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Fishing for Phish

Posted on Tuesday February 18, 2014 @ 12:32am by

/Log begins

Computer are you recording? Good.
Haven't made a personal log in...well, reckon it's been a while.

Being back aboard a ship where I have a higher risk of, not living, I reckoned I'd better start these things again.
Gods, I'm a listener, not a talker.

So, what should I talk about? No computer, that wasn't a question to you.
*Sigh*

Ah, got it. The rest of my things came in via transport today. Put most in the closet. Took me a whole 20 minutes to unpack the rest. Suppose living long doesn't mean collecting much physical baggage eh.

/Log pauses
/Log resumes

Right, sorry about that. Was thinking. Holding in my hand, right now, an old holodeck programme. Don't know how long I've been just staring at it. Had to put this from the old isolinear chips to the newer bio-gel chips a decade ago, but it transferred over well. What's on it, someone may ask.
Hmm. Hard to explain. But, I reckon I should say it's a part of my life I sometimes have to go back to see. It's especially important again, being back aboard a starship.

I reckon...

/Log pauses
/Log resumes

I reckon I'm going to give this a play tomorrow. Call it a ritual. Did it on every ship after the USS Kyushu. I'd call such things, superstitious. But I do say there are things about this universe that not even the best sensor in Starfleet can get at. And they are things of which why we explore.
Meh, I'm digressing eh. Told you I'm not good with this talking thing. Feels like I'm talking to myself. Alright, hang me, I talk to myself. Ha. *Chuckles*

Still, this programme is quite dear to me. Even if it's something I don't quite laugh about. And no, I'm not going to put it in a personal log. Phish on that. I'll just say it's file Stone 359, and maybe someone will find it for themselves.

I don't even know why I started this log. But, I'm not one to delete things so easily. So, here it is, for good or ill. I just have to get used to doing this again, is all. I promise myself they'll get better.
Or will they?
Too knackered to think. It's o dark thirty, so g'night for now. Ta for putting up with my initial log. Stone, logging off.

/Log ends

 

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