yo_pryde

[posted to Sprite]

1. top
2. shatter
3. shoe
4. slide
5. car
6. lips
7. mail
8. brick
9. thrill
10. woof
11. city
12. wing
13. mint
14. tequila
15. eggplant
( answers this way. I was actually honest )

There's been so much going on lately I haven't had a chance to write about it. First of all, I've been working with Kathy Janeway. She's the most amazing universal translator - not that it's all that it does, but it's one of the more useful capabilities. I've been trying to interface it with the Sh'iar tech on this laptop, so I can replicate the function. I've had some successes, but not total. I do need to introduce her to Abby, though, she was so passionate about this exact kind of project.

Then there's Sam Carter's project. A wormhole that can be stabilized and travelled through would change everything for us. It would open up so many possibilities and maybe give us clues as to how to manipulate the gates that brought us here. I'm putting as much time into that project as I can, on top of the work with Tony at the shop and team duties. Plus Dani's starting the school up and I've been trying to design her a training facility. Who needs sleep? I've always managed without.

I guess the only other things are Marcus and Chiana. What can I say? I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm likely just getting myself into a mess again. I can feel it. I mean, there are other things. I'm sure Dick is annoyed with me. I just... I can feel that too. I think he looks at me too long sometimes when he doesn't realise it. Or maybe it's all in my head. I never know anymore. Which is why throwing myself into work is nice. Necessary almost. I'd rather go to bed exhausted each night than lie awake thinking about things.

My brain is a strange, strange place. Having dreams I remember is one thing, but having dreams that leave me feeling like a ball of pent-up sexual energy are another entirely.

( What kind of subconcious desire is this? )

I'm blushing as I type this up. Likely a clue that I should stop typing this now, and go do something useful. Like work on Dani's danger room program.

I can't sleep. No matter what I do, the dreams come. Only I can't call them dreams, they're more nightmares. All of the should have dones and the can't haves come back to haunt me.

I know you told me we can't regret and that our choices are our own. That we have to live up to our choices and own them. But some of them weren't my choice. I'm not the reason Illyana got the Legacy virus or Piotr died.

Yes, you told me it's our job to carry on. To live how they would have. But how can you Logan? How can you keep moving on when so many die?

I miss you. I miss when it all made sense.

Rachel,

It's been the craziest weekend, I don't even think that you'd believe it. Actually, you might, I know there's been some things you've seen that I can't even comprehend. All these people swapped sex. So strange, and luckily I wasn't one of them. I'm not sure how I could have handled being a guy.

Of course it meant extra patrolling and I'm exhausted now. Though, maybe not all the exhaustion came from that. Rache, I had a date with someone who'd flipped and... I don't know what happened, maybe it was that he reminded me of you. He's so comfortable with his body, a redhead, and just... I dunno Rache. It's not that I'm not attracted to him, i just think maybe it was more confusing a night than it needed to be.

I miss you, all the time. I wonder what you're doing out there. I wonder if you'll ever come here.

Love you
Kitty

Anyone up to spending the next few days helping me check space heaters? I have a bunch of old ones lying around and more that were scavenged at various points. It's only going to get colder the next couple months, and I've been trying to clean and check the ones I have and run them for a while to make sure they're safe, but demand is higher than the amount of time I have.

Call my on 555-KITY or come by the Mortimer Road Soup Kitchen.

Thanks!
GTG

It's been a big month. So big I haven't kept track of it. Old friends and new. Neighbors, alternate versions of people I once considered family. Alternate versions of people I once thought team and later foes if not enemies.

That I had sex with the latter, that just made things even more complicated. Man it was good. Just if I ever go home, there are things I'm never telling anyone about. Tony Stark is one of those.

Dani is here. Talk about someone I never expected to be friends with, let alone good friends. Not that she's like Molly, not yet, but she's more in another way. Family, beyond simply friends.

There are more neighbors now. The Storms, Johnny and Sue, a guy named Neal and another named Daniel. It's nice to have people around, even if the Storms aren't the ones I knew either.

Christmas, Hannukah, all the winter holidays flew by. It's getting harder here. Even with the supplies arriving food is getting scarcer. You can see it in the people in the street and the people in the hospitals. I see it every day at the soup kitchen. I don't know what to do about it. I don't know that I can do anything about it. I wish that I could. I'm trying. So many of us are.

I'm worried about people. I'm worried about Kyle, about Dick and just about everyone really. I wish I could do more. I wish I could fill in more holes. Too much going on. I wish that I had more time.

[Locked post to: sprite]

Yes, if you all jumped over Niagara Falls, I would too.

Using only SONG TITLES from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions...

Song artist: Bon Jovi
( questions and answers )

Happy now?

Now that the solar panel project is done and all we're doing is maintenance, I realised that I have a lot of well, junk, that other people might find helpful. I think I've been pretty lucky. The people who come to the soup kitchen like helping out, and because of that I have a pretty good collection of tools and bits up here.

A warning for those who think this is an invitation to break in? It's guarded, and well-guarded. Don't try it, or you will be sorry.

If there's anyone out there that wants to help me catalogue the stuff, that'd be great. If people need things - circuit boards to cell phone parts - I might have some. Let me know. I'm sure we can always work something out.

Contact me here, or give me a call on 547-KITY.

Out for now
Gothamtechgirl.

So folks, what have we learned from this whatever that's going on?

One, never save an email in your drafts folder. If you aren't going to send it, delete it. If it's old news and old business, get rid of it, or save it offline on your system. Better yet? If you have something to say to someone that you never want to actually send them? Write it down on paper.

Two, always be careful what you say. Whether a public blog or private, or something meant to be in confidence, you never know where it might end up. Think of all the politicians who've discovered years later that the flirtatious emails sent to the nanny or the secretary have been published in the Tattler. This is just another example of that.

Three, things aren't ever so bad. We all have secrets and we all get embarrassed by things. I know I get embarrassed by more than most. But take a moment before reacting. Try and think things through.

That's probably enough for today. After all, for all I know this won't even post right.