Monday, November 10, 2003
CAPTAIN'S LOG: Monday, 3:00pm: After hours of scanning the frozen horizon, the Ensign thought he found a glint of another ship on the horizon. I ordered him to shoot off a ping, and in a moment, the other ship sent up a pong in response. Our ordeal, it would seem, was at an end.
Sadly, a few members of the crew had been stranded in the frozen tundra too long, and one had eaten most of a newspaper. It was a stunning and strange sight, watching his ink-stained lips moving insensibly, trying to comprehend the return to a world he had abandoned. I looked over the corpse of his victim, pieces of columns scattered in disarray. It nearly broke my heart to shoot the poor wretch, but he could never walk straight in the world of men again. At least he left "Peanuts" untouched...
(Translation: No DSL today until just a half an hour ago. I spent some time continuing my writing and (mostly) reading. They've gotten a lot better about fixing the service since the Summer of Dial-Up...)
Sadly, a few members of the crew had been stranded in the frozen tundra too long, and one had eaten most of a newspaper. It was a stunning and strange sight, watching his ink-stained lips moving insensibly, trying to comprehend the return to a world he had abandoned. I looked over the corpse of his victim, pieces of columns scattered in disarray. It nearly broke my heart to shoot the poor wretch, but he could never walk straight in the world of men again. At least he left "Peanuts" untouched...
(Translation: No DSL today until just a half an hour ago. I spent some time continuing my writing and (mostly) reading. They've gotten a lot better about fixing the service since the Summer of Dial-Up...)
|| Eric 3:47 PM#
