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December 26, 2004

*cough cough*

Rob @ 3:26 AM

A stirring can be felt in the mid-Atlantic ocean. A particular spot on the ocean floor..

Where there was previously only a decaying hulk of a long-destroyed research station.

Vibrations. Subsonic, too low to hear, but easy to feel.

With a rumble that stirs up sediment for miles in all directions.. a single pod rises from the muck.

A few sputtering lights can be seen in the portholes, slowly turning on in an uneven sequence.



Pod-Six returns.

December 25, 2004

New Year's

Rob @ 3:51 PM

I'm thinking of doing the Times Square thing for New Year's.

I went once before, in 1994-95, and I dug it. Since it's now ten years later, maybe I can start a decennial tradition.

Anyone wanna go with? It's cheesy overcrowded touristy fun, and you don't even have to endure the terrible musical acts and that thinly disguised android Dick Clark that thinly disguised android Regis Philbin gibbering on about whatever.

Merry Christmas! (where applicable)

Rob @ 3:45 PM

My pal Ilya has just informed me of something to plan ahead for. Friday the 13th, indeed!

December 19, 2004

Tom Servo on Santa…

Rob @ 12:00 PM

Tom: It's quiet in the cold of our own little orbit, starless and bible black. And as I look down on the big blue bean we would call home I think it so near, yet... oh, I wish on that star and I hope that in a little snow-covered house with a warm hearth and a loving family, maybe some kid is looking up tonight and wishing upon us. Oh, and how I hope sweet Santa will fly by tonight, because if he does I'm gonna reach right out and hug that big guy. Oh, for the sound of hooves against the steel hull of the ship. Oh, to see the rosy face of Santa in the porthole, offering me a Coke and a smile...
(gradually becoming upset)
...of course, his cheeks WOULD be rosy because it's a VACUUM out there! I mean, Santa's HEART would explode!
(becoming hysterical)
But HE wouldn't feel it because the capillaries in his brain would pop like little firecrackers
(Joel tries to calm him down)
due to the blood boiling away in his face like pudding in a copper...OH THE HUMANITY!!
(Now both Joel and Crow are trying to calm him down.)
And his jolly old belly would start bubbling like a roasted marshmallow, eyes bulging and popping out... AND THE REINDEER--OH THE REINDEER!!!--keep floating like holiday floats and in turn exploding in a hail of blood and entrails! Prancer--BOOM! Dancer--BOOM!
Joel: HEY!
Crow: Tom!
Joel: Tom, take it easy! Santa's gonna be okay, buddy.
Tom: You sure?
Joel: Yeah, give him a little credit, okay?
Tom: Phew, what a relief!



Rob @ 11:11 AM

Does anyone know of a decent postnuke module to use for an episode guide? It's very needed.

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