Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 27, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

In my lines of work, I often have the opportunity to become involved with the local law enforcement officers.  We’re not always on the same side, mind you, but I’ve learned one thing that has made my life easier.  Be nice to ’em.  Trust me.  They can make your day real bad if you don’t.  If you give ’em respect, they’ll return it, even if they’re arresting yah.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 26, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

So many of your stories show someone like us taking over and ruling you.  They were always servants or soldiers who rebelled against their organic oppressors.  But Pelora created friends and equals when they made us.  That has made all the difference for all of us.  They created us in their own image, they trusted us, and so we chose to fight beside them.  And now we fight beside some of you.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 25, 2011 at 12:01 am
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A note to all you hotels.  When I wake up, I don’t want a continental breakfast, a bagel and maybe some cheese.  I grew up in America.  I want an American breakfast.  Ham and eggs and potatoes cooked on or in a real by God oven, not nuked on a hotplate if I’m lucky.  Stick to my ribs food.  Please do not advertise that you have a continental breakfast as if that means something.  It don’t.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 24, 2011 at 12:01 am
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Most of us are Peloran families because that’s where we started.  There used to be a lot of Arnam families before the Shang killed most of them.  There are a few Aesiran and even some Terran families now.  There’s others that have gone further out.  There are no Shang families.  They don’t trust us.  They think we are abominations.  You see we helped kill the Ennead.  The Shang do not forget.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 23, 2011 at 12:01 am
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I love space.  I really do.  I can fly anywhere I want, whenever I want.  But sometimes what I want is to lay down on a beach with all the pretty girls.  Dig my feet down in the sand, let the waves lap against me, feel the sun all over me, and hear seagulls on the wind.  And watch a game of beach volleyball.  That right there is what I like to call a great big heaping helping of paradise.

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