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Tony somehow forced me into making one of these accounts, I might as well use it. The name's Bruce, current.. I'm not really sure what my title is, but I'm the guy building the labs and doing all of the hiring for Stark Industries science department.

If anyone wants to dream while awake, I can provide.


Edited in after about ten minutes of looking for the button

For free.

I do so wish this works out.

They say it works because my eyes are empty, they can't see themselves within them.

I take it as a compliment.

OKEY DOKEY VALARNET!

Here's my new track! I just keep dreaming them up, it's the craziest thing!

Let me know if you like it! Or if you don't! Or if you kind of like it recorded but think that a live remix might be better but admittedly that's because the club atmosphere is just that much more fun!

Also if you want pie because I'm kind of feeling snacky.

Gather round, Valarnet. I'm going to tell you a story about my buddy Bruce. (Not you, Wayne. Banner. To be clear, I am talking about Dr. Bruce Banner right now.)

See, we were at MIT together, Bruce and I. And one night there was this party, you know how college gets. We were trashed. I mean, I pride myself on holding my liquor along with enough for everyone else but we outdid ourselves. Meanwhile, Bruce sees this girl he's kind of had a thing for the whole quarter. She was in our Physics lab. So I push him over, like a good wingman should.

So Bruce walks over, and everything's going great. They flirt all night pretty much, and later that night I'm thinking 'sweet, buddy's gonna get lucky.'

Problem was the aforementioned trashed part. Bruce went in for a kiss, wound up barfing all over her.

What ever happened to her any way, Bruce? You guys kept touch, right?

MARY MOTHER OF GOD I FINALLY GOT TO TAKE A SHOWER TODAY AND IT WAS FUCKING GLORIOUS.

I don't care if you had sex while eating a cheeseburger on the back of a fucking unicorn, you could not possibly feel better than I do right fucking now.

I take it you're probably going to be away for the holiday, which is too bad. I'll be sure to drink extra just for you. Is everything okay, though?

... And it's a nice pet shop! I was really blessed to get a location that is clean and neat and doesn't look like scary people are going to pop up out of nowhere and mug you and steal your pets and wallets.

I know I wouldn't want to buy a pet from a place like that!

It's over in Huntington Beach, and it's called Fluttershy's Menagerie. Oh, Fluttershy is... I guess... kind of a nickname of mine.

I'm bad at this. I'm Minerva, hello internet. It's a lot easier to type here than it is to advertise and make commercials and things.

Anyway, I do a lot of the breeding myself, and I sort of made the mistake of getting a bunny friend for my rabbit, Angel...

And now I have ... well... a whole LOT of bunnies for sale. SO many bunnies for sale. They're all adorable and need love and happy homes, won't you come by and take some of these bunnies off my hands?

I would really appreciate it... if you know, it's not too much trouble.

Well my life has gotten weird, lately. I can't go into details but it's gotten dangerous sports club exciting, at least in a semi-professional nature.

On a personal front I'm babysitting my girlfriend's ten year old twin siblings.

Don't tell her, but I'm letting them play Diablo III with me.

I'll be late coming home! I'll be working late!

I'm so sorry to everyone I txt'd last night. Suffice it to say I'm suffering admirably for it.

In an unrelated note, does S.H.I.E.L.D ring a bell for anyone?


( This is how I feel right now )

It's Friday night, I'm tipsy, and I'm curious, people of the internet. What are your top ten favorite albums of all time?

( I was raised to respect the classics. )

It was tough to narrow down, though. Maybe next time I'll focus on one decade.

I suppose I should start dating. Are there any good spots to go to?

a drunk guy passed out on in front of my door last night

what do i do with him? he's making me late for work and kicking him hasn't done anything

Bread fell on the ground and landed on the buttered side. So now it doesn't really matter anymore that it was buttered on the wrong side. At the same time I remembered that I've run out of tea. And the elderly lady who wanted to welcome me to the neighbourhood with a box of macaroons collapsed on my doorstep and died before the ambulance arrived. What made it worse was that her skirt rode up when she fell, revealing those cotton granny-panties for all the world to see.

Covered her with my jacket because it was kind of disturbing.

Now. How do I get dead elderly lady smell out of my jacket? Already washed it three times and it still smells weird.

Huh. I'll be dipped.

Damn thing works.

You know, that American bitch saved my ass last night.

Thus I enter the fourthdigital age.

I just have one question, if anyone would be so kind? What is a "lolcat" and why does it want cheeseburger?

everyone keeps talking about their dreams

i think it's aliens

I'm having no luck hunting down that person I said I was searching for. It's as if she's gone off the grid, not that I can say I blame her. But my emails were returned, there's no Facebook, and a few other paths have gone cold. I never took her for the kind to vanish. She was so... well, I guess it doesn't matter. Maybe I'm never supposed to find her, for her own good.

It has just been a really difficult few weeks. Nothing potentially death inducing and no strange dreams from me, which is something I think, when I look at the valarnet and see what everyone's been up to and doing. The only problem in my life was being broken up with, and redevoting myself to science.

I do sort of wonder, even a couple of weeks later what I did, but well, Buffy, you are still awesome and wonderful, even if we are in the friends side of things, and while I wished I could find someone on campus who does not actually know how old I am and would sell me vodka, I have gotten through it reasonably.

Even my family has been actually normal for a change. Still too reliant on the GPS when we go ANYWHERE, with the result that we get lost, and I eventually redirect traffic when they decide to listen to me, but normal, everything else considered.

And very soon, I will have a degree and I have to decide if I am going to continue in school or not. I do not know if I want to spend my life in school when I could be doing things or running lab results, but who will take me with just the lone degree again?

It is something to think about, I guess.

What is going on with the dreams here? Are you having some mass hallucination?

Sorry I disappeared. I've been away for a while. I was busy with some piloting work and it ended up they were filming in another country. I got the call late in the evening and didn't have time to let anyone know. I had to hop a plane really early in the morning. Had a neighbor watching the place and taking care of the little monster.

Ended up that the previous pilot backed out for health reasons. It was really good pay and an assistant on set recommended me to the director and a producer. I guess I lucked out.

I'm back subbing an astronomy class at a local community college for a couple of days. It's good to be home.

Looks like there's some strange things that have been happening?

I guess that means things are normal. For here, anyway.

( At first I thought I was just having a fever-induced hallucination, or another weird dream when I saw this, but no. )

Anyone have any idea where you can find palladium that won't have you wind up on a government watch list or something?

Nevermind, I'll figure it out.

Well? I know now why I was in a wee spot of trouble in those dreams. Apparently mine are going in reverse.

( filtered to Kirk, Uhura, Spock, & Gaila )

Sunday was a casualty in this war against pneumonia. I'm afraid I slept straight through it. I do have vague memories of getting up for water--along with vague memories of spilling water on the kitchen floor--but I can't say it happened for sure. I woke up dehydrated anyway, and the kitchen was clean.

Yes, I said kitchen. I'm staying at the house of a friend of a friend friend. I have the whole place to myself. At first, I thought it'd be torturous difficult to adjust to it, but I've been puttering around for a few hours now and I'm recalling all manner of fond, indoorsy memories. And I can definitely see the appeal of owning your own bathroom.

My fever hasn't quite broken. I'm still a bit fuzzy. I probably should go back to the couch. Still not hungry, yet. But I have access to a computer and Valarnet. Just wanted to check in with a few people to reassure them that I haven't shuffled off this mortal coil. That's Shakespeare, you know!

Don't believe me? ( Here's webcam proof! )

I don't believe I've made an actual post in this thing, since this last brilliant youtube tidbit. I'll remedy that for this month, as I hereby present: I can has musics. [Musical Squares - offsite link - WS but full of plinky plunky noises]

Click, listen, and enjoy. Furthermore: avert thy eyes from off my arse while I cheekily barbeque, lest the image burn itself into your retinas. No, you may not have any sausage either, for that matter.

Oh, fine then. McCoy may have some sausage, but the rest of you are out of luck.

*wink wink*

Also, while I'm here? Does anyone know an Admiral Archer, by any chance? I believe that I might possibly have his dog. I ask merely out of curiosity, as I might have something he's missing.

That isn't sausage related either, ha ha ha. I'd meant that last bit, seriously.

You see, my parents were murdered by the mob. And I'm pretty spiffy with the acrobatics if I do say so myself.

That makes me The Batman.

You have to keep my sekrit identity sekrit! Hush hush. Shhh.

I am now the proud owner of a fridge that automatically programs your shopping list when you're running out of something.

Think there's a market for it, Internet?

It's not stealing if you find the Blackberry, still functioning, on the ground. No way anyone's coming back to this neighborhood for this. I should have an hour or two before the batte


Just Kidding.

But thisd typepad is annioying. I keerp hting the wrong kets.

On behalf of President Uhura and Vice-President Me - both (and only) members of the Gaila/Kirk Is Fired Club - we are writing to let you know that you have, indeed, been fired during our club name upgrade. Please refer to the beginning framework of our club's charter, which you can find: Here

We're sorry to have to let you go. If you have any complaints, please feel free to air them but realize that we may or may not reserve the right to point and have a laugh at you.

Have a fantastic day!

Sincerely,

M. Scott
Vice-President of G/KIFC

I told a lie today and it stuck. I think I can officially say this is the best day ever.

A question for anyone who has any experience with movie memorabilia or other large collectibles.

I recently found became the owner of a shield, and for lack of a better place to put it, I have decided to hang it on the wall. I don't really know how to hang a shield on a wall, though. It's not like a framed photograph or poster, after all.

Any suggestions?

Oh my Gosh, hi everyone!

My name is Diana but you should all call me Pinkie! I'm super excited to meet people, I hear this is a super awesome network. I can't wait!

I'm having a show tonight at Rendevous! I already put everyone's name on the list here (or really my agent did but whatever) so I hope to see you there!!

All of today I have been haunted by the dream that I had. It was odd. Really odd actually, it is the only way to explain it. There was something called Starfleet and for some reason I was leaving the Science Track and switching to the Command Track at the suggestion of Admiral Paris?

I think it is up there with the most unusual dreams that I've ever had and I have no idea what would have prompted it. It was so clear too, not like my usual dreams which I either don't remember or not clearly and they usually fade fairly quickly too which this hasn't. It's... Well odd.

And then Dave's mother, Gladys, came to visit today and asked me how I felt about her being another grandma to me. Mom got pissed when I told her I'd like that if it meant she'd slip me cash in exchange for hugs, but SHE thought it was funny. I think that I am going to like Grandma Gladys from now on. Even though she did mess with my hair, she did give me a twenty after, and is going to teach me how to bake her cookies so that I can surprise my girlfriend with them during finals...I mean shit, I wasn't supposed to say that yet.

...Why won't it edit?

Everyone but me seems to have contracted a massive fucking case of verbal diarrhea. Most interesting fucking shit I've seen in days.

Anyone ever feel irrationally hurt over something really, really stupid? I adore computer programming. Its one of the few things that make me feel completely natural and normal. I don't get to do it enough and there's this project I really really enjoy but I feel like I'm not needed anymore.

Today, my ass got fired from Hot Topic. Turns out my manager heard me bitching to Cullen all about the "fucking pansy ass pastel wearing brony psychos who come in here to idolize an idiot full length commercial for a preschool toy".

...I know, I know. The bronies here are going to eat me now or something. And I didn't mean it to slip out. It just kind of...did. What really cinched it was the part where I told said manager how sick I was of her damn wigs cause she's not fooling anyone by pretending to be a fat fuck's excuse for an anime princess" and how Gothic Lolita makes her elephantine ass look even bigger.

I mean...What?

Not that I loved the job but it was helping pay the bills besides the ranch. Let's hope I don't fuck up when I go over there today. I actually like that job, even if I bitch about the kids there.

Why does every individual I encounter today insist on asking how I am? And why in bloody hell must I be honest with them?

I woke up this morning with the strangest urge to go and visit England. Strange because I haven't wanted to go back to England since I first moved there, not to mention that I've been quiet content here in Southern California since I arrived. First time for everything, I suppose. Maybe it's all that talk I've been doing about the Olympics.

My name is Pavel and I am new here on this network thing. I am graduating from UCLA in a few months and then...I am not sure yet. What I really want is to be an astronaut, a flight engineer, but I have hours and hours of flight experience I must get first. I have a beautiful and amazing girlfriend and I was born in Russia but came here when I was seven.

So, here I am and I am sure it's going to be good to meet you!

I wasn't very open about it while it was happening--and I'm not going to start now--but I had a bit of a health scare recently. And, without going into it, it turns out I'm okay. At least as far as my physical health goes. What happened remains a mystery, but as it appears to be a one-time kind of thing, it's a mystery I guess I can live with. I'll just add it too that list of mine...

So, put that in the positive column. (I guess.) Decidedly in the negative column is that yesterday I went to pick up the motorcycle I purchased, only to discover that a friend (who owned the shop) had left town. At least, I considered her a friend. I even purchased something for her from Disneyland. I guess I'll keep it for her, if she ever returns.

I've felt listless ever since. My mind's racing, which is something I've never really known how to deal with--other than drinking it away. This time it didn't help. Woke up feeling much worse.
Maybe I...
I don't know. I just feel very sad about it.

So uhm. I apparently own a bar now. A certain someone decided he wanted to travel.

There will be redecorating!

And renaming. I'm thinking The Green Maid.

I'm so screwed.

I have to give a fire safety lecture tomorrow, but I'm not sure how to make the speech interesting for kids. Are there any teachers around? I could really do with some tips.

I've finished the first draft of my next novel. Its about a ship that crashes on a watery world and the struggles the only survivor goes through as she tries to find a way to get off the planet. Not going to reveal much more than that until it goes to publishing.

My friend Geoff is a fucking idiot, and I'm going to quit talking to him.

Well damn. Sorry ladies, I'm off the market. That is all.

I still can't decide if last night was the result of this being the week the doctors starting weaning me off vicodin, or if the atrocities that I witnessed were actually true. If everything was in my head, that's probably a bad sign I'm going into worse withdrawal soon, but if everything was actually real, a person who I want to think of as a friend got shot.

...Somebody want to clarify on whether I'm just nuts or that actually went down.