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… then Cochrane goes for up to two weeks without a check card. Not that I used it every day, but it was also my ATM card and so this means that while they’re issuing me a new number, I can’t get money out of the ATM to get some damn food. My mother suggested I write checks, but I dislike writing checks since they bounce. No one likes bouncing checks, so I do everything by check card or bill payments via my bank.

Anyway, suffice to say that the extent of my petty cash has been reduced to actual physical cash on hand rather than relying on either debiting or faux crediting stuff to the check card. Today, of course, is the day where I have nothing on hand and so I’m forced to starve at work until the Friday night food fest at 5. I had a bagel this morning, but that was it. I’m hungry, now.

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It took me less than a month, but the first part of The Quarterdeck Breed has finally been completed and published on the web. The story was writing itself in the beginning for a good while there, but then about halfway through I started to lose my way. Infusing some ideas from projects that I had abandoned, I think that it turned out to be a good short story in the end. I would love it if people would head on over and take a read, if you like Trek fanfiction that isn’t steeped in the focused universe.

I get really sick of reading Kirk/Spock/McCoy, or Picard/Riker/Data, or Sisko/Kira/Odo, or even Janeway/Chakotay/Tuvok stories after a while. I’ll read the Pocket Books published stuff, but the features in fanfiction never seem to really live up to what I expect. Rather than being a disappointment to other people, I choose to simply write about characters and ships that no one has ever really seen or paid attention to before. Agamemnon is one of those stories. Ever since I had heard its name being mentioned in the episode Descent, Part I of The Next Generation, I had often wondered about who was in command, what was her crew like? What did it feel like to be right there during that whole ordeal? Where did that ship did up during the Dominion War? Was it destroyed? There’s a whole lot of potential for crafting stories with just the mention of another ship in a single episode, isn’t there?

The Quarterdeck Breed will continue, of course. The next story is called Bellerophon.

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Todd’s brother Jody stayed over at our place for the last three days. He brought his computer and uplinked to our bridge router and was pretty much taking full advantage of the 786 line with us. With Todd no longer working and generally being a lazy bum for the first time in over two years, they’ve been playing nonstop EverQuest for the past seventy-two hours. I join in when I can, since I still have my characters and I like to play a lot. I just haven’t had much of a chance until we got the broadband connection to put any serious effort into it. I finally got an enchanter out of lowbie-dom and closer to level ten. I haven’t really played any of my lowbie characters enough to notice all of the changes they made to the newbie/lowbie areas within Greater Faydark. Christ, a newbie can get his ass handed to him in nothing flat if he’s not too careful. I’m gunning to bring my enchanter to level twelve or better by next Friday or so.

While I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been watching Shomuni by osmosis, you could say. That is, I put Shomuni on loop (all 11 episodes I have) and just fall asleep watching it. This is typically a bad idea, as I tend to want to stay awake and watch it. Over the course of three nights, I’ve been half-watching Shomuni’s first and second episodes, and I’ve still yet to actually complete them. Shomuni is a really funny series, from what I’ve seen so far. It has Esumi Makiko in it, who is just a hottie that demands people kill for her (in a figurative sense). She’s tall, has this amazing long black hair and an icy cold stare that would chill a head of lettuce at a mean distance of three miles. In other words, she’s a babe. Any Japanese dorama with Esumi Makiko in it is pretty much going to be a winner with me. Of her other doramas that I’ve seen, I think Over Time is her best one.

Radio Free WNOHGB is back online and broadcasting goodness 24/7 again. I kept hearing small complaints and gripes about its closure back in July a little too much and decided that it was worth it to me to bring it back. If only to have a cool set to listen to at work, and one that I can share with other people on the game and apparently in other countries. In the last twenty four hours, Japanese listeners have posted bigger numbers than American listeners, which is kind of surprising since all of my spoken content is in English and not Japanese, but of course, they’re not listening to me speak, they’re listening to all the anime and J-Pop music I’ve been able to get my grubby hands on. Unfortunately, or fortunately if your perspective dictates, I’m going to wipe RFW clean and start reprogramming it for a more stricter format of all Japanese music. I have far too much domestic crap on there, taking up valuable MP3 space. Not to mention that it can get a little repetitive of listening to same openings and endings and other music, so I’m going to locate as much game (Final Fantasy, Suikoden, Chrono Trigger, Xenogears) music as possible to upload and start playing. We’ll see how the reformatting goes in the coming week when I’m done with work for four days.

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The funeral for my grandmother was yesterday, which was a drive up to Northern California. She was laid to rest about five miles east of Clear Lake, in a town called Colusa. I’ve been to funerals before, though in my lifetime, this is only the fourth. I tend to avoid them if I can, but as this was my father’s mother, there was very little I could do to accomplish that. It’s not so much about refusing to pay my respects, I just feel that the person to whom you should really be paying your respect to isn’t really going anywhere. When you’re part of the semi-immediate family, though, it’s a little different. I absolutely hate that area of California, though. I’ve never liked visiting it because of the sheer amount of cowpoke-ness and flatlands, coupled with amazingly hot days and nights. My father grew up there and he loves the country, but I’m a city boy, through and through.

Anyway, the service was similar to my grandfather’s, though I was a lot younger back then and it’s all a little hazy. I remember speaking at the funeral, though. This time, I did not feel like putting myself up on the podium to say anything. My father and my cousin did. My cousin went first, and instead of performing a eulogy as expected, he began preaching about how beautiful Jesus was and how it was necessary for everyone to accept Jesus into their heart and follow him into his congregation. He’s a protestant minister of some sort, and I’m really happy he has such an amazing passion for something other than drugs and alcohol like he used to, but the funeral was neither a time or place appropriate to hold a membership drive. Needless to say that it enraged and upset a lot of people, and one of my aunts left the church outright, unable to withstand his words in the face of her own grief. My father went up afterward and gave a very emotional eulogy about his mother, and it seemed to smooth over the day. Not to mention, he was preaching to a family of mostly Catholics, in a Catholic church, with the priest standing right behind him. Above and beyond the initial faux paus, let’s talk about a lack of courtesy for the church as well.

At the end of the day, though, I was just emotionally and physically exhausted. I slept on the way home while my mother drove my car. I just was really happy when I could close my eyes and end the day so it would be tomorrow.

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This is my door, my Ayanami Rei wall scroll from storage, my television with satellite feed and my ol’ Coca-Cola clock that I had in storage. You can see my alarm clock on top on my TV.

My bed, a full. My very first wall scroll ever is on the right (Ran-chan in the Shampoo pose), and my Macross wall scroll is on the left.

What room wouldn’t be complete without my bookcase full of books? Though, it is a little sparse as I track down all my old books.

My desk, or the left side of it. It’s already cluttered up.

My closet, which makes what little clothing I own look pretty pathetic… oh well. I’ve never been one for a huge wardrobe.

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It being September 11th and all, and the fact that it’s one year following the tragedy that occurred in New York, the overriding theme in the week preceding has been pretty much about remembering. Remembering what happened and remembering how I felt, or where I was, and reliving the audio and video history of the event on television and radio makes forgetting utterly impossible. I think it’s one thing to have a special or a documentary about the events, but it’s quite another for the media to engage in an utter blitz on the people in a transparent attempt to boost ratings. It’s enough to suck all the emotion out of it and start despising the media for literally commercializing the shit out of it.

That said, I’m really glad to have Internet access back. As I’m back more and more, now, I’ll be able to put up a regular saga of mental crap that everyone is used to. I’ve been without a free creative outlet beyond my writing, and even then it’s beginning to fade away again. I’m almost done with the first short story of the Quarterdeck Breed series, but I’ve hit a couple of blocks that’re just frustrating.

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