bright light city

Y'know, I have so much data and formulae and all kinds of dren worked out. I've filled notebook after notebook and I've gone through boxes of pens and why am I doing this? It's still incomplete, and even if I did work everything out, I can't share it with anyone because HELLO, weapon?

Harvey is driving me more insane, keeps showing up in dresses and skirts now and I kind of want to poke my eyeballs out only he's in my head so it wouldn't matter anyway

I've had enough of this apartment, or I'll be climbing the walls or tearing them down or something, and I know Fred won't appreciate that (unless he's off his face again and if he isn't, maybe I should ask if I can try some of what he's on) so, yeah. It's Vegas. I have unlimited cash. I don't have Pilot bitching at me. I can go out and do whatever the frell I like. Yeah.

Enthusiasm. I have some. Somewhere.

Back to normal.

Excuse me, off to be violently ill and then shower for frelling EVER.

( Private )

My, this place is delightful. No wonder John has so many memories of his visits here within easy reach. And so many... interesting people. Yes. You humans are a bizarre species, but I do enjoy watching your interactions.

( Crichton )

Hey. So last- I- Do you want to grab some coffee?

FRELL YOU, ZENNER!

This is just... cruel. WHAT THE FRELL HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS, YOU FEKKIKS!

Awwwww.

Thanks for the fun, Zenner!

Really getting fed up with this now. At least the last time I was female, I was Aeryn it only lasted a few arns. Of course, then I ended up as Sparky and that was just disgusting so I'm not even gonna think about it.

I just wish certain, uh, people, wouldn't feel the need to dress in drag and dance the hula, just to "sympathize" with me. I'm thinking about not-sleeping even more than ever now.

This is not funny. At all.

Pip, don't even think of laughing.

Dren.

So, when exactly did the Simpsons start sucking?

Hey Sam,

Look, we don't need to call this a date or anything. We can just go get coffee and geek out about physics or wormholes, you might be able to help me with some calculation problems I've been having some dren like that. Or we can not bother going at all, I don't mind.

It's your call.

- John

I've worked out how this typewriting machine and the attached network function.

I've worked out how to use the small, wireless telephone-function contraption even if the rest of it remains beyond my comprehension for now. (To be honest I am somewhat reticent even to try many of its other functions.)

I have even managed to utilise the small card which, when introduced to the correct wall-built machine, issues bank notes of varying denominations simply at requesting the same.

However, I have been avoiding the inevitable. After all this, apparently, is the early 21st century and I am very much the product of the 19th Century. As such, I am woefully ignorant of modern culture and the development of the same.

I require exposure to items of social prevalence. This was brought home to me in my recent discussion about the practice of karaoke - and music in general. So acquainting myself with today's music is very probably imperative. One can tell much about a society by its musical tastes.

I shall also require a few works of modern literature. Well, when I say modern, I mean I wish to purchase a selection of works from the past century.

And... this is what concerns me most, if I am honest. I think my entire look requires updating. I have noticed that many styles and appearances are considered unremarkable now - and I confess that the sight of so many female legs and feet is a surprising and delightful sign of progress - but my own look, while I am far from dissatisfied with it, requires updating.

I think my best option there is to ask somebody to accompany me to the various emporia which supply items of male costume. In fact, I have already decided to ask my - the term, I believe, is flatmate - to be the one to accompany me. John Crichton appears to be a reasonable man who will give an honest and informed opinion.

His small gray female companion is something of a novelty, but I believe he has little if any influence in how she comports herself, so he should be an admirable choice.

So for you viewing and possible dating pleasure, I present more pictures of the dashingly handsome Colonel Cameron Mitchell.

( For your veiwing pleasure!! )

Sam didn't think I'd do it. You owe me a drink Sam!


Him: Military flyboy who has no problem protecting those around him. Has a good sense of humor, good manners, is strong and can bake! What more do you want?

( Check out the man who can do it all.... )

You: Open to having women always there (he works with a bunch of them two of them), willing to eat LOTS of macaroons, and must be into flying. Mile High Club anyone?

Shepard's going to kill me

So I saw a lot of people looking for someone on these things. I think I’m going to make one of those posts now.

I like working on technology and machines. I have Quarian commando training. I’m newly human and am still learning about it.

I guess I just want someone nice to talk with?

I don't have a picture but is the little one by my post enough?

So, apparently this is where we pimp ourselves out. And I don't mean like Pimp My Ride. I don't need a crazy stereo system or spinners. And here I thought it was just for messaging people and stuff. Oh well, I'd hate to miss out on this kick-ass trend.

Let's see...how do we do this...

Me: Noa. That's my name. You should know these things. Don't make passes at people without even knowing their names. It leads to awkward moments when you don't know what to yell, and trust me people...Optimus Prime, while supremely awesome, doesn't go over welll in bed. Right, anyway. Noa. Jewish. Vampire Slayer. Vertically challenged. Optically challenged. Awesome. Like...really.

Likes: Roller Skating. Stabbing things. Laser Tag. Pirates AND ninjas. Chinese food. Turtles. Science Fiction. Rock music. Bowling. Scrabble. Snicker bars. The name is amusing.
Dislikes: Evil. Fish. Country that isn't Johnny Cash. McFood. Movies based on Nicholas Sparks books. Skittles...they don't taste like rainbows, so don't believe their lies. People who kick puppies. Don't do that.

( Obligatory picture )

You: Human. Reasonably. At least a third of the time. Have a gender. When you have both it gets tricky. Don't suck at life. Uh...no vegans. Animals were made for a reason and they're tasty.

Exam question: Who would win, cavemen or astronauts? Before you get excited, let me clarify...who would win a dance-off?

So, that's it. Woo me.

It's weird. I spent so much time on Moya being homesick for here. Not Vegas-here, but Earth-here.

And now that I am home, I just want to get back to Moya, even if everyone was frelled off with me. (Ignoring the whole "unable to leave" dren, by the way)

Today's complaining has been brought to you by the words "Never" and "Satisfied", and the color puce.

Bloody hell. Wexford? Using a telepath to alter my belief? Though your attempt to subdue Big Bertha was hardly successful in of itself. Whatever you have done, I strongly suggest that you undo it, before things become infinitely more serious.

One word: lasertag.

Who's in?

ETA: Also teams. There's my team and... well we need others. Okay, we have Priya's team too. Make more people.

Team Ashley: Ashley, Kate, Henry, Shawn, Chiana, Samantha Carter, Vala, Jack O'Neill, Carolyn.

Team Priya: Priya, Echo, Tony, Carl, Topher.

Team Castle: Castle, Alexis, John Crichton.

Team Noa: Noa, Jaeger, Sarah, Michelle, Dawn.

I'd hoped my townhouse might at least still exist, but apparently not. How are the other science-minded people out there coping with all of this? It's fascinating but disturbing at the same time.

Well, hopefully the Zenner people won't mind me keeping insects in their apartments. And before anyone asks, no, there will be no escapes.