Marvin's Log

[DennyMala]

This topic should be a stick like the others.... hmmm....anyone can edit it?
Marvin?

[verbosity]

Originally posted by DennyMala
This topic should be a stick like the others.... hmmm....anyone can edit it?
Marvin?

sticky is up to vice, or Dan or possibly tiebiers/MM rather than the author . the first post of the thread can again only be edited by an admin, or the person who posted it..........

[Edited on 10-20-2009 by verbosity]

[Marvin]

I edited the first post.

[DennyMala]

As soon as I get back online I'll see what I can come up with.

Can you send me the file so I can work on it?

[Marvin]

Floating all alone in the Sierra War Zone, it dawned on me that my military rank had outpaced my civilian rank … which was a little embarrassing considering merchants are supposed to be peaceful, fun-loving civilians. So I set course for safer, friendlier waters … ending up back in Sapphire. Intending to complete some safe, friendly, civilian contracts.

Instead, I got a chat message from Cheops … he and SolarWing were making money hand over fist* in a place called Al’s Quay. Bragging about collecting a million credits at a pop, they sent me coordinates for a shortcut to their playground. I think they enticed me with a free round of beers … but I could just be making that part up. Anyway, docking at the station in Al’s Quay cost a small fortune so, at somebody’s suggestion, I bought a license.

Good thing, too. Because, after halfway through the first contract, I was requested to join everyone else on Teamspeak. But evidently these guys have never heard of radio discipline ‘cause, after connecting to their channel, the chatter came fast and furious … ergo, I could no longer hear my ship’s computer when she was trying to warn me about incoming missiles. So I just kept pressing the “C� key every now and then, depleting my supply of flares a lot faster than usual (at first, I’d been attacking capital ships, firing Excals and strafing … spewing out flares by the dozens as I approached gun range … until it was brought to my attention that none of the contracts actually required us to destroy capital ships). Forcing me to dock and re-arm after every contract. In turn, forcing me to purchase that station license before I went broke.

Eventually, the conversation on TS drifted from the task at hand to domestic issues. Wives, in particular. I made mention of how mine had come and gone (back to work) while I was busy puking out flares to keep from being blown to smithereens (capital ships kept appearing … usually popping in while your back was turned and within missile range). I couldn’t hear her over the radio chatter until she banged on the (already open) door. I let go of the joystick just long enough to wave “hello� (my other hand was busy frantically pounding on the “C� key).

When my wife got back home from work, she immediately started complaining about how I’d been so preoccupied with EL that somebody could’ve just walked into the house and stolen everything without me ever knowing it.

She then proceeded to cook me a “you’re lucky I’m fixing anything at all� omelet for dinner. Adding insult to injury,* she then said to only eat half ‘cause the other half was for breakfast. I had to supplement the meal with a plentiful dose of beer. No, make that wine. Beer sounds better but, if I don’t finish that bottle of wine really soon, it’ll go sour. So, if I’ve changed it to “beer� by the time I post this, then it’s a lie. It was wine.

Anyway, I should’ve told my wife to lock all the doors next time she went to work … I should’ve. But I didn’t think to say it until she’d already gone to bed.

* Yeah, yeah. I know … those are clichés. But who reads this stuff, anyway? (Stand by for edits, just in case.)

[DennyMala]

LOL!

I miss the playing field..... will be back soon.

[Marvin]

IM wishes everyone a Merry Christmas. Leastwise, a peaceful one. "Wind at your back" and all that ... stay safe. Oh ... and a fast Internet connection to all ... and to all, a good night.

[Maarschalk]

Your lucky Marvin that your wife does not make you sleep on the couch....or.....are you ? I mean sleeping on the couch........LOL....:P:P:P:P:P

[Maarschalk]

Originally posted by Maarschalk
Your lucky Marvin that your wife does not make you sleep on the couch....or.....are you ? I mean sleeping on the couch........LOL....:P:P:P:P:P

At least not during the Holidays I hope.....LOL....:P:P:P:P

[warsign]

Thanks Marvin, all of you too...

[Marvin]

Originally posted by Maarschalk

...are you ? I mean sleeping on the couch........LOL....

Not if I go to bed before she does.

[Maarschalk]

LOL......:P:P:P:P........!

[warsign]

LOL

For heating equipments?

[Marvin]

Aye. There's the rub.

[DennyMala]

LMAO!

Merry Christmas everyone from the other half of the IM. ;-)

[ShoHashi]

Whoa! I don't know how I missed this thread! Sound like a good clan, Marvin!

-Sho

[Marvin]

And I know every member personally.

[Maarschalk]

ROFL.....really stop it Marvin...my poor ribs can not take any more....Hahahahahahahahahahaha....:P:P:P:P

[DennyMala]

ROTFLMAO!!

You bet it Marv......

[Marvin]

Ran into a Hollywood back-lot version of the Borg today. I say “back-lot� because he (she or it) behaved more like a cardboard cutout than real Borg.



Perhaps the Borg managed to assimilate me on a previous occasion, when I wasn’t paying attention. Being programmed with a “people personality� gone horribly wrong, my assimilation would almost certainly result in an entire cube of thoroughly depressed Borg. Otherwise, I can think of no other good reason for conducting the kind of suicide missions we saw from the Borg today.

If they wanted to trade parts, all they had to do was ask. I’d have been more than willing to exchange a couple rusted, out-of-date extremities for something more sophisticated. But, oh-no, the cardboard Borg (cardborg?) had to go and fling FTs hither and yon like some giddy schoolgirl from Alpha’s twisted nightmares. Luckily, we had a Construct station nearby … ‘though the station manager insisted on using the same rusty parts when putting me back together.

I hope he (she or it) is happy.

[Maarschalk]

ROFL....Hahahahahaha...:P:P:P:P:P:P

[DennyMala]

As I posted in another topic....

Com'on and get to a head on fight.....we'll see how good you are 8of4.

[warsign]

So funny Marvin LOL

[Maarschalk]

Originally posted by DennyMala
As I posted in another topic....

Com'on and get to a head on fight.....we'll see how good you are 8of4.

LOL......Hahahahaha.....:P:P:P:P

[8of4]

Originally posted by Marvin
Ran into a Hollywood back-lot version of the Borg today. I say “back-lot� because he (she or it) behaved more like a cardboard cutout than real Borg.



Perhaps the Borg managed to assimilate me on a previous occasion, when I wasn’t paying attention. Being programmed with a “people personality� gone horribly wrong, my assimilation would almost certainly result in an entire cube of thoroughly depressed Borg. Otherwise, I can think of no other good reason for conducting the kind of suicide missions we saw from the Borg today.

If they wanted to trade parts, all they had to do was ask. I’d have been more than willing to exchange a couple rusted, out-of-date extremities for something more sophisticated. But, oh-no, the cardboard Borg (cardborg?) had to go and fling FTs hither and yon like some giddy schoolgirl from Alpha’s twisted nightmares. Luckily, we had a Construct station nearby … ‘though the station manager insisted on using the same rusty parts when putting me back together.

I hope he (she or it) is happy.

Now look here. This mickey taking has got to stop. We are the Borg and demand to be treated seriously. We are not a Back-Lot version or the CardBorg.

If this urine extraction continues then you will all be assimilated more than once – and that hurts let me tell you. I know - I’m 8 of 4.