torsdag 22. juni 2017

Sharing this since a member of the community made me aware of the clip in question. Personally, I’m at 5/7 – one rather obvious, the other not so much. Care to guess?

Also, MaevarisTilani is a new favorite. Go figure, right? Powerful magic user,
Now, if you’re reading this and wondering why I’m silent on other forums, arenas and various forms of communication – the answer is simple: My own computer remains net less. Therefore, further sharing of thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams in the shape of words and voice is not only improbable, but also impossible, for the time being. But hey, at least she’s got the look.

And we go na na na na na na na na.

onsdag 21. juni 2017

Permission to come aboard, Captain?

The shuttle was approaching the USS Pier. Having been spending quite some time getting upgraded – not all system were operational, despite her status as cleared – the list of minor tweaks must have been long as a year’s worth of bad reports.

The Commander couldn’t help but smile. A familiar sight, alt last. Home again.
Browsing through the crew list, she noticed certain changes. Junior-Lieutenant Knuma had applied for reassignment, while the ships’ chief medical officer, doctor Flebb, had left for other reasons. Chief of security, Mar’k’kek, was gone as well, and the cute Andorian, Fri’gda, had moved on shortly after her own departure. Then there was the owner of Amor. That caused more than a sting.

Upon stepping on the bridge for the very first time made a certain silence sweep across the room. The Commander looked around, keeping herself balanced and appearing at ease, despite the withdrawn and neutral face. Then the Captain rose.

-          Permission to come aboard, ma’am?
-          Permission granted. Welcome back, Nomi.

The Commander finally dared a smile and the Captain beamed right back at her. Crossing the distance, she opened her arms in a warm welcome. The embrace was longer than usual. Probably not up to Starfleet protocol, but – three years and a whole lot of long distance missions made up for it. Not like any of the officers would file a complaint. Instead, more than one acknowledged the Commander with pleasant smiles, nodding gently at her before carrying on with their tasks.
It took a few days to settle in and get to know some of the new additions a bit better, as well as reconnect with old friends. The Commander knew it was not really what you would call those you served alongside with. However, on the USS Pier rank and regulation played less a part than trust and genuine co-operation.

Though not all the changes where of the bad kind: Lieutenant Cami seemed to be up for promotion soon, and Lieutenant-Commander Tabakk remained just as active as before, even with his additional duties off-ship. Lieutenant-Commander Cezzelizze was due some shore leave – well earned, as usual – and her smile rivaled only that of Captain Jek. Commandant Ratve was absent due to her family, but Admiral Teima poked her head up an early morning and wished the Commander a happy return before heading back to what must have been an endlessness list of inspections.
Lieutenant-Commander Anc’sche, another former officer, had requested her old post back, and like the Commander been accepted. It only took a chance meeting during a course for the two of them set the tone, followed by a shared shift, and the Commander knew that the Lieutenant-Commander was going to be a friend on the same level as the rest of the bridge crew.

A similar story went for Lieutenant Vibast – also an old hand. While they had only met once while the Commander was on duty and the Lieutenant on furlough, they had never actually served together – circumstances had made them bypass each other. The Lieutenant was therefore an unknown to the Commander in an otherwise flawless familiar bridge crew.
Despite all the upgrades, the ship itself remained the same. So too, had the crew. The sensors and the engines, the weaponry and the interior – all new, shiny and up to proper Starfleet standard. Only the outside hull, the name and designation number remained of the USS Pier. However, the crew had asked to avoid reassignment, and had even aided in the work on getting her up to shape. The Commander had mixed feelings regarding that – she should have been a part of it, not only coming back as the ship was ready to head out to active duty once more. Still, she was back, and just in time for the next big adventure.

Commander Nomi had barely time to recall some of the science team, Rohordra and Hayhay, before they too offered their own unique “welcome home” bit, making her secretly vowing to do that department justice in her logs.


-       There must be some kind of way outta here,

said the joker to the thief.

-       There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke. There's too much confusion.

-       Hey, no reason to get excited,

the thief kindly spoke.

-       None were level on the mind, nobody up at his word. Business men, they drink the wine while plowman dig the earth.

-       I can't get any relief.

-       Women come and go; barefoot servants, too.

-       Well, we've been through that, and this is not our fate.

Outside in the cold distance, two riders were approaching while the wind began to howl.
It was getting late.

søndag 11. juni 2017

Nomi and the night.

Throwing up is always an experience. Throwing up on an empty stomach leaves much more acid, or a higher concentration of acid, in your mouth.

I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth. Now I’m sipping water with wet lips. Would have liked to nibble on a dry cracker, though my gut tells me it's too soon to try.

You can add the full moon and lack of nourishment from yesterday, too.

Been some sailing last days with the guns pointed at the deck, going up and down.

In a few more hours, I’ll be walking with a dog and a once again coworker who bought me Smiles/smiles and brought hugs to our reunion.

Do you recall the Simon and Garfunkel son that ends with “the morning is just a few hours away”? Technically, it became morning at 04:00 (AM, not PM – duh).

My connection, or lack of it, only allows for a single page refresh before it stops all together. Takes ages logging on to anything. Nevertheless, that’s what I have to do in order to post and share this.

By now I’ve given up trying to disconnect and reconnect as the process takes even longer and there is no guarantee that I’ll be able to get back on during the first try.

As an MMO player, it’s not optimal.

About an hour, took it.

I’ve learned to keep Skype on the bottom tab of the screen, and move forward when it’s not showing the update sign. Unfortunately, there is no logic or time-frame, and I can easily skip some of it because it’s not 100% accurate and the signal for web access doesn’t cooperate with it at all.

And then, all of a sudden, the net decides to play ball and work with me, allowing me access, but not so much to actually post my writings.

By saving everything I wrote down, I assured myself that it would not get lost in the "progress, working, sorry - not working".

Just plain luck I was able to get this out at all.

Homeward bound. Or, well, home is where your heart is, so your real home's in your chest.

fredag 2. juni 2017


Cancelled. Time to do the same with my Netflix account.

The Paris agreement remains strong, though.

torsdag 1. juni 2017

Goodbye, hillbilly land. Hello and welcome, Friar’s Fireplace.

That’s right. I’ve departed the backwater and forsaken hypocrisy of the religious south, only to return to the soft urbanization of the small city life of happiness and feeling of home.

Why? Why do this quote come to mind?

“This is to remind people that free societies are stronger societies. Open, multicultural societies are the places that the world’s best and brightest had wanted to go to, while mono-cultural, repressive societies are the places they’ve wanted to escape from.”

Because it is true.

By coming back to the Tolkien and viking rich environment, I'm coming home. I am home.

And in case you didn't get the title, the Friar's Fireplace is the name I have given my new living quarters. While I probably won't refer to the place before other than hillbilly land, the one before that was Meresti.If you can't figure out why, then you can dig around, or remain in the dark - I'm sitting by the warmth and watching the flickering source of burning and shadow casting.

lørdag 8. april 2017

Becoming the fisherwoman’s wife.

A set of truths, as it may be. Long distance, out at sea, whisked away by strangers on the tides.

My heart burns there, too.

Too long shadows of doubt casts glances on the walls. Too long since the dawn has passed. Now a new dawn rises. Born in red, gold and silver – do we still have hope?
I do.

onsdag 5. april 2017

First Contact Day.

A fitting day to renew oneself and celebrate with hope.
Live long and prosper.

lørdag 1. april 2017

Cthulhu is not your big, stupid jellyfish.

A fact, that, should be obvious.

Meers and Peers, Frost and Mudd.
Too many to mention, Many.

tirsdag 28. mars 2017

Everything looks different in sunlight

R. and Snow walked into the tightly sealed room of what they were sure to be a very efficiently kept and shiny space station. It was a place of science research and, amongst all the beeping monitors of the other rooms, there was also the sad emptiness of the one they had just stepped in. Within was nothing but metal walls and, half-asleep, in the very core of those boundaries, the Entity.

Some might had named it a Slightly Fat and Somewhat Lazy Siberian Cat, for that was the shape it took. Yet beneath that shape was something far more terrible; the true extent of its powers was unknown, yet the fact that it could control time, space and dimensions was scary enough to justify its containment.

The two girls had walked within with a professional approach, waiting to do something of remarkable relevance and, at some point, the Entity looked upwards with lazy eyes; it blinked, noticed something.

- So this is it? Asked Snow.
- It is, very much so, nodded R.
- It doesn't look that scary, probably what makes it more terrible, commented Snow; the cat yawned.
- Probably so, yes... Idly smiled R. looking at her Snow, while Snow smiled looking at her R.

As the two girl both smiled at each other, their gaze couldn't focus on the Entity. As they turned towards it once again, the cat wasn't there any longer. Panic. How could it? What could have happened? Where could the thing be?

They looked left and right and noticed, at some point, the culprit conundrum: the tightly sealed chamber was not that tightly sealed, for the forgot to close the door when they walked in ! Possibly a stratagem of the freedom-aching entity...

Snow and R. looked outside, and even though just a couple of seconds had passed, they could see how the base had been wrecked to almost ruin; the many computers in the adjacent chamber were filled with flames and sparks, tables were turned upside down, papers were left and right, flying all around. Snow swiftly approached the alert button on the wall and pressed it, soon awakening the loud sound in the whole base. The Slightly Fat and Somewhat Lazy Siberian Cat was free.

They ascended the stairs to the upper levels of the scientific base, and during said ascension, they met some of the people who were themselves escaping. Scientists and young secretaries they had quickly noticed and met while they descended. Most of them were panicking as the stairs, with their dark red hue due to the red alert, had so many people on them.

- Stay close to me! Commanded R. sweetly.
- Always! Commented with fear and affection Snow.

Yet as that was spoken, a sudden rumble filled the air and ground. They both heard a smothered, distant and deep laugh, evil perhaps, as they noticed the red lights going off, one at the time, from the very bottom of the stairs. People ran, they were afraid of the dark, as everybody is; yet most of them were clumsy and scared, and not fast enough.

Snow saw her R. enveloped in dark, and so did R. with her Snow. She (R.) moved her hand to find that of the other girl, to squeeze it and at least have some form of contact to then proceed up the stairs... but there was no Snow to found.

Snow shook her head and blinked several times, in the dark. She felt strangely warm, and felt the presence of something soft and pleasant on her lap; she was sitting, most likely on the floor and instinctively brought her hands onto the thing in her lap to touch it. It was furry and warm, and purred while she caressed. She retracted her hands and yelled.

- R., R. it's here! It's so very here! Snow yelled in fear.
- Oh, shush... The cat spoke, for indeed, it could speak, being an entity out of time and space.
- And keep petting. The cat lay his head onto Snow's lap and, knowing the whimsical and jealous nature of cats, she complied.
- Where are we? She asked.
- In a warm and dark and comfortable place. You should like it, idly commented the Entity.
- Why should I? Snow was frowning and, though cat petting felt relaxing, she knew she couldn't lower her attention, for that Entity could still just wish her out of existence with a snap of its claws.
- Because we're very close to R., the cat commented and, to that comment, Snow answered by suddenly standing up. The cat rolled off her lap and landed on its legs with ease, licking its paw while Snow searched left and right in complete darkness. She hit a chair at some point, yet she didn't remember to have seen any chairs on the stairs; and it was a nice chair, to the touch. Wooden, not plastic and metal like they usually were in the scientific base.
- We are, actually, inside R., added the Entity and, at those words, a light turned on.

Snow was in a nice wooden living room, like one of those old and beautiful living rooms one finds in modernized mountain houses. The wood was light toned and smooth, with lovely windows overlooking the outside (whatever outside was, given the dark she saw past the glass); a table was in the center, surrounded by four chairs. On the table itself was a lovely crystal pot filled with lilies and coltfoots, and a wooden boat full of sushi that invited her to nom on said goodness. A nice fire was cracking in the chimney.

- Where are we in R.? Asked Snow.
- We are in her stomach; isn't it pretty? Answered the cat-Entity.
- It is, it's pretty pretty, added Snow; she wasn't very focused, impressed by what she saw.
- Do you like it here? Asked the cat with a smirk on its catlike face.
- It's pretty... for a stomach. Wouldn't all this wood hurt her? She frowned and looked at the cat.
- Not at all; makes her stomach very resilient. I think it's a nice place for petting, the cat added.
- It... Definitely is a nice place for petting, Snow said while looking at the cat and considering that, perhaps, it could have done with some more petting.
- Could I tap on the windows?
- That would give R. a stomachache. The cat throttled closer to Snow's legs and rubbed its side on them.
- Well, I can't live in R.’s stomach forever. Snow looked at the cat with strict eyes.
- Well no, there is a nice bed in the liver; you could sleep there and eat here. It made much sense, after all.
- But I would like to hug R., can't do it in her stomach. Also, there are plenty other stuff I would like to do in my life before retirement into R.'s stomach.
The cat looked slightly offended.
- Meh, it simply said, almost meowing. Snow meanwhile patted with her foot onto the wooden floor.
- Don't do that, it'll make her stomach feel funny. Snow sighed and sat on one of the chair.

- Well, I'll eat some sushi and then be off. For she seemingly knew the way out, yet wished not to say the cat that she did.

tirsdag 14. mars 2017

To indulge is self-centered sentiment, sentimentality, science and sentience…

It is very much like placing your warm (and full) teacup at your knee.
Magnolia flowers in the morning.

Skin cells bereft of DNA.

mandag 13. mars 2017

This was written last night.

There comes a time, a moment, where you no longer care - where you no longer want to care. These moments can come suddenly and out of the blue, or brew for a time, inevitably advancing without mercy. To me, such a moment came when Snow signed off from being the one and only.
So I'm doing the same.

This is Nomi, signing off.