So the good news:

• Dr. B__ D____ can no longer go "Control-Alt-Evil" on me.
• Part of me, at least the DNA, belonged to Andrea Eight Chenug.
• And, now this:

Like I've been saying, Chip has been very sweet, but he asked me the damnest question a week ago. I'm not ready to say what that was, but I asked him back if that meant he trusted me.

And no, Dot, I'm ( Read more... )

Now I can talk about it. I'm a free demon goddess!

Dot and her friends dug into Andrea's past and found that she had left a DNA sample with some 'clone yourself' lab over by Santa Cruz. Andrea wasn't accepting her fate and dying -- which explains why I'm here.

The lock of hair I gave Chip (which I thought was a token of affection) apparently was ( Read more... )

/// Private ///

Dot wants to see me. She promises that it will not involve her trying to kill me.

Maybe Chip's been talking to her.

Chip has been nice to me, even though at times he'll come across a little too new agey. He's sad that the information on who I might had been hasn't made me feel better. And he did have an excellent, yet creepy idea ( Read more... )

That opportunitygrrl is getting on my nerves, preening for her controllers in Pasadena. I'm still tempted to upload a few megs worth of bad slash fiction into her flash memory.

I knew there was more to those little rovers than NASA let on.

spiritrover's flash memory problem might be all those draft and private entries she hasn't been able to delete yet.

New theory: I bet Beagle 2 got sick of hearing that little Blur jingle over and over again and blue-screened himself.

I received an email from maxw. She gave me a URL and a token to use for authentication.

I didn't want to connect directly; so I borrowed a PowerBook from one of the Dana Street regulars.

Max found out who I might have been.

Andrea was rail-thin in those photos, but she wore the clothes I'm wearing now. In one, she's wearing the mustard blazer, and ( Read more... )

// OOC Private //

No word from maxw, I guess the research is taking longer than she thought it would.

Then again, what if it turned out I was originally some balding, middle-aged guy who paid Dr. B__ D____ to make him over. I've read those later Heinlein novels on the Doctor's bookshelf. And well... In that case, ignorance would be the better zip code ( Read more... )

and that I don't think I can fly there on my own, I'd still like to see Mars in person.

I'd be out of everyone's hair at least, and could look in on that little lost Beagle 2 spaceship. I'd bring a tool kit and some duct tape.

// OOC Friends Only Entry //

Taking up Sporty Spice on playing for her softball team didn't pan out. It turns out we were playing the Virginia Woolfs, the best team in the leauge, and her greed for the championship undid us.

It was a rude start: the captain of the Woolfs insulted me by calling me a 'barbie doll,' I see that Max and Dot from ( Read more... )

Yesterday morning, before the Doctor started in on his next round of tantrums, I was up at Dana Street getting coffee. Sporty Spice was there and she had a jersey for me. Apparently I'm a walk-on player for Sunday's game against the Virginia Woolfs.

The girl working at the counter looked me up and down, and made some snarky comment about Sporty ( Read more... )