Okay, bad news: I had a system failure within the subsidiary Stark Mainframe (my home's system). The auxiliary power re-routed almost instantly from the generators, so I only lost about half of my data logs. Jarvis wasn’t responding, so it’s safe to say he went offline for awhile too. It’ll take a day to reload my backup files and set up a few more ( Read more... )

I'm probably supposed to be kissing the ground or something, but I'm kind of undergoing what might be vertigo or a severe case of jet-lag or maybe morning sickness--pretty sure it's morning sickness, since, well, hey, it's kind of abundantly clear that waking up every morning and remembering that you're a homicidally inclined pregnant woman is the ( Read more... )

Let's revise: shoot for the moon, and if you miss, you'll be trapped floating in between the stars for an eternity before your power reserves fail, therefore onsetting near-instanaeous ebullism, hypoxia, hypocapnia and decompression sickness as your lungs collapse and your muscles succumb to flaccid paralysis while you eventually freeze to death in ( Read more... )

Flying to the moon: harder than you’d think, but just as neat. What kid doesn't want to be me ( Read more... )

Since most of the Avengers are off feeding their pet cats, I'll be teaming up with the JLA to help with preventing the whole Lex Luthor blowing a gasket and aiming his death laser at the moon thing. It's all on us, Steve. Let's not disappoint the man in the cape.

It seems I've severely neglected my beat-up-the-bad-guys quota. Pepper! You need to tell me of these things, or else I'll end up vegging out on the sofa watching FOX News and chewing on potato fries like last time.

Whatever. I'll R&R with Jarvis in the (severely modified) suit en route. He's due for an upgrade anyway and I'm especially feeling ( Read more... )

It's only recently occurred to me that I've been sloshing through teensy micro-dramas of no consequence whatsoever, and that I've significantly more level-headed and enlightened while living as that moldy (airborne) couch potato Pepper's always warned me about -- which, if anyone really cared to discover, didn't actually taste as moldy as you've ( Read more... )

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I had a bleeding Brit on my couch, and I gave him booze and bandages.

Steve? Please smack some America back into me. I'm losing it.

Small note, yeah, I know it's not Christmas, but thanks for the presents anyways. I appreciated... most of them. So, you can, you know, give me more.

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