Tuesday, July 9, 2002

Another Brick In The Wall Part 1

Original Title: History Of The Spork Pt. 1

Raptors
The All-Inclusive If Not Wholly Inaccurate History Of The Spork
As Written By Reno L. Gateman
The history of the Spork is as follows:
The first known spork was actually carved from the claw of the mighty hawk - like Sporkafalcon. Shortly after the great catastrophe known as the Shoe Event Horizon, which struck the planet known as Frogstar World B, a terrible device known as the Total Perspective Vortex was placed there. The Vortex shows it's victim exactly how significant he or she is in the universe, effectively destroying his or her mind. With that in mind, it was declared that the only people who would walk on the surface of the planet were the intended victims of the Vortex.
As a result, those native to the planet with the right genetic defect effectively evolved into humano-bird creatures, the Sporkafalcon being the most intelligent and advanced, it was naturally the most sought-after prey of the lesser species. It was, however, extremely rare and therefore totally unheard of for one to be captured.
Then one day, a young man was walking to the Vortex, being led by the disembodied voice who has the job of leading victims to their doom, when he caught sight of one. The mighty Sporkafalcon found that it was intrigued by this particular man for some totally unfathomable reason, and therefore decided to investigate further.
As the young man walked, he learned about the terrible stupid catastrophe of the planet from the voice. He then proceeded to introduce himself. The voice was shocked to learn that he was talking to Mr. Forkifeller McSpooniker, the programming genius behind the Galactically famous Minisculessiticon Accounting Program. It so turned out that the government his native planet, Ginantonnix, was indeed stupid enough to purchase it for use in their Planetary Revenue Offices, despite all of it's limitations. The biggest being the required Operating System. It would ONLY run on Windows 95, an operating system that is found nowhere in the galaxy, with one exception. That exception is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet orbiting a small unregarded yellow sun off in the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral Arm of the Galaxy called Earth. To be perfectly honest, no one wants to go there for the sole purpose of buying a computer program, so the government decided the only sane course of action was to throw him into the Vortex.
By the time he was through telling his sad, sad tale, they reached the building that housed the Vortex. History records that he paused briefly, took a deep breath, made a holy gesture to the entity he believes in, closed his eyes, and stepped into the chamber. The voice and the Sporkafalcon both cringed in anticipation of the blood-curdling scream. It never came.
After the timer dinged, he did not flop out face first like every other victim. Forkifeller actually stepped out. The first words out of his mouth were "Wirloo! That was awesome!" The voice and the bird were too stunned to react. The bird got his bearings back first and decided to savagely attack young Forkifeller.
He promptly threw a shoe at the bird and ran. Eventually he stumbled across a building in which to hide. He also found a Kill-Em-Good gun just lying there in the dust. When the bird came it discovered the hard way it was no longer a match for Forkifeller. Turned out the best it could do was be killed pretty good and then turned into lunch.
The talon of a Sporkafalcon is a unique and beautiful site to behold. It is totally immobile from the knee down. Those who have actually seen one consider its metallic silvery color beauty in itself. The palm is most like a shallow ovalish bowl, and instead of claws, it has 4 stubby finger-like appendages that are about one eighth of the length of the whole palm which are in the center of the whole mess. How it developed such talons or even what use they actually have baffles the greatest scientific minds in the universe. Current theory, however, is that they remove any temptation to walk or stand on the planet's surface.

Another Brick In The Wall Part 3

Original Title: History Of The Spork Pt. 3

Ford 2
The man was laughing so hard that he neary collapsed. Those that were in the Shuttlebug with him looked at him with interest. It seemed that the man who had appeared out of nowhere on the bug was also feather plucking insane, but they did not know what he knew. They also did not know about Molecular Relocation devices.
Forkifeller was well aware of the lynch mob forming at the landing pad. He was lucky to have found the Crylilyigian passenger ship just floating in interplanetary space. Computer Navigation, one Molecular Relocation Device, and audio/visual recording equipment are all standard equipment on the passenger vessels. It was, therefore, a simple matter to set the ship on computer navigation, record all of the messages he would need to land, and jump ship. It seems to have happened in just that way too.
Five minutes after the ship landed, there was a recorded instrumental bit, a pre-arranged spotlight cycle began to run, a majestic walkway extended itself, the hatchway opened, and a red carpet unfurled along the walkway. No one took the liberty of appearing though. A full 47.2 seconds went by where everyone in the mob stood there not knowing what to do. Then they stormed the ship.
Once the mob entered the cockpit, the ship was racked with several internal explosions that devastated the ship. Working their way from the hatchway, the explosions eventually made it to the cockpit. Before the end came, however a recorded message from Forkifeller played out, wishing them all good luck, and a better time of it in the next life. The mob was puzzled, until one final massive explosion destroyed the entire ship and everyone in it.
Five minutes after that, Mr. McSpooniker disembarked from the Shuttlebug a few blocks from the government patent office. History shows that after conducting a bit of business there, he went to the office complex of the most famous holovision chef on the planet. Chef Platine, it turns out, was more than willing to endorse the "Spork" as the coolest invention since ice cubes.
Finally, after years of failure and dejection, Forkifeller McSpooniker was a household name. The success of the Spork was just totally unprecedented. After Chef Platine began endorsing the Spork, everyone wanted not one, not two, but entire sets of them! It was insane! Forkifeller himself made billions in the first month.
The Infinite Improbability Drive is a wonderful new method of crossing vast interstellar distances in a mere nothingth of a second, without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. You merely tell the computer what you want to happen, it then calculates the probability of it happening, and then the drive basically tells space and time to get bent. Which, one might add, it does nicely. Granted there is the added element of unpredictability, such as a planet randomly turning into a giant bananna cream pie or a flock of geese (who then proceed to axphyxiate almost immediatly).

Sunday, June 23, 2002

It's Gettin' Hot In Here

Original Title: Scared!

Led Zeppelin Avacado
"Its gettin hot in here (so hot)
So take off all your clothes"
-Nelly (sp?)
I am not sure if I want someone to explain this one to me. I heard it on the radio at work one night, and needless to say, it frightened me!
Am I the only one who finds this sort of thing disturbing?
Now I am planning to recieve this massive amount of hatemail for voicing my opinion of this "song" (can one even call it that??), so feel free to bury me in hatemail if you really want to at IAmAllOmniscient@hotmail.com
Just wait and see what happens!

A Day That Leads Us Into Might

Origial Title: Star Wars Quiz Results

Friday, June 21, 2002

Down On The Corner

Original Title: Again, Bah!

Ford 2
Coherence and Gale are not the best of friends right now. Therefore I have only one thing to say BAH!
Goodnight all

Thursday, June 20, 2002

Where Oh Werewolf?

Original Title: I Am...

Monday, June 17, 2002

Work Sucks

Cat 2
It has been a long long weekend. Working all day Sunday, then again that night. All day Monday, then sleeping the afternoon away. Being tired sucks. As does work. That's all there is to it. If you can avoid getting a job and working the rest of your life let me know how you did it so I can as well, or at least send me a weekly check! Ah well, Back to bed.

Saturday, June 15, 2002

You Raise The Blade, You Make The Change, You Rearrange Me 'Till I'm Sane

Original Title: Java Test

Cat
I realize that there are probably a lot of people who hate this quote thing, but I am curious as to weather or not I can throw some Java Scipt crap onto one of these pages, so here we go, there should be a different random quote above each time someone loads this page.
Thanks
Gale

Friday, June 14, 2002

Time Marches On

Origial Title: Bah!

Spike
bah!here goes
i started this thing because i had nothing better to do. that is a lie and we all now know itm, but i am gonna stick to it.
i figure i have an online journal of sorts so lets fill it with some mind numbingly dull crap.
My real site

Friday, December 7, 2001