Rings of Saturn

Michael's slightly annoyed with me for not getting medical help from my most recent encounter with Over Kill. Oddly enough when I explained half of the reasons why I can because I was too busy doing something he suggested, he wanted to help me. I've been working securing one of the rings of Saturn.

Scientific not possible? Well, what if it was not a physical ring and not the reference I am saying. I've finally decided to advance myself. I have everything all planned out. Michael, despite his jealousy of me at times has been loyal to helping me take care of everything. In fact, together we worked on installing a lockbox under neither my engine to secure the project's most vital parts...

Scarlett is starting to get on my case since I am acting awkward but I'm surprised. I've always been awkward. So what is different? She almost forced me into telling her things but alas, no one forces me into a boner.
Michael has secured the last times I need for this. I have to personally pick up these items. I'm pleased to have friends like so. It makes life worth living. Tomorrow, I will go out for a road trip and pick up the wine bottles that he suggested.

I hope the riddles keep it hidden.

"Firefly" - Breaking Benjamin

Bring me your enemies
Lay them before me
And walk away

No, this post has nothing to do with a firefly; insect of snake. For the first time in months, I have that urge and desire to persue combat. Since the last incident that, I have been keeping away from combat at all costs due to personal issues. Now, I'm forcing myself into this.

Spike's unable to speak. I'm worried about what happened during the mindswap. Did he see anything that was too scary for him to understand? Or has he been effected by whatever Motormaster did his body.

That's easy to repair though, in time. Wounds do heal. Now, though I am worried that Smegatron is up to something and with that said, I must stop him before he goes after the Witwicky family.

Before I leave, Red Spot and I just are about to head down to Brazil to check in on an Over Kill report.

TGIF

I'll explain later.

Surreal Reality

I won the war for the galaxy but lost the home planet. While this reference is lost to most, I will elaborate. The whole issue with the mindswap has been resolved. Or so it would seem. But that's not where winning the galaxy comes in. Instead, winning the galaxy refers to something of more important. Perhaps I shall start with that to make this more easily for understanding. And then I will try to explain the rest provided I have time. Or one can understand and see through my riddles.

Something that has always always been in a liquid state inside of me has finally thawed out and rather quickly. Perhaps I have been too reluctant to grant it a chance. Fear? Yes; from failing. I have always been a social astronaut. Now, though, it seems I have broken that phobia for someone. And I do not wish to disappoint her. Much like any superhero, there is always a 'her' as for a motivation. This time it is more than just idle curiousity. It just happens to be the battlefield. But this battlefield, for this Joe will not involve blood or pain. All I can say right now is that things are about to get more interesting as I have plans to continue this as it has became my most pressing mission in life.

I had plans for a surprise dinner but after finding Spike in our Infirmary, reality flickered for a minute... forcing me to realize that everyday has its own way of keeping things in check. You see, Spike is my best friend and basically a brother. Due to his mind having been switched with Motormaster, a Decepticon transformer from what I understand. Due to what happened to their bodies during the mindswap, poor Spike has to get adjusted to his body. I hope that is just the case Lifeline is acting as his doctor.

I spent the night, off-duty, perched on base. 10 hours of standing there watching the base to make sure everything is as it should be. For now, I cannot rest. There is so much to protect. And one thing needs to finish being mapped out for a personal project. I think I have it finished. Just a matter of how these actions go through.

And with that... all my base are to belong to you.

I Give Up

For security reasons, I am removing my IM handle. Though, this person is redspottedkitten. I am in the green.
hello
Hey there.
ur blog is teh gainess
Um how do you know I have a blog?
i reded it
And you are?
r u askin my asl?
It would seem so.
19/kitty/venus
Fancy.
>^.^<
i no u cmoar
And I can see you don't know how to type.
i sp3ak teh langage of teh l337
You speak like a retarded macrocat!
j00!
y0 j00
y0 g1 j00
Um?
y0 g1 j00!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111oneoneoneoneoneone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Over Kill?
cmoar u stink at halo
Daniel?
Dude, I should totally kick you in the face for not even hearing me laugh.
Hahah, very funny, Michael.
As always.
Not going to ask about the alias.
Heh, see you on the training schedule...

So Much - The Spill Canvas
How does it feel to know you're everything I need
The butterflies in my stomach
They could bring me to my knees
How does it feel to know you're everything I want
I've got a hard time saying this
So I'll sing it in a song

Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt
When we become one
When we become one
When we become one
When we become one

How does it feel
How does it feel when we get locked into a stare?
Please don't come looking for me
When I get lost in the mess of your hair
How do you feel when everything you've known
Gets thrown aside
Never fear, my dear, 'cause we have nothing left to hide

Oh I adore the way you carry yourself
With the grace of a thousand angels overhead
I love the way the galaxy starts to melt

Hold on to me girl
If you feel your grip getting loose
Just know that I'm right next to you
Hold on to me girl
If you feel your grip getting loose
Just know that I won't let you down

Well, I'm ready
Well, I'm ready
I am ready
To run away with you
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
To run away with me

Pack your things we can leave today
Pack your things we can leave today
Say our goodbyes and get on the train
Say goodbye
Just you and I in the sweet unknown
We can just call each other our home

If I had to choose a way to die
It'd be with you
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face
In a goosebump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your cherub face

How does it feel?

Tonight's Battle

My theme song for the battle. Red Spot and I so far are making a dangerous team. Though this cease fire is bullocks. Fortunately, I am able to keep training Red Spot to make sure that things are easier for when we have the real combat. Finally recovered though.

Not An Anime Fan...

But I want to have an exo-frame. I think we would fair better if we were able to have mobile suits to defend ourselves against the Decepticons and those that threaten our lives.

Recent News

Well, loyal readers or what I think I have as loyal readers... I am responding after what has been a hiatus. This whole mindswapping issue has provided me with a series of questions that in time can be perhaps explained.

For at the moment one thing matters to me more than the others. Oddly enough, the video below is more for an amusing side than for the real meaning that SG:A and Hall and Oates implied.



Hope you don't take offense to that.

I finished healing after having a dangerous training session with the new recruit. He's a laser trooper as well. We share a suite. So far, he's alright. We had a small party last night with some Greenshirts and Lifeline. I'm glad to see that Red Spot is coming along on his own. Hopefully he can see himself with his own crew of friends and not need me to be his all the time.

Looking forward for another trip to a diner. Hope you are too.
-S.F.

Space Oddessy

Oh, how I long for space...
Especially right now.
Space beckons me like a mistress,
That will be the only one to love me.
I have been abused by this dust ball for too long.

So many things I wish I could face.
So much to do; I wish I knew how.
A world where nothing is fresh.
Space is where I want to be.
For me, this planet is wrong.

EDIT: Finally made this post public.

A Disturbed Genesis

The video below is remind me of too much that is going on as of late. The whole part about the governments and militaries being puppets... I can relate to that with no problem right now.

Perhaps we all are puppets for a higher being? Or perhaps it will take one of us to be brave enough to step forward and help lead the masses to rebel and change things for the best. 

If anyone knows, I've been working with an enemy who seems to be the victim of being a puppet themselves. 

And before I change that, I must figure out how to fix this mind swapping works. Clearly there has to be something I am over looking hence why I have yet to solve it...

"I’m just your average, ordinary, everyday superhero" - Smashmouth

Stardate: 0803.04

Today has been rather... interesting. This whole weekend has been nothing but one giant mess of confusion.

Since Friday, I've been on a detail that hasn't been easy for me to explain or even understand. It's easily summed up as that I am Richard Deckard and I found Rachel.  I can't go into specifics due to the whole privacy laws and not to mention as is, my life is in jeopardy and soon to be followed by a wheel of misfortunate. 

Now, Saturday has made things more of a hullaballoo than you can laugh at. Half the people I know have been through a swapping of their minds. This is hard for me to understand how this operates. I've seen it a million times on TV and now... I just think it's simple. Electric magnets. Reason One. Reason Two.

Think of it; if magnets and electricity can transfer data from brain cell to brain cell  and also transfers data from machine to machine, wouldn't this explain how a human and a transformer have swapped brains? 

Perhaps I'm running low on sleep since Friday. The KITT needs repairs. My weapons and armor is still smelling like burnt copper wires. My best friend is messed up. This isn't a good week. And the problems aren't over yet.

- Seymour Fine