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Feb. 12th, 2014

The Vienna Rose

F is for Future

F is for Future

“C’mon Harrison! Hurry up; we’re going to be late!” Lieutenant Allison Reynolds shouted to her friend, Lieutenant George Daniel Harrison.

“Alright alright, I’m coming!” the lieutenant shouted as he adjusted the insignias on his dress uniform. They had to be perfect, today was a special day. Today was the day that he and his fellow soldiers and hopefully eventual teammates, friends really, would be inducted as part of the Stargate Program.

“Oh Dani!” Allison shouted as she knocked on the door. “Yeah yeah,” replied Harrison as he gave himself once last look in the mirror. Not a single hair was out of place and his insignia were perfectly straight. He grabbed his hat and left the locker room.

“I’m here,” he said as he pushed opened the door and saw his best friend waiting for him along with Allison. “You know, it’s usually us girls that take a long time in the bathroom,” she laughed as she high fived Daniel’s friend, John Bender, also a new recruit to the program.
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~ Fin ~
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Feb. 18th, 2013

Evil Galadriel

M is for Merlin

M is for Merlin

Author’s note: This was written for the Stargate SG-1 Alphabet Soup for Gen Fic Day 2013. Please note this was not beta-ed.

Summary: What changed Morgan Le Fay's mind in regards to her rivalry with Merlin?

Looking at the schematics, he kept thinking of the crime he was willing to commit. Could he do it? Should do it? Could he really continue with the creation of a weapon that will extinguish the life of millions? It wasn’t in his character to do harm; however, he knew too much, had seen too much.

He closed his eyes and thought back to his days in the Alteran Home Galaxy when his kind and the Ori coexisted. He knew without a doubt he must do what he must. There was no choice; there was no turning back. If not him, then who would take on his mantle and see his plan through?

He breathed in and as he exhaled, he thought, she would. She had tried before, and nearly succeeded. Always she sought his demise, he thought bitterly. She, just like the others, did not understand, could not understand the depth of horror he had seen, that has been in existence for far too long.

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~ Fin ~
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Oct. 15th, 2012

The Vienna Rose

O is for Opportunity

 Author’s note: This was written for the Stargate SG-1 Alphabet Soup for Gen Fic Day 2012, part 3. Please note this was not beta-ed. :(

O is for Opportunity

Kevin Marks had known Lionel Pendergast for the majority of his military career. Shortly after graduating from the Air Force Academy, Marks was assigned under Pendergast’s command.  It wasn’t long before Marks had established himself as an excellent pilot, most particularly flying F-16 Fighting Falcons. As Mark’s reputation grew, so did Pendergast’s respect and admiration for the young officer. Pendergast was constantly impressed with Marks’ proactive nature; he was always ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

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Jun. 25th, 2012

Beauty in Despair

W is for Wedding

 Author’s note: This was written for the Stargate SG-1 Alphabet Soup for Gen Fic Day 2012, part 2. Please note this was not beta-ed. :(

 W is for Wedding

 “Well, perhaps I have chosen poorly as well!”

 As he watched both Rya’c and Kar’yn leave the embarkation room furiously, Bra’tac couldn’t help letting his comment slip, “I can see why one must rehearse these events.” The corner of his mouth curled as a tiny chuckled escaped his lips.

 As the Jaffa gathered in the room quietly left, Bra’tac was left alone to collect the items scattered throughout the table. The proud Jaffa rarely permitted his mind to wander, especially in a strange location such as the Tau’ri homeworld. However as he picked up the circle of fidelity he could not help but think back to another time where he stood facing a bride, ready and waiting for the circlet to be placed on her golden hair.


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Feb. 1st, 2012

Jedi lightsaber skills

The Pains and Perils of Going to the Gym - Part 1

Three years ago, I started going to the gym. Now, at first I thought, what I am thinking? I haven’t seen the inside of a gym since grade 9! Well over 15 years ago now (boy oh boy, don’t I suddenly feel old). It was a sudden, spur of the moment decision. I was chatting away with a friend one Saturday morning and we were both talking about a need to increase our physical activities, since mine were exactly zero. I felt gross, didn’t like how I felt or looked and thought: what do I have to lose? 30+ pounds, that is.</span>

So, on that very same Saturday afternoon I found a gym, very close to home and much smaller than the standard box gym (you know those really big expensive fancy gyms that are *always* busy) and signed up. Yup, I had signed up to join a gym. Now, this was in January so you’re probably thinking, gee, how long will that last? You know with the standard New Year’s resolutions (a practice that I do not ascribe to, by the way), lose weight, yadda yadda and you give up two weeks later? Well that’s what I was expecting; well actually that’s also what most people were expecting. Anyways, I joined and that was 3 years ago and I actually haven’t stopped going. Really! Ok, there have been some slower times where I would only go once a month, but that didn’t last long. I’m actually a pretty regular goer; I go at least 2-3 times a week. More would be nice, but I’m super busy all the time so I do what I can.

Anyways, since I have been going for so long, I thought I’d write about it. I mean, why not? Also, right now, I am in terrible pain because of the gym and it’s currently affecting my everyday life. I can’t move! Owie!

Here is why: This week (Monday), I just joined a boot camp at my local gym which is two one hour sessions per week. I went to my first session, it was fun, it was with 3 other women (all older than me) and it was a pretty intense work out. I kind of liked it.

The next day however, I was singing an entirely different tune. My legs hurt so much I can barely walk! Climbing up and down stairs is excruciating!! My arms are so sore, I have a hard time putting on and removing a t-shirt. My ribs hurt so much, I can’t laugh too much, I have a hard time sitting down and it was pure hell running around this morning to get ready for work! I hate this!!! Argh! It’s been two days! Two days! Ok, so I know that the second day is always worse than the first, but holy cow this is hell!

Ok, so I am simply venting. I’m sure once I start getting more energy toning up, I’ll be glad for all this, but in the interim, this is hell! Owie!

Also, this isn’t the first time I crawl out of the gym and spend a few days shrieking in agony (ok, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, I don’t shriek – ever), however I feel like it’s the worse time! I mean, it’s even freakin’ hard to sit down on a toilet (yup, I went ahead and said it!)

Anyways, I’m hoping things will start go get better. Who knows, maybe the pain is a one-time deal? Who knows?

Thanks for reading, take care, and don’t let this entry keep you away from the gym!!


Jan. 29th, 2012

History, Erecthion, Archaeology, Travel, Greece

F is for F-302

F is for F-302

Quick note: This was written for the Stargate SG-1 Alphabet Soup for Gen Fic Day 2012. Please note this was not beta-ed. :(

Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell would never forget when his first briefing on the Stargate Program. He had just recently returned from a particularly horrible mission, which had resulted in a terrible injury for one of his friends and was, once again, considering resigning from the Air Force. 

 Mitchell recalled his amazement upon being briefed on the project, on the variety of missions the SG teams had gone through from first contact with new races to finding or even creating new technology to fight against a powerful enemy. Cameron particularly remembered reading about SG-1 and thinking how he would love to be part of that team. However, it was when he saw the F-302 fighter-interceptors that Mitchell felt he found his true calling.

And, as he lay broken in the cockpit of the F-302 crashed on the ground in Antarctica, he couldn’t help but think: “It was worth it.”

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Jade ~ Love Like Winter

Who is this strange face?

Did you ever stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder: "Who is this strange person?" I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror lately and I don't know who is staring back at me through those bloodshot eyes.

I don't recognize myself anymore. I tried to find myself, through searching existentialism. So far I've found nothing. Grant it, the subject is infinitely interesting, but for me, just another pursuit of emptiness. Will I ever find what I'm looking for? Will I ever find myself again? Where have I gone? Where am I?

Maybe Morrissey is right, I do look tired. Tired of what, I don't know. Maybe instead of spending all this energy trying to find myself, I should just create myself. Invent a character that would surround me, that would exemplify what I would like to be, then I could strive to be this ethereal person that I idealize.

Maybe that could work. In the meantime, I'll lose myself in music and try to find whatever remains.
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Jan. 14th, 2012

Beauty in Despair

I don't know who I am anymore

I feel so empty, like I’m just a shell of my former self. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I don’t think I even know who I am.  Who is that strange face staring back at me in the mirror? I don’t know this person. Who am I? What have I become?

I can’t say I like what I’ve become, this parasitical pseudo businessperson. Can I even call myself that? A businessperson? I look back at what I’ve accomplished all these years and it really feels empty. Hollow. Like chasing wind and I suppose that what it all is, really.

I mean could it really be anything else? I don’t think I ever thought it would. I think I’ve always known that pursuing this line would lead to emptiness and nothingness. I hate it when I’m right!

Oh well. At least I can draw some comfort that a few of my choices had lead to a better path. Despite the taunting and obvious decrease in funds I cannot deny the judiciousness of my choice is reducing my working hours. I mean, really! If work leads to nothing but chasing wind, why spend more than necessary pursuing such emptiness? Why bother?

Sure, it’s nice to have some extra cash to pay the bills, but that is that really what life is all about? Is this all it is? Work work work and remain unappreciated, and invisible for just a fistful of dollars? To what end?

To buy a bigger house, a bigger car? Which will lead to what? More maintenance more funds to disburse and more time to spend maintain said larger assets. Is that really the key to happiness? I mean I always thought that real happiness meant an attempt to pursue at least some of your dreams no matter how silly they may seam. Even if it means working a little less, living in a smaller house.

I’d rather live in a tiny house filled with light and music and color, than a drab, lifeless grey tower with nothing more than empty hollow walls echoing in their loneliness.  

I’ve always at least had some attempt to pursue what truly interests me. Music, art, literature. I find I at least, can lose myself in the dreariness of the day by spending a few minutes lost in thought. Chasing through the imaginary landscapes of my mind, trying to find some form of creativity.

Now, it seems, I can barely muster enough energy to do just that. It seems every attempt I have to sit at my computer, or with my pen and notebook, I am too tired, or devoid of imagination to come up with anything worth writing. That really sucks! I’m not sure what the answer is, or what I should do exactly.

I just want to spend a good long amount of time with enough energy and ideas pouring out to last a night. I’d love just that, to scribbled furiously, type so fast to try and keep up with the abundance of thoughts and ideas bursting from my mind, desperate and dying to break free.

Perhaps one day I will find that place again. Once day I will return to the creative person I once was, instead of this shell, this half alive husk of a human.

Until then, my soul remains unfulfilled, my mind unrested.

Perhaps I will find myself again, when I can once again get lots in the fury of a thousand thoughts all fighting to get through from the recesses of my mind to the end of my fingertips.

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Jul. 2nd, 2011

The Vienna Rose

I'm not one to jump on the bandwagon but...

Ok, I'll bite I'll say it: the duchess of Cambridge looks pretty and I like her clothes. There, I added my two cents to the subject. So yes, Prince William and Kate are in (or were, I haven't been following their schedule all that closely) my little town, the "Honeymoon Capital of the Commonwealth" as the Governor General put it... *snorts* still it was funny to know that not 5 minutes from where I was working stood the future King and Queen elegantly laying flowers and wreaths on the city's War Memorial and giving little speeches promising to speak better French.

Well, that's all I had to say on the subject, I, of course, wish them very well and much happiness. So far so good.

Now, I don't know why I keep opening up blogs and journals. As you can already attest I'm sure, I'm not very good at maintaining them.

Oh well, let's hope this one's the one that's going to stick.

Like I said earlier, so far so good.


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Mar. 29th, 2011

Evil Galadriel


Hmmm.... I don't know why but I always get the urge to giggle when I hear about weird stuff happening in Colorado...

Hmmm wonder why? ;)



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