PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I really need to catch up on my red or green wire 101.

Any more signs of that clown out there?

Got another clown problem. 318 West Hamilton Drive.

I'm going now. But I might need back-up if I don't stop this bomb in time.

Lesson number 6. Clean up duty sucks. Grab your hoodie and lets go.

Hmm. Well. Well, well, well. Isn't this... quaint.

Let's liven up the place.

Quick household experiment #56:

It is, when one side is of a specific consistency, entirely possible to stick a pancake to the ceiling.

I keep losing track of time around here. I'll be getting ready for work one minute and then the next it's starting to get dark.

I just watched a demons and a vampires play drinking games, and then play cards for something that was alive, in a bag, while talking about women problems.

It might have been the strangest thing I've seen in a while. I had to leave when they asked if I wanted in on the next round.

I was always terrible at poker.

Well, okay. This is an alternate dimension, it's also the past, and apparently there are numerous alternate dimensions. Scientifically, that doesn't make any sense, yet, though it does bring up interesting questions about the relationship between the theory of time and the creation of alternate timelines. Note to self on that.. visit to the local library in order. I mean, it's Los Angeles, it has to have a decent library. Until I can figure out how to access accounts that don't actually exist in this dimension, anyway, after which I'll be able to do less digging in out-of-date books and can have access to the journals I read. Well.. if they even exist here.

Rather on a random note, it's been a long time since I've been at a homeless shelter. They were glad for the help, though, and they're all the same sort of people that ran the one I lived at when I was.. oh, God, fourteen? Fifteen? It takes a certain kind of personality to volunteer at a place like this, I think. It's oddly nostalgic.

Of course, I didn't have a skinny telepath watching my every move, then, either, nor was I misplaced in time. While certain parallelisms are comforting, it's impossible to forget that I'm almost forty, with a home and a pseudo-family, and I've been fighting terrorists for the last decade-and-a-half with a legendary cloned mercenary. I am far too old for this sort of thing. Knowing my luck, Dave will throw out all of my projects while I'm gone, because he'll think it's all junk, and I'll have to start all over again.

I just don't believe in this powers-that-be, god-and-the-angels thing. It all seems a little silly and religious, and while I admit that I'm technically Catholic, it really is sort of hard to believe in that sort of thing when you a) have devoted much of your life to the pursuit of science, logic, reason, and finding answers, and b) haven't been to Mass since you were twelve. That isn't to say that s/he/it/they don't exist in some capacity, somewhere (even here, perhaps), but in every world? No. In mine? No. Not with Psycho Mantis sitting here across from me, not with.. Vamp, and Ocelot, and the abomination that was Liquid Ocelot. There's a certain amount of horror inherent in that which I don't believe would've been allowed to transpire if there had been some sort of force capable of preventing it.

This really is a very long ramble. I haven't had time to express my thoughts for a while, now, and I've unfortunately got a lot of them. Still all rather distressing. I keep telling Mantis that I'll be quite all right on my own, but he gives me that look when I do, which convinces me that he thinks I'm rather helpless. But then, he's been dead a long time. Or.. rather, he should be, and somehow isn't.

It really doesn't make any sense. More sleep may be in order.



Edit: Oh, and this candy-that-makes-people-think-they're-children thing sounds sort of interesting. I've never heard of a drug that specific, that affected that many people so similarly. I wouldn't mind getting a sample to look at, but I'm afraid I'm currently woefully lacking in resources to do any sort of study. Perhaps there's a university nearby that would let me use their labs.

What do people do for fun around here that doesn't involve alcohol, superpowers, or turning into eight year olds?

[Filtered to Peter Parker]
Hey, dad?

In six days someone's going to be born. In six days someone's going to die. The birth and death will happen a nanosecond apart.

ETA: Because SOME people are highly sensitive/stupid/ignorant...

The above? Reference to the coming of the new year. 2005 will die, and 2006 will be born.


To all the parents who are reading this: If you have young children, and you're letting them go on the computer unsupervised, it's your fault if they read bad words on this thing. And it also makes you a bad parent.



So, how was everybody's Christmas!

I've been away from the internet the past little while. But I saw someone.

Benjy? Where are you hiding? You're a teenager. That's terrifying.

I know you left because being at the hotel was hard without Mary Jane, but I was wondering if you'd at least come for Christmas Day? We're having gifts in the morning and dinner in the afternoon, just a (hopefully) nice, non-disastrous day.

If you and May have other plans, I understand, but we'd love to have you here with us.

We were on a class fieldtrip to the Met and while we were eating lunch on the steps, the Hobgoblin started attacking an armored truck across the street in front of everyone. I ducked out, pulled my hood up, and went out to help because I know I'm not supposed to, but May was either taking forever to get there from work or just didn't know there was anything going on. I was helping and everything was going fine until he threw me into this van that must have had something weird in it, because there was an explosion, I blacked out, and when I woke up I was here.

In other words, mom and dad, if you can read this, it's not completely my fault I'm in Los Angeles instead of Manhattan, and if wanted to forgo the lecture and just send me a plane ticket instead, I'm willing to do the grounding for you. Two weeks sound good? Remember: not completely my fault.

I would... really like to know what's going on right about now.

Plagues? Really?

At this point, I'd prefer Voldemort. At least he was predictable

Sorry I've been so scarce. I've been trying to recover busy.

[Hyperion]
I'm leaving the hotel. I'll still be around to help out if you need me. I just can't be there anymore. There are too many things there that remind me of her.

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I almost lost my lu
I miss mom
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Hey, Dad?

I read a Spider-Man comic today.

It was weird.

Oh my god.







OH MY GOD!

Sarah and Peter got engaged after my parents, and they've already got the invitations out.

Mom, Dad, you're slacking. Don't make me break out my not impressed voice. I will start organizing this thing myself if I have to.

[Filtered to Nathan Petrelli]
Hi, sorry, I don't mean to bother you, but I was sort of hoping you could help me?

I was supposed to start at either Yale or Cornell very soon in my world, but that's not going to work here, obviously.

I have all my transcripts, and applications done and stuff, but they're not for this world. I was thinking maybe I could take some courses at UCLA...I just need to make transcripts look legit. for this world. Are you able to help me? I swear the grades are real.
[/Private]

You know. You'd think I'd be use to this kind of thing by now. Appearing, disappearing, reappearing. Someone should just give me a teleporting machine, and then I could at least hop from place to place when I really need it. This is just getting annoying.

Hello, Los Angeles, we meet again. I bet this never happened to Uncle Phil so much Can I go back now? You're making me late for my interview at Yale school. Dad will kill me if I miss that.

Uhh...Mom? Dad?

I am so excited right now it's probably unhealthy.

You know, I think it's about time we started discussing our own wedding.

...May?

Mom?! Dad?! When you told me we were going on a family vacation to America, I didn't expect you to run off on me! Deja Vu

It's me, Chihiro!

oka san

I know someone told me that pregnancies go by a little faster here, but I have to wonder if it's normal to feel like I'm as big as a house already. ...I'm exaggerating, but I'm still huge. I think, anyway. I don't know.

There's a massive gang fight going on downtown. Could use some backup.

I just saw a little boy dressed as Spider-Man. It was so adorable.

This seeing people dressed up like people I know is going to take some getting used to. Although the fact that the kids are too adorable for words does help, some. Still... how do those of you who are actually having people dress up like you handle it?

{filtered to Anakin Solo}
Rumor has it you're playing chaperone tonight. So, two things.

1. What made you go and volunteer for a farked up thing like that?
2. Want some company?

Looks like everyone is in a good mood about tomorrow. I'm a little wary about the crime

I hope you all have a good Halloween! Get lots of candy. And have fun dressing up!

I was making a list of things we'll need for the baby, and...let's just say it's a very, very long list.

I’m really, really bored. My boredom? It’s beyond normal, everyday boredom. Killing vampires? Is boring. I want a new car. I want a dog.

[Filtered to Peter Parker]
Pete, what are you doing?

This poor baby.

So there's a kid who looks like my brother that isn't my brother, and there is a ridiculous amount of fog and I tripped over three times just before. This is weirder than the time Arwin made a robot for my mom and it attacked us.

I'm making a wedding-planning party checklist. Help me out?

Alright, I get it. The Lord works in mysterious ways. But even this is a little much.

What's with the solid form?

Los Angeles. You sort of look like shit.

That's enough daytime TV for me. I don't think I can watch Dr. Phil anymore. Ever.

I was asked for an autograph the other day.

...it's a good thing I decided to learn how use this thing outside on the roof. If anyone at the Hyperion heard a funny cracking/bang/weird noise. Nothings the matter!

Everything is fine Harry, I promise.

And no, my lovely parents, I will not surrender it. You can come with me if you want to though, Dad.

Leave it to me to start having cravings again as soon as the Apocalypse is over.