Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.
Uhh. So what would happen if every single spaceship/spacequest/space-is-disease-and-danger-wrapped-in-darkness related show was slammed together into say, one massive crossover semi-AU-ish realm? This darling burst of genius just burst into my mind when I was doing the dishes (conveniently cleaning out my Captain Kirk cup) wondered about what it'd be like if Kirk and Friends (tm) were cowboys. Er. Which then evolved into "space cowboys" which then blossomed into "Firefly/Bebop Crossover?" which then exploded into "every space related thing cross over. With hats." Do I spy a mindblowing fic or an awesome and perhaps short (but sweet) lived rp? WOULD ANYONE BE UP FOR THIS EPICNESS? Completely ADD thought.
I just realized I don't ever have time for anything anymore (and if I ever did I have no idea how I made it happen). By the time I start college again I'd better learn how to attend classes without breathing because even that 0.025 second function is going to take up way to much space on my schedule.
You know what scares the shit out of me? DATELINE, the newsmagazine that’s never met a story it couldn’t turn into a terrifying ‘IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU. RIGHT NOW'. That and the 48 Hour Mystery program on television (but mostly because the mysteries never solved anyway so it sort of leaves you sitting there, frowning appealingly at the screen wondering what you just wasted an entire hour on).
So my mom has been officially hired as a teacher at Newark Academy. She is so excited she wants to buy a house. I asked her if I could get a spaceship, preferably one that looks very similar to (and/or is) the Enterprise. She has yet to get back to me on that.
I just realized I don't ever have time for anything anymore (and if I ever did I have no idea how I made it happen). By the time I start college again I'd better learn how to attend classes without breathing because even that 0.025 second function is going to take up way to much space on my schedule.
You know what scares the shit out of me? DATELINE, the newsmagazine that’s never met a story it couldn’t turn into a terrifying ‘IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU. RIGHT NOW'. That and the 48 Hour Mystery program on television (but mostly because the mysteries never solved anyway so it sort of leaves you sitting there, frowning appealingly at the screen wondering what you just wasted an entire hour on).
So my mom has been officially hired as a teacher at Newark Academy. She is so excited she wants to buy a house. I asked her if I could get a spaceship, preferably one that looks very similar to (and/or is) the Enterprise. She has yet to get back to me on that.