JamesSavik

No car chases, plane crashes, parental death, alien abduction, being adopted by rich and powerful relatives you've never heard of, being eaten by vampires, getting between a flock of vampires and a van Helsing cult, finding alien artifacts, discovering your new car is an autobot, being sold into white slavery, being eaten by werewolves, finding out you have a twin from which you were seperated at birth who hates and wants to kill you for no apparent reason (and is evil of course), discovering something vary valuable and dangerous in your attic/basement, being mistaken for an assasin, being mistaken for a terrorist, being mistaken for a spy, having a reporter slip you an incriminating videotape before he is murdered for attempting to reveal an evil secret of the military industrial complex, being a patsy in an assasination, being targeted as an arch-criminal via idenity theift, being mistaken for the leader of an elite commando group, being mistaken for a politician, being a plliticians double, being a politicians who gets murdered double and being used as a puppet, being forced to do something horrible because your kid has been kidnapped, being kidnapped, being kidnapped and escaping, having a guy with a chain saw chasing you...

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"Come out to the coast, we'll have a few laughs..." -Bruce Willis Diehard "We're going to need a bigger boat." -Broady from Jaws "I love the smell of napalm in the morning!" Crazy Air Cav Captain from Apocalypse Now

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Heavy Metals Parliament Fleet Annex Epsilon Auriga April 10, 2681 Ellis Dutton, Chief of the Parliament Office of Galaxy Minerals, looked at the official Request for Proposal that his office had received earlier that day. If he could secure a fraction of the order, his five percent commission would make him rich beyond the dreams of avarice. He looked at the list and he looked at Captain Osborne of the Fleet Procurement Office and said,

Innovation System: Sol Saturn's moon Titan Barlow Heavy Industries April 10, 2681 As the Grayhound class executive transport jumped into the Titan system, Commander Rutledge felt a bit of regret. It wasn't often that he got to travel in such luxery. Grayhound series ships usually shuttled Admirals around to useless meetings but today it was taking his team to do something useful. Rutledge and his team of five naval archictects and engineers were members of the Fleet's Design Bureau. They were assigned to develop the Fleet's next generation of ships on an impossible schedule and Barlow Industries might have just the edge that they needed. The Grayhound's pilot activated the PA system in the passenger cabin and said, "We have arrived at Titan and will be landing momentarily. We are cleared directly to the Barlow Naval Yard. Eveyone please be seated and prepare for landing." Rutledge looked out his window at Titan but he couldn't see very much. Everyone else was looking at Saturn- the ringed gas giant that still intrigued humans after centuries of space travel. Titan's soupy atmosphere obscured all but the most basic details of the surface. The surface of Saturn's largest moon was a key industrial facility and Titan Station in orbit was the largest Fleet installation in Earth's solar system. The pilot skillfully landed on a waiting pad at Barlow Industries sprawling complex. An eight-wheeled utility crawler attached itself to the hook on the nose of the Grayhound and pulled her into a nearby hanger. Even through the hull they could hear the hiss as the hanger was pressurized and finally an ear rending pop and the ship equalized pressure with the hanger. Rutledge and his team debarked the ship into a clean, brightly lite hanger and were greeted by a delegation from Barlow Heavy Industries. A man wearing a lab coat approached Rutledge and extended his hand, "I'm Dan Barlow. Welcome to our facility. I hope you had a good trip." Rutledge took his hand and said, "We got to fly on a Grayhound. The trip was gravy. We're looking forward to seeing your work with ceramics and advanced composites." Barlow beamed. "Then lets get to work." He lead them to a subway car and when everyone had piled in he programmed the car to take them to the R&D center within the complex. Barlow began speaking as the car got underway. "Pratically every sub-system within star ships is modular these days. Engines come as pre-fabed modules. Power plants come as pre-fabed modules. So do computers, life support systems, weapons- the whole bit. With conventional ship construction, the only thing that is fabricated by hand is the hull." "We realized in our own yards that if we could pre-fabricate the hull in modules, we would cut construction time for ships of all sizes, lower our labor costs and dramatically reduce the time it takes to build ships of all classes. What our company has been working on for several years is the right mix of technologies to make this happen." The car came to a stop and Barlow said, follow me to the conference room and I'll show you what we've got." Rutledge and his team followed Barlow's men up a flight of stairs to another level. He brought them into a nicely appointed conference room where he got down to brass tacks about his new process. "To make this happen we had to get the right materials, machinery and the technology. First we looked at materials. We experimented with a number of metal alloys and they all had the same problems. Metal components require welds and that creates a structural weakness from the very start. Metals are heavy and they make bright sensor contacts. When we looked at ceramics and carbon composites and realized we had exactly what we needed." He passed around four samples. "These are the materials that we are plan to use. Two are ceramics and the other two are carbon composites. All four are harder than any metal but have very special properties. Before they are heated, they are more or less a goo and are easily worked by our machinery." "The second part of our process involves the casting of components.We have created a very special casting machine that is controlled by computer. We put the blueprints in, the computer programs the mold and then we put in one of our four materials and within five minutes we have a cast module that is perfect down to the millimeter and ready for installation." Jerry Nash, Rutledge's composites expert asked, "How do you eliminate the need for welds?" Barlow smiled and replied, "Nanotechnology. We put nanites into the material matrix in the casting machine. Once the cast is done, the nanites begin doing their work. They actually knit the material of the hull together in the strongest possible molecular configuration down to the atomic level. They even vary the density of the material to provide radiation protection for the crew that would take inches of highly dense metals like iron or lead. When we put the modules in place, we program the nanites to knit the hull modules together without welds. Its like one very strong whole without seems or welds. The nanites remain in place for the life of the vessel and can perform modifications to the hull or repair damage." Barlow said, "For military applications I think you'll like the carbon mix. It has the same blackbody curve as carbon and would be hard as hell to pick up on sensors- very stealthy. Enough sales talk. A prototype is worth a thousand words. Let's have a look at a ship built with the carbon composite I like for your ships." Again the delegation followed Barlow to hanger where a crew was finishing up work on a sporty looking black scout. Barlow said, "This is my prototype for the Scout-62 contract. We cast its hull this morning, installed the systems and it's ready to fly this afternoon. My cost per unit is less than any conventional shipyard in the Alliance and I can build thousands of them." Rutledge ran his hand over the smooth hard surface of the scout. He looked at Barlow and he looked at his team and said, "Mr. Barlow. I think we can do business. We need to talk to our superiors but we want to leave you some our designs for your consideration..."

Aspirin and no greasy foods for a few days and that mean ole hangover will history.

You might be surprised how many shows that we consider staples of American TV are products of Canada. Here is a short list: Da vinchi's Inquest 21 Jump Street Andromeda Battlestar Galactica the Commish the Crow: Stairway to Heaven Danger Bay (Vancouver) Dark Angel Dead Zone First Wave Harsh Realm Higher Ground Highlander House M.D (Pilot) Jeremiah John Doe Lone Gunmen Lonesome Dove: The Outlaw Years Lonesome Dove: The Series MacGyver Millennium Outer Limits Sliders Smallville Stargate SG-1 Stargate Atlantis Transformers Twilight Zone UC: Undercover Viper Wolf Lake X-Files Canadian production companies and facilities are willing to take on more challenging and riskier projects than shitty American studios/production companies based in Hollywretch. If you look at the list you'll see that American production companies are making CSI, Law & Oder and a buttload of worthless shit-coms. Canadian companies made Battlestar Galactica. Nuff said. Hollywood is heading towards where the rest of American business has been for years: producing an inferior product at an inflated price. I would be tickled pink to see Hollywood fall on its guilded prima donna arse. Keep it up Canada and you can have all of our Hollywood people. You just have to promise to keep them.

In that case they are out of line but that's Microsquat for you: they are all about gay rights until its in their own back yard. Just say no to the dark side or forever it will be in your pocket. hehehehehe

The media is looking for a freak-fest; anything to sensationalize. They will look for the one freakiest guy there and take hours of footage of him. They've done it over and over. CBS still has stock footage of a gay pride march where Sister Boom-Boom and the sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were doing their thing and I don't think they've been around for years now.

there's always a way around stupid rules. Why not sign in as Rainbow Warrior FudgePacker CaptianTwink PappaBear SargentDicipline DieselChick

French-Canadian men are so hot, they must be kept in Canada to prevent global warming.

A lot of this depends on where you live. You see more aggressive behavior in places like the bible belt. In my case its like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I've had enough of it and repay it in broken bones. To me the threat isn't from a skin head in an alley. I'll f**k him up so bad his mother won't know him. The real problem is that "skinhead" or religious nut in authority- the one that's a cop, or an employer or a judge.

>26 percent of men get ready for a date by doing the following: Smelling their clothes and making sure that nothing stinks. A reasonable precaution. It just wouldn't do to show up all funky.

The Galaxy Today- Your Source for Alliance News You Can Use Perry Grant, Political Desk April 8, 2681 Alliance Senate Takes Up a Massive Series of Bills Conservatives optimistic, Labor Jubulent, Greens Furious and commentators bewildered After a series of mysterious closed committe meetings earlier this week, the Alliance Senate has taken up an unprecidented series of bills. Lead by an unlikely coalition of Senate Conservatives and Labor, a bi-partisan working group has began drafting one of the most far reaching and progressive programs in Alliance history. Tenatively named the Alliance Modernization and Expansion Act, the bill addresses a number of issues that have long been discussed but have never made it out of committe. The Alliance Modernization and Expansion Act (AME) consists of ten distinct parts Alliance backed low-interest loan program for industrial expansion Transit Improvements Including a network of new jumpgates from the core systems to the frontiers New R&D partnerships between the Alliance and Corporations A modernization and expansion of the Fleet & Marine Corps An Expansion of the Merchant Fleet via Low Interest Loans and tax incentives for new construction Reform of Commerce Laws Inhibiting Development On the Frontier Expansion of the Ministry of Science & Technology Designation of duty-free zones to encourage rapid development in economically distressed sectors Alliance matching funds for local defense construction The sale of rights to key planets for colonization or commercial use to pay for the costs of these new measures At a cost of some 450 Trillion standard credits, AME is the most expensive single bill ever considered by the Alliance senate. It is also widely considered one of the most timely and progressive bills ever considered by that body. It seems to offer something for everyone with enthuastic support from politicians both the core systems and the frontier and all of the various parties and factions within the senate. Even the fiscal conservatives are pleased with the bill as it includes a self funding mechanism up front and will pay for itself in economic growth within a decade. The speed, size and far-reaching scope of AME has many insiders at Parliament stunned. Even powerful lobbists like Jason Devries were caught completely off guard. Devries said, "I had been working, no pleading, for the new jump gate construction and repeal of those awful ICC (Interstellar Commerce and Customs) regulations for twenty years and suddenly overnight it looks like it is happening. I've never seen the Senate display this kind of vision and dare I say even courage in passing a series of bills that will solve todays problems and profoundly affect the future of the Alliance." Senator Chou yung-Li (New Canton, Conservative) said, "We are espically proud of this bill. It funds itself and does no leave a huge debt burden on future generations while it gives the Alliance the tools with which it can grow and expand." Not everyone is pleased with AME. Senator Todd Faulks (Sirius, Green) senior member of the Greens party said, "We're making a big mistake selling off those reserved planets. Those are pristine and fragile ecosystems that still have a lot to learn about. By opening them to commerce and colonization, they will be changed forever." AME is expected to pass the senate either late this week or early next week and will then be taken up by the Executive Committee. Any serious objections to the bill by the Executive Committee will be taken up in Conference. Pending its ratification by the Executive Committee, it could be law by the end of the month. Economic Analyst like what they've heard so far. Galactic Markets are up 255 points and the D&K index is up a record breaking 22%. Markets appear to be in a broad based rally with blue chip industrials, technology, transport and agro stocks leading the charge.

sounds like a story to me technical difficulties: the story of a young man, his computer/home network and the studly repairman

While I agree, my senior english teacher would have beaten you to death with a ruler. When I say not every conversation is Shakespeare, I mean it is not in the queen's english, in iambic pentameter or considered to be a masterpiece by many.

I turned 18 about the same time I first heard of GRID and gay cancer. As a person who was interested in and studying the sciences, I followed the story very carefully. I knew that by the way people were f-ing around, if it was a contagious virus, we were in big trouble. The scientests didn't know what it was. We heard all sorts of stories like it was caused by poppers, the interaction of syphylus and herpes, drugs or even just the plain old wrath of God and the end of the world was at hand. It looked like a virus but it took them years to isolate it. Here in Mississippi many gay people more or less ignored it until it was too late. It was a long way to San Fransisco to New York. I believed that if we didn't change the way things were we were in for a lot of trouble. In fact, when I asked my long term boyfriend to be monomogous, it broke us up. When I told people I only do safe sex they looked at me like I was crazy. Then it hit like an atomic bomb in the late eighties. You would quit seeing someone around and then they would pop up in the obituary page in a month or two. Was it that many? Gay people usually hit the border running when they turn 18 in Mississippi. The community that stays behind generally knows a good many others. Maybe its because I knew so many it seems like it was so damn many. Every year it got a little worse. The worst year: 1996. People that had been hanging on on the old drugs were running out of time. The drug cocktails were still in trials. I lost my best friend, love of my life and several other friends. It was a real shitty year. Thinking about it- late at night when I'm wondering how I won the lottery and am still alive, was what I wrote the following. ___________________________________________ 1996 I have seen the fire Destroying everything in it path In its blazing wrath I have seen the fire Bringing terror as its might As it consumes the night I have seen the fire Slaying friends and lovers Strangers and brothers I have seen the fire. Out of control consumning souls Hell on earth a mass funeral pyre I have been burned by the fire With scars that don't show The loss it still burns and stings Friends and lovers I can not replace I am haunted by their familiar faces ashes and memories that I hold dear Are all thats left of those times and places I have seen the fire and the funeral pyre When I saw the lights go out on my generation And horror and confusion gripped the nation Consumed in a viral conflagration I look to my right and look to my left at the lonely, empty spaces I walk where we walked and talk where we talked in the lonely empty places and wonder to my self why am I still here the smoke it still stings my eyes Someone must be left to remember The year that innocence died.

Politics Closed Session of the Alliance Senate Armed Services Committee Galactic Alliance Parliament 0830 April 5, 2681 The thirty-two Senators of the Alliance Senate Armed Services Committee gathered in the chamber. Some looked bored, a few looked anxious but most were blank and unreadable. As soon as all the Senators were seated the chairman, Senator Franco Ortega of the New Columbia colony, pounded his gavel and called the meeting to order. "On this date, April 5, 2681 at 0830 Galactic Standard Time I call this Emergency Meeting of the Allianace Armed Forces Committee to order. Gentlemen, this is a closed meeting. We will be discussing matters of the highest level of classification. I remind you that the Official Secrets Act applies and parlimentry privilage does not. Any leaks will be rigorously investigated by Internal Affairs. Everything discussed here is to be consider code-word classified and may not be discussed with anyone without the proper credentials." "I ask the members to recognize the attendence of Director Markus Jarroe of Alliance Intelligence, the Honerable Olga Sjursen of the Executive Committee and Commander Kyle Dylan of Naval Intelligence. Admiral Chris Jamison will appear via sub space link from Ironman Station. I thank them and you for appearing for this meeting on such short notice." A video screen was lowered against the wall behind the speakers podium with the image of Admiral Jamison. "This meeting was called at the request of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Alliance Intelligence Agency and the Executive Directorate. At this point I will turn things over to Director Markus Jarroe." Jarroe raised his right hand and was sworn in by the Sargent at Arms, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth to this committee?" Jarroe answered, "I do." The Sargent at Arms said, "Please state your name and position for the record and proceed." "I am Director Markus Jarroe of Alliance Intelligence Agency. I am here to give you background and reveal several of the Alliances closest held secrets." "I have no doubt that you've all heard of ancient artifact discovered on the Cygnus Arm called Ironman. I'm about to tell you what we know that we have not released to the public. "In 2602 on a scouting mission in the galactic halo we encountered an intelligent alien race that we have designated the Andromedans." Almost instantly there was an outburst from the members and the Chairman pounded his gavel and called the meeting to order. "We were able to communicate with the Andromedans and found them to be friendly and very much like ourselves. They told us that they were the remnants of a civilization that once ruled the Andromeda galaxy pretty much like we control the Milky Way. While exploring their galaxy, they found an artifact described almost exactly the same as Ironman. They studied it and watched it just like we have with Ironman but for hundreds of years it was inert. One day it gathered fuel from a gas giant which it was orbiting and began transmitting a subspace beacon signal." "It continued to do so for almost a year and a half. Then it powered up again when the moons were in a rare alignment the artifact opened a gigantic wormhole. Several hours later an invasion fleet invaders poured through wormhole and destroyed everything in their path. The remnants of the Andromeda civilization moved to a small satellite galaxy of the Milky Way where they have been in hiding ever since." "The Andromedans asked us to keep their existence a secret which is why we have not made the first contact public." "So, we are confronted with two inescapable facts. First: we know that there are other intelligent, space going races in the universe and one of them is extremely hostile. Second, we may be faced with the immenent prospect of invasion and the clock is ticking." This time there was no outburst. Politicians, people whose profession was to talk, didn't know what to say. Chairman Ortega said, "Thank you for your testimony Director Jarroe. The Chair recognizes Admiral Christopher Jamison of the Combined Fleet of the Galactic Alliance. Can you hear me OK Admiral Jamison?" Admiral Jamison answered, "Yes sir Senator Ortega." "Consider yourself sworn. You may proceed." "I am Admiral Jamison and I've been assigned to the Ironman project for the last four years. When I first heard the truth of it, it scared the hell out of me but the Fleet has been preparing for this quietly for decades. We have significant forces in system and heavy reinforcements within a few days jump. I would like to tell you that we could stop the enemy cold but we just don't know." "Realistically what we expect to happen is that our forces at the jump gate will be overwhelmed. That is where war plan Siberia comes into play." "We may be faced with a situation where we will have to trade space for time. We have created a series of strong points at strategic positions around the Ironman system. To slow the enemy down while the Alliance can mobilize for war." "Do we have any questions?" Hands went up around the table. Ortega said, "The chair recognizes Senator Halbert of Pacifica." "The Senator said, "I address my question to Admiral Jamison. My homeworld Pacifica is less than fifty light years away from the Ironhand system and we have over a billion people. Should we be thinking about evacuation?" Jamison replied, "That's a political question that I just can't answer. That's why we're talking to you today." Hands raised again. Ortaga said, "The chair recognizes Senator Keller of New Caldonia." Senator Keller said, "I want to address my question to Director Jarroe. How real is this threat. We're talking about a race that is eons old. Maybe they died out. Maybe they've settled in Andromeda." Director Jarroe replied, "We have high confidence that the threat is very real. We have found other artifacts within the galaxy that we know were left by the race we call the Galaxians. According to the Andromedans, they move around the local group of galaxies and destroy civilizations that could challenge them and take what they want. They had scouts in our own galaxy as late as a few hundred years ago. In fact we are sure that they abducted humans from Earth." Ortega said, "The chair recognizes Senator Renault of Rigel." Renault said, "I want to address my question to Admiral Jamison. What can we do to help." Admiral Jamison said, "Thanks for the question. It's the most impotrtant one that we can ask at this point." "We need to go to full mobilization. We need ships, fighters and ordinance. We need speed the development of new weapons and a new generation of ships. We need trained crews, officers and pilots. We need funding and a lot of it. We need to prepare. Not just the fleet but our people too. We may be in for a long, ugly war with an enemy that is thousands of years ahead of us in technology. We need everything and we've only got a year and a half to get ready."

Ironman Stirs In 2660 Dr. Dylan Yarlburo published a 15,000 page volume with the ponderous title Ironman: A Survey of 100 Years of Study. It was met in the academic world with deafening silence. Ironman had become junk science. Its study had occupied many careers and had banished many promising scientests to obscurity. Ironman simply defied the best minds in in the Galactic Aliiance. Even after 100 years of constant surveillance with the best technology the dark hulk was as big a mystery as ever. The consensus of scientific opinion was that Ironman was a very powerful alien device constructed for an unknown purpose. An artifact of an ancient race whose purpose and motives humanity could only guess about. By 2677 the Alliance senate questioned the need to continue funding ongoing scientific and military surveillance of the object. The military was able to stave off cuts because of their considerable investment in support installations in the system. The study of Ironman had become the academic graveyard. Only underacheiving grad students or scientests trying to resurrect flagging careers could be recruiting to man the research station that monitered the hulk. On April 3, 2681 a graduate student named Carl Grant was dozing while sitting at the main console of the research station located on the moon simply known as 11-C. The instruments came to life starting him. Ironman's power generation went up 11,000%. On the surface of Ironman a huge ice flat vaporized in an instant and a tight blue beam reached out to the gas giant below. Over the next few hours Grant watched as Ironman greedily devoured several hundred billion liters of liquid hydrogen from the gas giant below. Three hours and twenty-two minutes later, the beam ceased almost as suddenly as it began. A thick cloud of foggy gas covered Ironman making it look even more mysterious than ever. Nervous calls went out. The fleet base went on alert and all available ships slipped their moorings and took up position several million kilometers from Ironman. Someone on Admiral Jamison's staff orddered a news blackout after the research station had already begun transmitting data to the various institutes in the Alliance that still had research interests in Ironman. Despite the communications blackout, the news of Ironman's awakening spread like wildfire. The military's blackout fueled rampant speculation by conspiracy theorists across the Alliance. Rumors began to spread about military leaves being cancled and ships unexpectedly moving out. Galactic News reported that the Alliance Fleet had been mobilized for wargames. After Ironman fed on the gas giant, it began to do things that no one had seen it do over the century that it had been under close observation. Whole regions of ice vaporized. New features began to appear on its surface. Rows of blue, green, red and white lights appeared. After spiking during those first four hours, the objects power output came down but stabilized at a much higher level than had ever been observed. Ironman began to emit a powerful regular pulse in the subspace communications bands. Special teams of first-contact specialists tried desperatly to communicate with Ironman. They sent prime numbers. They sent mathematical symbols. They sent everything they could think of. Ironman may have been talking but he wasn't talking to anyone human. Alliance Fleet Intelligence identified the signal. It was a beacon.

Not every conversation is Shakespeare- especially when the parties are two nervous adolescents with a lot of hormones and questions on their minds. Does he like me? Does he like me like that? Will he out me? Will he destroy my social life and make everyone hate me? Will we make love or will he punch me?[/i] Hell they are lucky they don't scream and run away to hide in the woods. They aren't going to be perfect with their grammar or diction. They'll use the wrong words. They'll laugh inappropriately. They won't know what to say. They'll say and do things that are just plain dumb. They will be awkward. They'll make mistakes. They'll put their foot, boot and all up to the knee, in their mouth. They will crash and burn tragically. Or not. That is the beauty of the game because we all play it, know the stakes and on some level- we have too.

I was just thinking- the last two generations: 60-79, 80-2000 were the first two generations with extremely high divorce rates. At least half of all people now come from a divorced family. This has GOT to be a big influence on how realtionships function- or dysfunction. If you learn growing up that relationships are temporary and that people are disposable, the answer to this riddle is obvious.

I think that many relationships fail because of unrealistic expectations. Women are taught that Prince Charming or Mr. Right is out there waiting for them. Str8 men are looking for a hard drinking oversexed supermodel with no self respect. Gay men are looking for Peter Perfect. Anything less, they are just passing the time with and will discard when Mr/Miss. Right comes along.

OK great! Here are some new ones: You call that art? There's better pieces in my litter box. The sign outside Golden Years Retirement Home. Chuckels the clown motivates the bull known as Widowmaker. Oh boy, oh boy-- I can masterbate!