This journal is no longer active. Morden can be called on for rp if necessary - just comment to this post with a link if you need him, but this version of him is no longer a member of TM. It's been fun. See you beyond the Rim.

Starkiller.

Klaus Lexus Armando Morden's Aliases

Your movie star name: Snicks Michael

Your fashion designer name is Klaus Rome

Your socialite name is Klam Los Angeles

Your fly girl / guy name is K Mor

Your detective name is Rabbit San Diego

Your barfly name is Popcorn Gin

Your soap opera name is Lexus Armando Forty Fifth

Your rock star name is Sugar ( Read more... )

Ah, actions without consequences, behaving badly and the like. A fascinating suggestion, to be sure. I mean, it isn’t as if I’ve ever done anything so foolhardy as, oh, steal a palantir or play poker with the stakes being a Silmaril. It is not as if I have travelled through space and time to steal the Dark Crystal and sell pieces of it on Ebay. I ( Read more... )

Ah, a very simple question. There is a rather long list of individuals whose minds should be changed, however, they are so stubborn, they prefer to remain fixed upon the path of what will ultimately be their downfall ( Read more... )

Ah, Wonderland. Down the rabbit hole and into the fantastical realm as described by Alice. But is it such a fantasy? Is it indeed a childish whimsy, written by an indulgent elderly English gentleman? Or is it, as I shall proceed to demonstrate, a blueprint of life upon Babylon 5 ( Read more... )

What does a man in my position need with wishes in the first place? To ask if I have regretted any of my wishes, would suggest that I have made wishes, and I have never wished for anything, even when I was a child. Besides, having become accustomed to being treated by many as a wishing well with legs, as Mollari once described himself, I do not ( Read more... )

Given that I was born on Earth and studied to become an archaeologist, my choice of occupation would suggest that travel to far and distant planets would be par for the course. When my employers, IPX, sent a survey team to a planet on the Rim, they had no idea of exactly where it was they were sending us ( Read more... )

My daughter, four years old, had just discovered the enormous entertainment to be had with sandcastles. She sat on the sand, her mother and I watching her, her tongue stuck out with concentration as her tiny hands worked on the damp sand, a plastic bucket lying on its side beside her. She was, she informed us solemnly, building a mansion for us all ( Read more... )

Exact opposite? This sounds suspiciously like a question a Vorlon or a Vorlon sympathiser would ask, and I find that I am quite amused by such an idea.

Being such a complex individual, it would be difficult to categorise what it would be that would make one my exact opposite. It would be far too simplistic to boil such a question down into ( Read more... )

Ah, the yearly review. How I do love a moment of nostalgia, brief though it may be. A small walk through the annals of the past twelve months of Earth-time provides a small measure of entertainment ( Read more... )