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TM 188- Two Letters
TM 188 - Write two letters: One to someone you hurt and the other to someone who hurt you.
Dear President Baltar
Dear Gaius
Dear Not-So-Dear Doctor Baltar,
That's how I think of you. Doctor Baltar, who was an ideal of mine, through school and into the Fleet. I wanted to meet you in the way that HotDog craved a meeting with Gripkey from the C-Bucs. ( Read more... ) -
TM # 187-Which is the more exquisite sensation: revenge, relief, or vindication?
TM # 187- Which is the more exquisite sensation: revenge, relief, or vindication?
In the last year, I have experienced all three sensations, some multiple times, and I can tell you, the one that really stayed with me? None of them.
I stabbed Doctor Baltar in the neck with a pen. He definitely had it coming, and no, I am not going to discuss what he ( Read more... ) -
#186: Religion
TM #186- Religion ( Read more... ) -
184 - We set out to change the world and ending up… just changing ourselves.
I've been thinking about all the times I tried to change the world, on New Cap. I really thought I could make a difference somehow, do more than I did. I was tired of being "Mister Gaeta", the dependable, overefficient boot that wears out and you only notice how worn it became when it suddenly fails you.
Did I fail more people by leaving Galactica ( Read more... ) -
TM 183- Tell Me A Secret
Tell a secret? I don't have any secrets- the entirety of the Fleet knows my sins, and few of them know about my absolution. Is it a secret that I didn't care if I lived or died, on my knees in the launch tube? That I was going to die, and at the hands of people I trusted, respected, fought with, fought FOR? Is it a secret that the Colonel is a ( Read more... ) -
TM 182- Awards
Before the attack, since everything is divided now into before and after and what were you doing when, I had quite a few awards. Twelve science awards, in fact, six language composition, five good citizenship, four spelling, two perfect attendance, and one Future Homemaker, which I am pretty sure went to the wrong person, since I never took a ( Read more... ) -
TM 181- Perfect Day
I can't even imagine a perfect day anymore. A day without pain is getting pretty damn close to my definition of perfect. I guess the closest I can come is the day of Galactica's decommissioning ceremony, the day the Cylons came back. It wasn't a perfect day, but it was a frakking good one- Galactica was spit-shined and as ready as we could make her ( Read more... )