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[Nov. 28th, 2010|07:08 pm] |
Wait a second -- the motel disappeared, the car disappeared AND the beach disappeared.
What the hell? |
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[Jun. 16th, 2010|12:14 pm] |
Uh.
This is a castle. |
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[Jun. 15th, 2010|08:05 pm] |
I'm looking for someone to help me 'clean out' my homes, as it were, in Los Angeles and London. I would be much obliged to anyone willing to do such for me. |
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[Jun. 10th, 2010|03:16 pm] |
Gate malfunction again?
I dressed for P3X-341. In New York City, I just look Amish. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2010|02:30 pm] |
I love you, Hattie. I always have. I always will. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2010|11:29 pm] |
Calliope, I have a request - or maybe it's a challenge - for you. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2010|04:23 pm] |
Ares. Now that he can't read it, come talk to me. |
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[Jan. 19th, 2010|08:02 pm] |
So. Hattie... did you go through with that tattoo? And can I see it? |
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[Jan. 17th, 2010|01:21 pm] |
I love drunk people. I really do. I still won't let them pay me for my work. No, I don't care if you try to pay me twice as much. I don't care if you show me your tits. I REALLY don't care if you want the cutest-wootest widdle thumper tattoo on your twat, you're not paying me to tattoo your blackout stupid ass.
Come back when you're sober. |
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[Jan. 17th, 2010|01:59 am] |
Ares, go fuck yourself. |
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[Jan. 16th, 2010|02:38 am] |
Apparently, I have no emotions other than those dictated to me by my programming.
Marry me, Jennifer. Re-program me. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2009|11:50 pm] |
That... was not any stargate I've been through before. Damn that was rough... |
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[Sep. 15th, 2009|12:52 am] |
I can't take the hiding any more, it's going to drive me insane. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2009|04:00 pm] |
Sparring was fun, so thanks, Donnie. Nice and easy.
And, at Kitt's insistence, I saw a doctor after... and of course, when you don't see a doctor for a long time, they do all kinds of tests, so thank you, darling husband.
( [locked to Kitt] ) |
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[Jul. 21st, 2009|10:59 pm] |
Anybody who isn't going to kill me with the first punch looking for a place to spar? I'm looking for a partner. |
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[May. 10th, 2009|09:26 pm] |
Happy Mother's Day to my beautiful wife. You make my life complete. |
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[Feb. 15th, 2009|03:00 pm] |
Kobie.
I don't know if it's possible when Kitt isn't KITT, but if you could do your best to locate him, I'd really appreciate it.
He um... he didn't come home last night. |
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| Request for dialogue |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|10:25 am] |
This is Inspector Meg Thatcher of the RCMP. I'm interested in opening a dialogue with any other law enforcement personnel who have unexpectedly found themselves here at great disruption to their careers.
Thank you in advance for your time and assistance. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Are there any women who have been pregnant before?
Can you give me any tips for not killing everyone you meet? Why must people manhandle me in public? It makes my skin crawl.
I nearly lost my temper with a mother with two babies in tow! She should know better!
I think I shall stay inside until the baby is born.
Also, I cannot find my shoes AGAIN.
I...need to have this child now. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2009|04:18 pm] |
The memories of this last week are fuzzy, but they're there. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2009|12:28 pm] |
This isn't the Odyssey. Where am I?
... Dad? |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|12:27 am] |
Damn it.
I am a God! THE GOD OF WAR. People run from me screaming! I leave a trail of blood and bone wherever I go! I can have virgins if I want them. I can beat on whomever I please. And Athena doesn't scare me. Not one fucking bit! Nor am I afraid of my woman, and I'll kill whoever says so.
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I need to blow something up. |
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[Dec. 9th, 2008|03:46 pm] |
Hattie... what did you mean by 'too' human? |
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| A Query |
[Dec. 7th, 2008|11:36 pm] |
Good evening.
I am uncertain precisely as to whom I should be addressing in this forum. I was simply directed via an unsolicited message sent via data packet following an inexplicable meteorological disturbance that appears to have separated my self from that of my driver. My present location appears to be approximately 16 miles SSW of the Tower of London, and all attempts to account for my partner's whereabouts have been fruitless. It has also come to my attention, once I attempted to contact the SSC, that my personal security protocols required for access to the Knight Industries complex and databanks have suddenly been rendered invalid and, for all intents and purposes, were never otherwise.
My apologies, I believe I am being what you might consider rude. I am the Knight Industries Three Thousand, but most humans I interact with prefer to refer to me by the abbreviated 'nickname' of K.I.T.T. I am an artificial intelligence housed currently in the physical form of a Shelby Cobra 500KR. Further disclosure would, I believe, violate the security of the Foundation I was created by, so that information should be adequate for now.
I was instructed to direct my queries here by an unknown source as a result of encountering this frankly unusual weather phenomenon, and as my current satellite telemetry is yielding no tangible result that is remotely satisfactory, I concluded that an enquiry here would not go amiss. I was also thus informed that a human face upon this internet-based query would be more relatable than that of my form as a car. I have selected such based upon popular facial attributes in the popular media, and I believe it is acceptable.
I would appreciate the assistance of anyone who could enlighten me, for while a transatlantic drive across the bottom of the Atlantic ocean to achieve my former position would not be entirely out of the question, though sub-zero temperatures, oceanic pressure and the relative unevenness of the ocean's bottom would make that arduous, I believe it would be far more pragmatic to establish communications with the Knight Industries branch that appears to be located here in the United Kingdom. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2008|11:45 pm] |
I'm thinking about ice-skating at Rockefeller Center for Christmas. Has anyone ever done that before?
I suppose I'll need to learn how to ice-skate. That would probably help. |
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| Backdated to 10/4 |
[Oct. 5th, 2008|12:18 am] |
Happy Birthday to the woman who makes my life complete.
I love you, Hattie.
And I did NOT forget your birthday. |
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[Oct. 1st, 2008|11:18 pm] |
It has come to my attention that my husband has the ability to sound like a woman when he's a car. Also, I can win any argument while he's a car. It's not strange, just a bit unsettling.
( KITT ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|09:07 pm] |
I have a son.
We did it. Nine months. I don't... I still can't quite believe it. I've only been human myself for nine months. And now Hattie and I have brought another human into this big, bright, terrifying world. I look into his tiny face, I feel his little fingers grip around mine, and it still doesn't seem real to me. I look at my wife - my wife! - and I wonder how it's possible that entire lives can be turned upside down in so short of a time, and new lives created. And I worry. Oh, I worry. Will he find his way here? Will this be his home? How will I explain his family to him? Will we be good parents for him?
When will the world stop spinning? |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|10:23 am] |
Happy Birthday, darling husband. How old DOES this make you, now? Do cars celebrate birthdays? |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2008|03:18 pm] |
So, I have this husband who's a computer inside a car very smart. He's convinced he's capable of putting together a crib and though I wouldn't want to deprive him of something So Manly, I'm wondering if it'll be worth the hospital trip and/or garage bills later.
Still, it could be funny. And since I'm due in two and a half weeks? The baby's going to need a place to sleep sooner rather than later. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2008|10:23 am] |
This looks like New York. It smells like New York. It sounds like New York. But why doesn't it feel right? There was a huge wind, then nothing, then this.
Oh my God. Oh. My. God.
Marshall delivered the Final Slap, didn't he? He slapped me and killed me with his giant, ham-sized hand, right? Aww, man... |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|05:58 pm] |
I've never been so grateful for 28 floors between me and everyone else before. Some psycho is claiming we're married, need to get a divorce and... yeah. When I met him? He was a CAR. |
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[Jul. 19th, 2008|12:17 pm] |
If we can get the Stargate up and running, everything will be perfect. Sitting around waiting for something to happen is driving me CRAZY. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|09:11 am] |
( KITT ) |
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[Jul. 1st, 2008|09:47 pm] |
Where the hell am I and where is the wench I was sleeping with? |
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[May. 31st, 2008|05:15 pm] |
We made it through the upheaval of time-jumping. Not only did we make it through, we managed to acquire both an estate and a marriage.
Hattie has a point, though. I have no idea if I even have a last name, so we're not sure what hers or the baby's will be, either.
I'm just glad we made it through safely. I hope everyone else did as well. |
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[May. 31st, 2008|01:40 pm] |
I'm so glad things are finally normal around here again. |
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[May. 30th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
So, I'm thinking that I might throw a party for all the new arrivals. Friends are good things to have, and there's more than a few people still wandering around. Maybe this coming Friday? Let me know if you guys are interested. It'd just be a nice way to meet people, I think.
Or if you object, Husband Mine. Don't want to do anything you don't want!
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