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I’ve added this fine blog to the Realm&#153 blogroll, thanks to a tip from a Malkin poster on something completely unrelated.

The Force is strong with this one.

Five stars.&#160 Joe Bob says check ‘er out.&#160

Denizens, some Much Needed Research&#153 has revealed that in the past, I have combined the Year In Review and the resolutions.

Therefore, the Resolutions will be delayed another couple of days.&#160 But it’s coming, promise.

The PFW benediction will be on Saturday, and the resolutions will come on Sunday.

The Year in Review will be sometime next week, probably Saturday.

ThatIsAll™.

Denizens, there will be a slight delay in posting the Resolutions&#153 for 2009, as well as the Year in Review.

(Translation:&#160 I don’t feel much like writing right now.&#160 Bleh.)

Hang tight.

Those of you who have not yet registered to comment here will need to use another email address besides Gmail.

Because of spambots that are trying to invade ThisFineBlog&#153, I’ve had to blacklist that domain.

Sorry.&#160 Hopefullly, at some point, I can turn Gmail back on.

ThatIsAll&#153.

Sorry, Denizens.&#160 Don’t feel much like posting RightAboutNow&#153 – blood sugar is slightly elevated (in the same way that Kilimanjaro is a small hill), and it’s leaving me pretty exhausted in the evenings.&#160 On top of that, it appears I’ve come down with a cold.

Oog.

Anyway, I’ll have your Bowl Edition PFW here sometime today.&#160 I think.

Denizens, I have three major posts to work on – well, two majors and a minor, anyway (grin) – so between now and Thursday, there’ll probably be a lot of Grab-Bag&#153 stuff.

It’ll still be good, don’t get me wrong – but you’ll probably have seen it before.

(General, if you have anything original, now’d be a good time.)

ThatIsAll&#153.

Denizens, the PFW recap (for those of you on the edge of yer seats in rapt anticipation ) will be either late tonight or tomorrow.&#160 Just not enough time at the moment.

ThatIsAll&#153.

Never let it be said that I’m not a benevolent King & Tyrant&#153.&#160 (Besides, I’m a lot more beneficent when it helps me out, too. (grin))

The login link, formerly buried near the bottom of the main page, has been moved to a more accessible location, per popular request.

Y’all er welcome-like.&#160

The Mothergoose from Denton&#153 had a computer go toes-up on her the other day, so that’s where I’ve been most of the afternoon.

However, that hasn’t kept me from making a couple of cosmetic changes to the blog.&#160 Once I got up here, I noticed that the basic purple/teal (light cyan)/black scheme had more shades of purple and teal (light cyan) than I cared for.&#160 Ew.

Think I’ve got it pretty much synchronized now.&#160 Feel free to take a look and provide feedback.

(Not that I’m going to care much about it, you understand.&#160 )

Denizens, recall yesterday I mentioned that I was wanting multiple authors for the Realm&#153?&#160 Well, that begins effective immediately.

Let me introduce you to Supreme General Rayegun, chief military officer out in the Southern Command of the Realm&#153, also known as Area 5Xp.&#160 The General will be imparting wisdom, knowledge and after-action reports to those of us here in the Realm&#153 – soon as he…unnngh…

[Spats carries a big, bulky, robot-llke canister over to the torpedo launcher, dumps it on the conveyor belt, and watches as it glides into the bay.&#160 He then shuts the door, secures it, walks over to an adjoining console and mashes one fist on a button, resulting in a slight jerking motion aboard Pegasus.

External view, we see the object launch from the forward torpedo tube, and sail about 10,000 kilometers before what look like jets thereupon fire and send the object on a heading of 180 mark 261.]

…soon as he takes back that reconnaissance droid he left here at the beginning of all this.&#160

Training camp for the C’boys has begun, if only unofficially.

Therefore, sometime next week we’ll blow the dust off that phenomonon known around these parts as The Perfect Football Weekend&#153

Be ready, tell your friends, etc.&#160 ThatIsAll&#153.

Denizens, for the time being I’ve had to dump all addresses from the Gmail domain.&#160 Effin’ spammers…

Ergo, if you’re commenting, do a different addy.

ThatIsAll&#153.&#160 Thanks.

Denizens, tonight’s eulogy for the great Charlton Heston will be pushed back a night, due to my being a @(%*@^@()82ing on-call tech who wishes he could’ve stuck the pacifier in the other end of some of his crybaby clients.

But don’t mind me.&#160 Right now I’m in as foul of a mood as I’ve been in a while.&#160 The Shelliak are not&#160 going to enjoy the upcoming negotiations…

[Scene:&#160 the engineering section of Pegasus, where main power is still offline, thanks to Ozymandias McCool‘s refusal to heed Merlin‘s warning about not trying to optimize the computer core while the computer was still in operation.&#160 Captain Korrioth has joined Merlin at the computer station which exploded in Ozy’s face, and is attempting to assist Merlin in bringing the panel back online.&#160 Off to the side, a medic tends to Ozy, who has stirred and is now beginning to come around, though it appears he’s suffered a concussion.

As we look in, the computer panel is not cooperating with either Korrioth or Merlin.]

MERLIN:&#160 Check the T37 junction circuit.

KORRIOTH (tricorder in hand):&#160 Confirmed…no, wait.&#160 Looks like a microfracture in the optical filament.&#160 See if you can bypass.

MERLIN:&#160 (toggles three switches, then hits a button) Okay, try that.

KORRIOTH:&#160 Better.&#160 I think we may be ready to re-engage systems.&#160 Give it a shot.

[Merlin rises and goes over to the dilithium chamber, flips a couple of switches, then hits the big switch on the breaker box.&#160 The ship lurches for about half a second, but otherwise remains dark.]

MERLIN:&#160 Damn!&#160 Dammit!!!

KORRIOTH:&#160 (several Klingon curses which can’t really be repeated in mixed company)

MERLIN:&#160 That was supposed to at least restore main power!&#160 What the fuck is wrong with this ship?

[The slightly-ajar Engineering doors part even further, and in walks His Rudeness, who doesn’t look terribly happy.

LSIK&T:&#160 Report!

KORRIOTH:&#160 Main power still down, Admrial.&#160 We believe we’ve successfully bypassed the blown junctions in the computer, but the ship still refuses to respond.

LSIK&T:&#160 Awright, which panel was it that blew up on you, Merlin?

MERLIN:&#160 (gulp) Right this way, m’Lord.

[Merlin guides Spats over to the spot where Ozy had been sitting.&#160 The admiral begins to examine the panel.]

LSIK&T:&#160 Hmmmmm.&#160 Burned out T37 junction…scorch marks around the M5 toggle…what are these three switches doing toggled on…?

[A look of realization has crossed Lord Spatula’s visage – he’s seen this before.&#160 He straightens, glances over at a still-groggy Ozy, then turns and faces Merlin with a very&#160 angry, accusatory glare.]

LSIK&T:&#160 I thought I gave you a direct order never to optimize this motherfucker while the ship was in motion?!

MERLIN (cringing visibly):&#160 Your Eminence, I tried&#160 to warn him, I…

[His Rudeness waves his hand towards Merlin.&#160 Merlin goes flying backwards, his head hitting the same bulkhead that KO’d Ozy, and falls to the deck, motionless.

LSIK&T (growling):&#160 I don’t want to hear it.&#160 Mr. Korrioth, how far have repairs proceeded?

KORRIOTH:&#160 As Mr. Merlin told you, sir, we’ve bypassed all the circuits we believe were damaged, but the ship does not respond.&#160 We were beginning another diagnostic when you walked in.

LSIK&T:&#160 (smirking) Do you begin all your diagnostics with colorful Klingon invective, Kor?

KORRIOTH:&#160 (grin)

[Spats turns back to the blown panel, flips three switches, hits a button to the side, waits three seconds, then slams his fist into the bulkhead above the blown panel.&#160 Immediately the lights come back up and the ship’s engines resume their normal hum.&#160 Korrioth stares at His Rudeness in disbelief.]

LSIK&T:&#160 Do a Level 2 diagnostic on the propulsion and tactical systesm and advise me as soon as you’re done so we can get back underway.

KORRIOTH:&#160 Aye, sir.

LSIK&T:&#160 And have Kevorkian over there haul McCool’s & Merlin’s shit-for-brains carcasses to sickbay.&#160 And then once McCool’s back on his feet, he’s to spend 30 minutes in the Agony Booth&#153 having it drilled into his head that you don’t fuck with the computer core while the ship’s in flight.

KORRIOTH:&#160 Admiral, we don’t have&#160 an Agony Booth&#153.

LSIK&T:&#160 Then build&#160 one, you bumpy-headed dumbass!&#160 I’m sick & tired of my ship getting disabled because my engineers have all the sense of the fuckwits I have Rayegun rule over out in the Outer Rim&#153, you hear?&#160 Where the fuck did McCool come&#160 from, anyway???

KORRIOTH:&#160 Uh…he was a conscript from the Outer Rim&#153, sir.

LSIK&T:&#160 See?&#160 My point.&#160 Now get your ass in gear, bumpy!~

[Korrioth winces, then turns and leaves Engineering to do His Rudeness’ bidding.]

Okay, Denizens, the Big Box&#153 is back up and running, so it’s back to downloading naked jpegs pirating ’80s rock anthems reading the news and commenting thereupon.

Thatisall&#153.&#160 Carry on.&#160