a pitch-shifted voice said, "GTG Security Ministry." Keddan steeled himself. "I have information about a member who is in a position to compromise the group." A half hour later he ended the call feeling sick. ~ Night was falling. He'd spent the day doing minor tasks on his ship; paperwork, organizing, maintenance. But most of the time he was glancing at his tablet to see if he'd missed a call. He imagined Ammel's face, full of rage and tears at being excommunicated from the GTG, as she most certainly would be. He imagined his wife, her soft voice telling him that someone named Ammel had just called, and asking him if he knew her. Neither of these things happened. But the problem of the hotel still hung over his head; Ammel was the kind that would wait there for him anyway, seeking some confrontation or resolution. And he'd had some of his belongings sent there for the night that he couldn't leave behind. The giant New Dreams hologram rotated in the air above him as he walked into the lobby. He approached the clerk and scanned his Galactic Trade Group tattoo, verifying his identity. "Has anyone checked into room 1201?" "Not since you purchased it for the evening, sir." The clerk was lying. His face a slight shade of pink, a patch of sweat on his forehead. Bribery was not Ammel's style, not for something so simple as catching him by surprise in his room. His heart pounded again as he rode the elevator to the twelfth floor. He rested his hand on the energy pistol at his belt as he swiped his tattoo to unlock the door. The door swung slowly open and he peered in, holding the pistol up. Blond hair splashed across the pillow on his bed, familiar curves pressed against tight, grey pants and a tanktop. Ammel. He sighed and walked into the room. "Dammit Amy." He leaned over the bed to wake her, and froze. The sheets were soaked in blood. Her face was pale. A red wound gaped open on her right arm, slashed straight through her GTG tattoo. |
| Character rents a room. Provide geographic setting, please. Keddan stretched back in his seat, little pops sounding along his spine and let the autopilot take over. The ship could sense the approaching gravity well of the planet ahead, and would begin looking for the appropriate signal for the landing pad Keddan had chosen. Arlin 5 was one of Keddan's favorite spots to relax, but he'd only have time for a little of that; this time he was here on business. The grey and green orb of the planet grew larger on the view screen. Keddan pressed a button on the console and a smaller screen opened, he scrolled through a list of names, then touched one. Calling Dakur appeared blinking on the screen, and a moment later a bloated red face appeared on the screen. "Ah, hello?" said Dakur, clearing his throat. "I'm with the GTG, I have your shipment of fuel cells," Keddan said, with the slightest emphasis on the words 'fuel cells'. "Ah, yes..." Dakur dabbed some sweat off his brow with a worn kerchief. "Can you show me the ah... the mark?" Keddan nodded and rolled up his sleeve. All members of the Galactic Trade Group had a specific tattoo that would let buyers or sellers know that they could be trusted. Trusted even with the delivery of illegal weapons. He held it up to the view screen and Dakur smiled. "Good, where can I meet you." Keddan sent an address and ended the call. Now for the relaxing part of the trip, he thought. He scrolled down and selected another name. 'Calling Ammel' flashed only once before a smiling face popped into view. "Hey Ked," she said, pulling her long blond hair back into a ponytail. Keddan saw the familiar lines of the GTG tattoo on her forearm. "Ammel," Keddan said with a smile. "I'm got our usual room at the New Dreams Hotel on Arlin, can you be there tonight?" He ran a hand through his close cropped dark hair, feeling where she had scratched him the last time. "You know I will," she said, leaning forward so her round red lips were near the camera. She made a smooching sound and laughed, then ended the call. Keddan leaned back and fingered the titanium wedding ring that hung on a chain around his neck. Three weeks. It was a long time to go without seeing someone you loved; and he did it often on his deliveries. The beep of an incoming call started him up in his seat, he looked down at the small screen. Selina calling He answered, and the wide blue eyes of his wife looked up at him, framed by curling black hair. "Keddan, I-" "Honey, you know I can't be making personal calls on this line, they keep track of all this." Except when it's between GTG members, he added to himself. "I know, but.. I- It's.. I have to tell you." She bit her lip, her eyes welling up. "What is it? Are you alright? If that Jarkko guy is pestering you again, I'll-" "I'm pregnant," she blurted. Her face hovered between laughing and crying. Keddan felt his throat tighten and his eyes burn. A father. |
| Write about what one would see in your closet right now. What's the most valuable thing you keep inside of it that didn't come from a store? My closet contains a dresser, and a stack of boxes of books, and a shelf of more boxes of random crap. on top of the dresser is my spider's house, and an old pc that i should throw away. inside the drawers are more things i should throw away.. old notebooks, piles of paper scraps, pay stubs, bags of old silver coins, cd cases i dont have the cds for anymore, old clothes i dont wear anymore, and other random junk. the most valuable thing in there is probably my birth certificate, or maybe my highschool diploma. both of those would be hard to replace. also a couple yearbooks, and some old photos.. my room is terribly messy and disorganized.. but i feel no motivation to clean things up, because i dont feel like its my house. i feel i should just keep things stored away in boxes or drawers, because i'll just move again eventually. i need to have a place that i feel is mine, before i can be neat and tidy and organized, and display or throw away things, or even think of dealing with them. one of these days i'll have my own place, and i'll put up all those posters and paintings that are rolled up and sitting in my closet too.. i'll put all those books on shelves.. some day.. |
Write one paragraph about the word spiritual and what you think it means to you. Is being spiritual different than being religious? Do you see yourself ss being either spiritual or religious. Do you have negative inner reactions to those whom you see as being religious or spiritual? Why or why not? Spiritual is like a sort of unfocused religiosity. a belief in some sort of force, or mind, throughout the universe. or a belief in a spirit? its much more vague than 'religious'.. but, even religious people don't like to call themselves religious these days. that word is starting to have too many negative connotations, so it is being left behind, and new words are being used to market the religion to younger people. my room mate was part of this church called 'mars hill' and she said 'oh no we're not religious, religion is dumb' and then goes on to describe pretty much exactly Christianity to me as her beliefs. so, i guess when i hear someone say they are spiritual.. i may only have a slight negative reaction, which i will try to hold off until i figure out what they mean by that. and if someone says they are religious, i will have a stronger negative reaction which i will try to hold off until i figure out what they mean by that. either way, i'd still want to get to know the person and find out if they are cool. but if their spirituality or their religion runs their life and guides all their decisions, though, then they are probably not someone i would bother trying to get to know, because i just dont think we'd have much to talk about or be able to be friends very easily. that is not to say that i dont want to be friends with people who are religious or spiritual. most people are one or the other (though i am not). its people who make it the main focus of their life. but its just like any other interest. I'm not likely to be good friends with someone who's main interest is rock climbing. i dont know anything about rock climbing, i am not very physically fit, i dont go out doors much, i dont know anything about rock climbing. i wouldn't be able to even hold a decent conversation about the main thing she was passionate about. so, it's likely we'd only ever be acquaintances. yet.. i don't feel a negative reaction when someone says they are a rock climber... hmm... i do feel a sort of negative when someone says they are religious. not really negative, but more of a feeling of disappointment. so it must be something than than just differing interests that causes this.. perhaps because its a sort of ideology, and with it comes so many other implications.. a rock climber could be anything in addition to being a rock climber.. but, if your ideology is different than mine, then could we ever get along?.... if your religion involved cats, on the other hand... |
In the past few years books have been adapted into movies. Some have not lived up to their novel origins. What book adaption have you not been impressed by? If you could, would you re-film the movie? What book(s) do you think could make an impressive movie? What book(s) do you think couldn't be made into a movie, no matter what the circumstances? its probably easier to say the ones that i have been impressed by, because most of them i havent. i think the lotr movies were great, better than the books even, because they were watchable, even if they were too long. another good one was Interview with a vampire. that movie was pretty much spot on with the book, and good fun to watch. also the tv series game of thrones has gone very well so far. Blade runner also turned out pretty good. i dont think there is anything that cant be made into a movie, because the content obviously doesnt matter, only how popular it is. when hollywood buys movie rights, all they are really buying is a popular name, then they put whatever story they want behind it. see things like 'i am legend' and 'i, robot' - the stories have only a vague resemblance to the book. so, you should enjoy your favorite books while you can, because eventually they will be made into movies. and they will disappoint you. |
| back at work finally, it was a nice unscheduled vacation :) and it looks like i have overtime today, woo. i wonder if it will be all week. the extra money will be nice. What I Know About Myself.... I'm awesome. I'm of slightly above average height. I am good at writing. I like cats. I learn things quickly. I am somewhat forgetful. I don't like talking about myself.. and you probably don't like reading about it. i know im going to write this thing that is floating around in my head... i feel good about it, and i think it will be good. i will combine a bunch of things ive been wanting to write about for a long time, and.. it will be fun :) i just hope i can keep focused on it with work starting back up again, and being busy. i'll just have to keep letting my mind wander.. except, im good at thinking up settings, but not really characters. all i can do is keep practicing! im going to make a bigger effort on the characters for this story. once ive figured out all the details of the setting, and have at least a skeleton of an outline, im going to take some time to flesh out all the characters before i start writing. i think i may try the 'character interview' thing, and see how that works. it will be good and fun and yay. but it wont have any cats in it.. |
| "In what way/ways does blogging fulfill you?" well, blogging is writing, and i like writing. it helps clear and organize my thoughts, and helps me realize things that i didn't even know i was thinking about. it helps me remember things that have happened in the day, because i often write it more as a journal. i find writing fiction more fulfilling than blogging, because it feels more creative, and i like creating things. but i suppose blogging is still creating something. you have to create each sentence, and put all the words in the right order.. and... yeah. um. there is a cricket chirping in my spiders cage. its really annoying and im going to have to hunt it down and kill it, even though that is what a spider is supposed to do. that damn spider just sits there. sometimes i reach in the cage and poke the crickets so they walk right up to him, and he just sits there looking at them, or crawls away annoyed. he never eats! im just going to kill all these damn crickets. i killed the cricket. i chased it around the cage while the damn spider cringed away. then i trapped in in a corner and crushed it. i enjoy silence way too much to ever have children. dammit! i've killed the wrong cricket! or there were two chirping... not even 2 minutes after his friend is murdered right before his compound eyes, he is already singing again. this cricket is desperate to get laid. the hunt is back on.. well i found him, and crushed him under the bark chips that make the bottom of the cage... but... i think i hear him again! already. very quiet chirps, but chirps none the less.. this cricket has a deathwish... i dont know how many crickets i killed... 2 or 3... but its silent. and as i chased them around the cage, Pennywise (the spider) just shrugged and made his way to the water dish, wondering what the hell i was doing. once a cricket rand right under his legs, and he was just like 'ew what is that' what a baby that spider is. well. that's enough of that. im sure it was very exciting for everyone involved. especially the crickets. |
| weekend! though, the whole week has been weekend for me, hehe. the snow is gone, so I drove to my friends house to play cards, i won a couple games. tell us about your animal/pet experiences. Include 1 silly animal story and 1 sad animal story. the only pet i have right now, in my house anyway, is my rose hair tarantula, but he doesnt do anything silly or sad, he just sits there looking pretty. there is also a very obnoxious bird in the house, and a large snake. the snake is great, because its silent. the bird is pretty awful, and i wish it would leave. when i was young, me and my siblings had pet rats. they were cute and fuzzy and cuddly, from the pet store, not wild rats. mine was named Priscilla, and i used to try to teach her to climb, or run fast. after a year or so, though, all the rats got tumors.. and they grew and grew until they were a large portion of the size of the rat. it was pretty weird now thinking back on it. i wonder why all these rats got tumors. one of the rats, though, was not very friendly; it didn't like to be held and would sometimes bite. so we let it go outside one summer, and a month or so later it came back. we took it in and put it back in the cage with the others, but it wasnt long before we noticed something wrong with it. there was some kind of injury on its belly, and when we looked closer we could see it was a hole.. and there was something moving inside. a black wriggling thing about the size and shape of a grape was inside the rat peeking out through a hole. we could only guess that while it was out on its adventure in the wild, it must have eaten something parasitic. so, my dad drowned the rat and buried it in the yard. i guess that's the sad story. years ago my friend had two cats, speck and phelps, named after some of our dnd characters. and speck was the laziest cat ive ever seen. we suspected he was brain damaged after he fell out of a tree and had to have surgery on his jaw. he would let anyone hold him or pick him up in any way without ever moving or complaining. people were always stacking things on him, and one time we slowly poured a glass of water on him and counted to 4 before he decided to get up and move. and he was always purring, even if you were holding him upside down by his hind legs. his brother phelps, though, was just the opposite. he was a wild cat. we rarely saw him except briefly as he ran by to some unknown destination. he spent most of his time outside (the house was in a fairly wooded neighborhood) and he didnt even come inside to eat the cat food very often, preferring to hunt his own food. he often left the heads of mice on the doorstep, and one time, after searching for the source of a horrible smell, a dead rabbit was found in the back of the closet... presumably killed by phelps. but, i guess this story is sad in the end too, because one day phelps never returned, and his brother speck started to just hang out on the porch all day waiting for him.. then they had to move away and sell the house.. poor cats :( i had my own cat once, but she's not mine anymore. i never had my own dog, and the family dog was hardly a dog at all. one of those tiny wiener dogs. if i had my own place, i'd have a cat. and a kitten. yes. |
| guess what? im still not at work! yet another day at home because of snow.. and its friday, so i got a week off for free, woo! i really wish i would have got more writing done instead of watching misfits and chatting... but, there is still time! i hope i can finish a second episode of my silly space adventure thing before the weekend is over. Post a link to your favorite entry in the challenge thus far. Then write a review for it. for todays prompt i chose "Invalid Entry"  from julie D's blog, because it make me smile, even though i think spiders are cute, and have a rose hair tarantula as a pet :) i feel like spiders get a bad rap, they are cute fuzzy little critters, and they get rid of more annoying bugs that fly in your face or try to bite you. and they are silent! and they dont make a mess or chew up things! anyway, this post was even written as a formal complaint, which i have failed to do on both counts, as i tend to just sort of write out brain juices without stopping to organize them. Julie's blog is lovely in general, and should be read. I like the addition of music selections in each post, and may copy it, even though my taste in music is not shared by many very often. um, yes, well. i seem to be not very good at reviews, nor do i really enjoy giving them. especially when it's something that i am not very experienced at, namely blogging. I could review for word choice and grammar, i suppose, but i don't edit or even re read my own blog posts, so that would be pretty hypocritical. I treat this more like a journal than a blog, just a list of thoughts without much censoring or hesitation. something just to make me write words every day. and, if that is the purpose of a blog, then Julie has succeeded with hers, as it has lots of words every day, and they are enjoyable to read.  so, cheers to her! :) |
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