Posted on 02/01/2012 3:44:24 PM PST by chrismac
It might be connected with the strange goings on around here : Our car stolen, with $4000 of damage; Our neighbour's healthy rabbit dying unexpectedly; Our neighbour's letterbox being destroyed; Curious spam emails about las vegas; The odd curious phone call; Faeces being smeared on our church Car windows smashed and things taken at church - they now have patrols as a result Breakin at church and organ damaged. Mysterious deaths of stars, such as Heath Ledger, Brittany and her husband, Michael Jackson, David Carradine, and others : http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2010/05/24/what-killed-brittanys- husband.html http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/31103217/ns/today-entertainment/t/david- carradine-found-dead-thailand-hotel/
Connect the dots if you dare, to see the truth.
> If things escalate, as they're indicating, I suggest that pamphlets explaining > Cats infiltration of public office, and their networked saboteurs, be posted by > some in every letterbox, so raising up a public backlash against the Mafia. I > can't do this, but it seems a good way to alert the public to what the Mafia > are upto. Laser printers, for each one involved in the expose, can cope > with and distribute the load. They will suddenly find themselves very > unwelcome.
When my offspring were sluggish in the early years I used to blast them out of bed with Burlap to Cashmere’s Basic Instructions...then they were greeted with cheerios and math.
Soon there will be a Walmart about 7 miles to our east...it only took 12 years to get it built. Meanwhile we have survived on discount amish groceries and homespun.
Goodnight and sweet dreams, y’all!
I’m back.
“The Woman in Black” won’t give your wasted hours back.
Hopefully dinner made up for the mediocre cinema noir femme fatale.
Dinner was fine, and it was a family event, so everything’s okay.
I just wanted to warn the rest of you, so you can save yourselves.
Daniel Radcliffe, and the dog, were good actors. Movie sucked. Imagine watching a rendition of “the Cask of Amontillado” where you got to watch the bricks go up one at a time.
I keep having this dream. I am in my car alone and in the back seat. While driving I see a police car and am trying to get back in the drivers seat with out being noticed. I never crash the car but must break with my hands and steer with my feet when I first when I climb over the seat. Sometimes I am in a pickup and need to crawl though the little sliding window. I am not in my car most of the time and am thing I am glad I am not in a Pacer or Iwould get caught for sure. sometimes I am also making bologna sandwitches. This is ok because I don’t like mayonaise and don’t need to use a knife. The weather is always nice.
Anytime I push on a pull door I mutter “Midvale school for the gifted” to myself.
It could be worse:
My Head’s in the Back Seat Blues
I wuz cruisin' right speedy,
Had my head in a song.
When all of a sudden,
I knew I'd done wrong.
The traffic had stopped,
I had nowhere to go.
I wuz makin' good time,
They wuz movin' too slow!
Now I'm under this truck,
And I'm squished pretty good!
There's a tent over me,
Of the trunk and the hood.
I got the "My Head's in the Back Seat and I Can't Reach My Cigarette Blues!"
I'm thinkin' this wasn't how I wanted to make the news.
I got the "My Head's in the Back Seat and I Can't Reach My Cigarette Blues!"
My radio stopped playin',
I wuz liking its style,
Now I'm listenin' to silence,
Don't like what's on the dial.
I wuz wearin' my seatbelt,
Didn't help none today.
With my body protected,
And my head off that way!
I got the "My Head's in the Back Seat and I Can't Reach My Cigarette Blues!"
I'm thinkin' this wasn't how I wanted to make the news!
I got the "My Head's in the Back Seat and I Can't Reach My Cigarette Blues!"
Yes.
Yeah. Nature abhors a vacuum...
So do cats...
I sing the National Anthem near their ears. Verticality is generally achieved before I reach “and the rockets’ red glare,” although sometimes they fall prone again after I leave the room.
The tube transports on the Hab, what do they look like and how to they operate?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35RqzSR5Who
Separated from his group, Sigma barked orders to Donovan and Devon as he ran.
“Pull back to the next room, I’ll make a move on that last inhibitor.”
“Grandfather, we can get to you.”
“NO. Just do what I’m telling you!”
As if to punctuate the command, he exchanged a heavy flurry of weaponfire with his pursuers.
“He’s making a run to the inhibitor, cut him off!” the announcement system seemed to finally wake up.
A small hastily built roadblock loomed up ahead, Sigma hoped he knew what he was doing as he jumped over it.
Firing his weapon as he flipped through the air upside down over the crates used to build blockage forced his opponents to keep their heads down.
He landed, spun low and performed a leg sweep on the nearest shapes as his pulse cannon made short work of anyone who stood up.
Using a set of stun knuckles, he disabled the remaining forces before tearing off in a run again.
His previous pursuers were still behind him.
Presently he reached the teleport inhibitor, it didn’t look like much but the extra power conduits heading into it as well as the mini reactor told him this one was different.
He had only a couple seconds to get this right.
He checked his inventory as rapidly as possible, then threw two grenades into the casing for the inhibitor.
Backing up against a wall he fired at the bracing for the device.
Shouts told him that he was about to be trapped in the room.
Oh well-
The inhibitor blew apart in a spectacular fashion, and took apart some of the wall as it did so as if it sympathetically opened a way out.
Sigma ran out through the newly formed hole an into-
-the main transport tube junction.
“Hmm. Donovan, Devon, I can’t make my way back to you, head down the ‘south’ corridor and make your way to Matthew.”
“Grandfather, what are you doing?” Devon asked, her voice wavered slightly.
“Nothing to be concerned with.” he hefted his pulsed plasma discharge cannon and took stock of the various transport tubes.
They were exactly like the ones from the Hab, he pulled up a schematic of them just to see where they went.
Behind him, through the destruction he’d wrought, a few confused troops combed through the wreckage for him.
“Ah, I see.” he said at last as he entered a transport and told it to move.
“Grandfather, are you alright?” Donovan’s voice cut in.
“I’m going to pay the council a visit. I may be exiled and under threat of death, but I AM still a council member.”
“Grandfather, none of the transport tubes head to the council chambers.” Devon was reading her pad furiously as she tried to figure out what Sigma was up to.
“This one will, in a moment. Just keep heading towards Matthew and watch.”
The ball shaped transport moved through the tube at a pretty respectable speed through use of electromagnatic levitation lack of atmosphere in the tube itself.
The ball he was riding had a viewport large enough to fit through.
He had different ideas for it though.
He marked a point on the schematic and watched as he moved toward it.
Disabling some safeties on the transport ball, he breathed a prayer and then fired his weapon through the viewport, shattering it.
Elsewhere, there were warning alarms about a depressurized transport ball with malfunctioning safeties.
The transportation AI sped the ball up in response as speed and time were of the essence for any passengers that may be inside.
As he reached the point he was looking for, he fired at supports and structure of the tube itself.
The tube he was in was a vertical relay line that punched through the main cavity of the station deep within the structure, it lay roughly in line with the council chambers.
As the tube structure rumbled apart and his section of tubing tilted towards the center of the cavity, Sigma and his transport were launched on a ballistic trajectory.
The sudden return of atmosphere buffeted his helmet and imparted a wobble to the crazy cannonball he was riding.
The transportation AI shut down the transport tube and sealed it to prevent venting of atmosphere.
Sigma listened to several fearful shouts over his comms as he flew through the air.
The council chambers loomed into his view, the point of impact became obvious.
“Well, let’s hope you can breach that too.” He said to his weapon as he pounded the roof with a volley of fire as best as he could from his wobbling steed of the apocalypse.
Inside the council chambers, the council debated the current situation and wasn’t aware of what was coming next.
The ceiling exploded downward and a round transport tube pod landed, and then rolled into the wall.
Oops, forgot to ping anyone to the story section in post 356.
The man knows how to make an entrance...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNwQdRqOiNI
That song would be for Evalynne/Eva/Maia as she goes from being the medic on The Mage’s Hand to actively directing part of the battle.
I do have a title for that section of the story, “Spiders and Fleas”
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