okay, i don't know quite what to do with this multi-dimensional sci-fi adventure G-rider has us all on. I mean, I'm guessing, but the feedback isn't exactly giving me any clues if I'm dead-on or way off. Maybe this is all a ploy by a creatively blocked computer game programmer looking to see how our individual talents can compose individual characters and plots. Then he/she...
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okay, i don't know quite what to do with this multi-dimensional sci-fi adventure G-rider has us all on. I mean, I'm guessing, but the feedback isn't exactly giving me any clues if I'm dead-on or way off. Maybe this is all a ploy by a creatively blocked computer game programmer looking to see how our individual talents can compose individual characters and plots. Then he/she...
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wow, somehow missy became my 3rd fave girl. I got nothing against it... I like surprises and hey, Missy is easy enough to adore.
looks like war is on the horizon ...Georgie is determined to get his pals the contracts to extract Iraqi oil. Sure he says the money will be used to reconstruct Iraq, but that doesn't mean american and british companies can't get...
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grooverider:
Doctor S. was tired.
What had started out as an extra long shift was gradually becoming a double, going on triple. His own record for staying awake (the highest ever to be recorded in the hospital) was broken 30 minutes ago. Not that it mattered- he was past the point of caring. Damn holidays- so many people on vacation
It was then, of course, that a chain car accident changed the plans of 43 people, bringing them to his ER instead of their respective homes.
That was 4 hours ago. The current count was17 and declining.
Exhausted, Dr. Sativa allowed himself a 5 minute rest in the surgeons lounge. His hands wrapped around a cup of tasteless liquid, which the coffee machine had gloriously dubbed- Genuine Italian Espresso, he thought about some of the new patients.
Actually, he was thinking of one in particular.
Male, Caucasian, of undeterminable age- probably at his 30s, diagnosed with severe shock. That was it! While witnesses claimed that a large van hit the fellow at full force, there was nothing physically wrong with him.
He was too tired to think clearly right now he must have missed something there- there had to be a logical explanation.
The door opened abruptly- it was the head nurse.
Doctor- I really think you should comeright now!
What is it? he asked, but not impatiently- she was with him throughout most of his shift, and was probably as tired as him
Its the John Doe
Yessss?
Hes gone!
[Edited on Jan 22, 2003]
What had started out as an extra long shift was gradually becoming a double, going on triple. His own record for staying awake (the highest ever to be recorded in the hospital) was broken 30 minutes ago. Not that it mattered- he was past the point of caring. Damn holidays- so many people on vacation
It was then, of course, that a chain car accident changed the plans of 43 people, bringing them to his ER instead of their respective homes.
That was 4 hours ago. The current count was17 and declining.
Exhausted, Dr. Sativa allowed himself a 5 minute rest in the surgeons lounge. His hands wrapped around a cup of tasteless liquid, which the coffee machine had gloriously dubbed- Genuine Italian Espresso, he thought about some of the new patients.
Actually, he was thinking of one in particular.
Male, Caucasian, of undeterminable age- probably at his 30s, diagnosed with severe shock. That was it! While witnesses claimed that a large van hit the fellow at full force, there was nothing physically wrong with him.
He was too tired to think clearly right now he must have missed something there- there had to be a logical explanation.
The door opened abruptly- it was the head nurse.
Doctor- I really think you should comeright now!
What is it? he asked, but not impatiently- she was with him throughout most of his shift, and was probably as tired as him
Its the John Doe
Yessss?
Hes gone!
[Edited on Jan 22, 2003]
tommysativa:
"gone?! ...how does a man in a coma just wake up and walk naked out of an ER without being scanned for clearance?"
Fuck, this is the last thing I need tonight.
"Doctor?"
"Okay, give me a sec ...I'll be right there. Have security run a sweep for his chip. He's gotta still be around here somewhere. He can't exit the doors with his implant."
"Really?! Why we had no idea..."
"Yeah, enough with the sarcasm. It's been a rough night."
"We already scanned this floor..."
"Did you check the perimeter logs? he coulda.."
"We checked everything. You need to see what security got off his video monitor"
"...huh?"
"Now."
"okay, i'm walking" ...I think.
this has got to be the worst shift of my life. First, the fedboys pulled me in on another serum "procedure" on that poor sap again ...marathon session this time. Why did I ever let the military pay for med school? they seem to follow me everywhere I go ...sometimes it sucks being "the best". Everything is always so surreal after working in their world. In one room I rip a person's life apart one hundred feet away from a room where I put people's lives back together. I shoulda been an asteroid miner. Man, I need some sleep ...talking to myself and I can't even keep my train of thought. I shouldn't have gone out for beers after working him over. No, I shouldn't have answered that page. But how many would have died if I hadn't come back for another shift? ... miners actually get time off ...lucky fucks.
"okay so where's this security video I NEED to see?
"hold on.... look ...there."
"Are you sure that thing is working right? People don't just disappear"
"You got any better explanation?"
"no. ...why is this my problem anyway? You're security. You deal with it."
"You're in charge ...thought you'd want to know"
"I'm in charge?! Where's our illustrious chief resident?"
"...went home to feed his cats"
"Fuck! ...I'll be in the lounge!"
Oh, this ain't good ...just like the shit I saw in the colonies. NO, there's gotta be an explanation ...I'm tired, a little hung-over...
"Dr Sativa..."
Oh shit not them again "It's too soon. He can't handle another procedure for at least 16 more hours."
"No, it's not that. You need to come with us."
"Great..."
I hate going into the secure ward. It reminds me too much of working in the alien freak factory during my "residency" before escaping to civilian duty.
We enter a room. Two more fedboys, older --I assume higher-ups, are sitting at the table. Fedboys never look chipper, but these guys look distressed. That synthetic espresso is starting to do a number on my sigmoid colon. This is not going to be a pleasant visit.
"Dr Sativa?"
"yes?"
"We have a serious problem ...
...your "patient" seems to have disappeared."
"...shit"
[Edited on Jan 28, 2003]
Fuck, this is the last thing I need tonight.
"Doctor?"
"Okay, give me a sec ...I'll be right there. Have security run a sweep for his chip. He's gotta still be around here somewhere. He can't exit the doors with his implant."
"Really?! Why we had no idea..."
"Yeah, enough with the sarcasm. It's been a rough night."
"We already scanned this floor..."
"Did you check the perimeter logs? he coulda.."
"We checked everything. You need to see what security got off his video monitor"
"...huh?"
"Now."
"okay, i'm walking" ...I think.
this has got to be the worst shift of my life. First, the fedboys pulled me in on another serum "procedure" on that poor sap again ...marathon session this time. Why did I ever let the military pay for med school? they seem to follow me everywhere I go ...sometimes it sucks being "the best". Everything is always so surreal after working in their world. In one room I rip a person's life apart one hundred feet away from a room where I put people's lives back together. I shoulda been an asteroid miner. Man, I need some sleep ...talking to myself and I can't even keep my train of thought. I shouldn't have gone out for beers after working him over. No, I shouldn't have answered that page. But how many would have died if I hadn't come back for another shift? ... miners actually get time off ...lucky fucks.
"okay so where's this security video I NEED to see?
"hold on.... look ...there."
"Are you sure that thing is working right? People don't just disappear"
"You got any better explanation?"
"no. ...why is this my problem anyway? You're security. You deal with it."
"You're in charge ...thought you'd want to know"
"I'm in charge?! Where's our illustrious chief resident?"
"...went home to feed his cats"
"Fuck! ...I'll be in the lounge!"
Oh, this ain't good ...just like the shit I saw in the colonies. NO, there's gotta be an explanation ...I'm tired, a little hung-over...
"Dr Sativa..."
Oh shit not them again "It's too soon. He can't handle another procedure for at least 16 more hours."
"No, it's not that. You need to come with us."
"Great..."
I hate going into the secure ward. It reminds me too much of working in the alien freak factory during my "residency" before escaping to civilian duty.
We enter a room. Two more fedboys, older --I assume higher-ups, are sitting at the table. Fedboys never look chipper, but these guys look distressed. That synthetic espresso is starting to do a number on my sigmoid colon. This is not going to be a pleasant visit.
"Dr Sativa?"
"yes?"
"We have a serious problem ...
...your "patient" seems to have disappeared."
"...shit"
[Edited on Jan 28, 2003]
the other day I dug out the remnants of a felled basketball hoop ...sort of a concrete stump that had been sticking out of the ground and being generally in the way of just about everything. So, I dug the bugger out using all that ingenuity that my college physics had instilled into me. The fucking thing wound up being pretty damn huge once I...
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grooverider:
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noirin:
thanks for the compliments, my writing on here seems to violently fluctuate in direct proportion to the level of previos alcohol consumption hehehe...
changes to be made to the humans:
1) elven shaped ears
2) lightening reflexes
3) men have breasts and fannys too
4) natural ability to play the harp
changes to be made to the humans:
1) elven shaped ears
2) lightening reflexes
3) men have breasts and fannys too
4) natural ability to play the harp
For Grooverider and anyone else's benefit...
my son is 2 1/2 and all boy. I didn't plan it that way, but he is genetically tuned to being a bruiser and loving sticks n' balls. He has his own language and is a riot to listen to once he gets on a roll.
My daughter is a few months shy of 6 ..she is totally cool....
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noirin:
i love your description of your daughter!! warrior and princess wrapped into one...that's what i strive for now! brilliant. brave you, you created life. the concept still baffles me...
grooverider:
!!!
okay new year, new approach.
Recently, my 2 existing wonder-spawn have been absolutely mindblowingly fantastic ...reminding me that I'm not especially bad at this parenting gig. so, though hypocrisy is painted all over my attempts at being a conscientious global citizen, chances are that despite losing my sanity and youth in the process, I am likely to survive this latest episode of super-sperm-syndrome. I am...
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grooverider:
yeah man, what's up with the old geezer- seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth...
perhaps out sailing with the pirates, seems his style.
how old are your kids?
G.
perhaps out sailing with the pirates, seems his style.
how old are your kids?
G.
happy new year leaving that old shit behind
noirin:
hm, sounds pretty positive to me! thanks for the reply, in retrospect yours is a lot more coherent than mine, i hope i did get across what i was trying to say because i was really tired at that point and my grammar is less than ideal. oh well! have a wicked year, the year of the palindrome is over, perhaps that means the end of repetitive monotony in a symbolic way...
hmmmm, what's ta say? Basicly, I'm slated for a life of rearing wee ones. I realize few people read this and even fewer care. So why am I bothering to post it? Good question ...I'm not trolling for someone to take pity on an old fart here such as myself. It's more of a compulsion. I just write because it's here for me to do...
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grooverider:
hey dude- that's cool- do your thing man...
my immidiate impulse was to try and cheer you up somehow, but i guess you just have to go through whatever it is you have to go through. (what a great sentance- am i a brilliant writer or what?)
anyway- you know where to find me.
positivity,
G.
my immidiate impulse was to try and cheer you up somehow, but i guess you just have to go through whatever it is you have to go through. (what a great sentance- am i a brilliant writer or what?)
anyway- you know where to find me.
positivity,
G.
noirin:
i am a youth and it sure is wasted on me, all my older mates frequently point out how i think the way i do because of my age. this is pretty invalidating because it implies we are ignorant til we die [since you can always get older]. i dislike this feeling of inadequacy that the age issue bestows upon us. but then there's loads of shit things about being alive, so to make it worth i guess focus on the really fun things which tend to be the immature ones anyway. hell i missed reading festival this year coz i was working and my dad went to see bloody Slipknot. don't feel constrained by age, it's only a measurement of time. like New Years - there's no major deal there but we party harder the longer it goes on, why not try the same approach?? hehe
well fans, i've been down and around with all that deep soulsearching stuff ...decided that this new baby is the last act for her and I as "us".
grooverider:
Dude how are you! i've been without internet for a while...
yo- what's up with your journal entry?!? sounds heavy man- are you ok? you got my email if you ever wanna share some thoughts.
take care- i'll be back soon.
G.
yo- what's up with your journal entry?!? sounds heavy man- are you ok? you got my email if you ever wanna share some thoughts.
take care- i'll be back soon.
G.
Spencer Darby Magoo, feline extraordinaire, was buried under a young ponderosa pine. Bundles of incense were lit to guide his spirit to the next realm. I'll miss that little buddha, but I won't miss his piss fits.
thanks for the positive vibes, guys.
grooverider:
so, are you getting a new pet?
i hope that's not insensitive of me to ask- i'm sure you'll give it some time before you do...
what's up besides? got cool plans for the weekend?
man- i wish i had a way to transport myself to oregon instantly. i'll bet it's cold and wet- and that's just the way i like it...
i drove past it a few years ago when i travelled up the west coast. it looks like a cool place with all the trees happening there.
be cool,
G.
i hope that's not insensitive of me to ask- i'm sure you'll give it some time before you do...
what's up besides? got cool plans for the weekend?
man- i wish i had a way to transport myself to oregon instantly. i'll bet it's cold and wet- and that's just the way i like it...
i drove past it a few years ago when i travelled up the west coast. it looks like a cool place with all the trees happening there.
be cool,
G.
grooverider:
HELLO...? (hello...hello...hello...) IS THERE ANYONE HOME...? (home...home...home...) DAMN, THIS PLACE IS HAS A LOT OF ECHO...(echo...echo...echo...)
you ok?
g.
you ok?
g.
The man walked over to his Hovercar, fumbling through his messengers bag for his key-card.
He was too tired to even think about how tired he was. Finally with a triumphant curse, he grabbed the familiar plastic object.
As he entered the vehicle, he thought of his military days. Elite commando never slept. Sleep was for the weak or even worse- for civilians.
Of course, back then he was younger, stronger, and most importantly- full of adrenaline and military issued amphetamines.
As if the triple shift wasnt bad enough- there was that whole thing with the vanishing patient and the federal agents
Whatever- he was no longer Dr. Sativa. For the remainder of this day he went back to being Tommy. Back home, a spliff and off to bed- cant argue with the doctors orders he smiled to himself.
A cold object suddenly touched his neck. He knew through his training exactly what it was and how futile any attempts to remove it would be.
Drive.
It was a strange, dry whisper, and it came from behind him.
Who are you?
Youll know soon enough. Now- Drive!