A picture of my new SWTOR pet

I picked him up on Tatooine during the Rackghoul epidemic. He doesn't do much but watch us as we run around.

I'm Baaack

Hi there,
I am back for a quick breather from the deep dark hole that has occupied quite a bit of my time. I must admit I have fallen off the wagon and I am now back addicted to MMORPG's. I have been spending almost all my free time playing Star Wars the Old Republic or as I like to call it Pixel Crack. I'm really not too sure how often I will be checking in here as you can see it's been almost 5 months since my last post. SWTOR has me firmly in its force enhanced grip and I'm not really sure I want it to let go just yet. I have been busy leveling characters, Crafting items and just running rampant across the galaxy. I guess I have to admit I am a big SWTOR Fan and just leave it at that. I would suggest anyone who likes online MMO's give this one a try. I have played almost all the really big ones and I think I like this one the best so far.

Friday.....Friday.....Friday...blah blah blah

Fri Sep 16, 2005

Well its Friday again and I doubt if anyone has even noticed the lack of reports the last few weeks but I didn't feel like writing anything so there.


Updates: The political prisoners are all moved out to the gulags and the holding area has been renovated for other uses. The Feline tried to lay claim to the area but was removed by security personnel. The canines didn't seems to show much interest in the change at all. The canines are rather oblivious to most things I've noticed. The move was made without incident and completed easily all the prisoners moved are doing well in their new homes. There was one casualty in this although the medical staff say the loss was due to natural causes as the prisoner was not doing well to start with.

With the coming of autumn it is hoped things will cool down in the workers paradise and perhaps there will be more issues to report between the canines and the feline. As it sits right now the canines have the feline outnumbered and the feline has the canines outclassed. Which leaves us in a bit of a stalemate situation. Minor attacks have been carried out on both sides but neither has taken an obvious advantage. I had hoped with the coming of cooler weather the canines will come out of the dog days of summer and do something but so far its not happening.

I fear the stalemate will continue and my boredom with the situation will lead to drastic measures being taken. But for the time being I am simply enjoying some time off and having no political prisoners to have to manage is quite enjoyable. I think I will have to incarcerate one of the canines soon just to give the security/death squad troops something to do but we will deal with that in its time. Bored security/deathsquad troops is not a good thing, right now I have the different squads reporting on each other just to keep them busy.

So I think I will close this report on this note. Remember..I have crazy bored security/deathsquad troops and I'm not afraid to use em. So please for the sake of the monitors in this society speak clearly while your plotting. I mean mumbling is just rude and it gives the monitors a little too much leeway in reporting what you say and trust me you don't want them getting creative. Till next time remember We know what your up to........ and we wont tell if the check is big enough.

(Editors Note: This is the last of the historical record. I am not certain but I think I may be able to convince the  Beloved Patriarch\Revered Leader\ President for Life to send me more updates as I understand there have been some changes to the workers paradise since these were written. You may have noticed a change in title for the author He informs me the addition was "forced" upon him by the insistence of his loving subjects...err fellow citizens. We will see if I can get him to give us any more updates in the future.)

Friday....Big freakin whoop.

Fri Aug 12, 2005 

It was a dark and stormy night in the workers paradise. Things were thin, like shoe leather that had walked over too much concrete. Life had that sad repetition like a scratched LP with a dull needle in the stylus. Always revolving over the same groove in a Satchmo album.

OK ENOUGH OF THAT........


Lets just say SSDF this week and move on. I'm sure you all have something much more important to do than read this issue of the reports from the workers paradise and say to yourselves " Self, this looks the same as the last report." So in the interest of brevity which a far better writer than myself has already pointed out, "is the soul of wit". I will leave you gentle reader with this thought...... Tune in next week when you can hear the Feline say......

Its Friday..according to Mr. Spocks tricorder at least

Fri Aug 05, 2005 

Well it looks like another Friday has made its appearance. This week has been rather uneventful for the workers paradise with one exception. So lets get right to the exception and not waste any time about it.

The Political Prisoner that was removed to the medical facility has not been having a good week. The staff have reported several times it was feared he would not survive the night. Well it is becoming obvious this little malcontent wont up and die. He is playing some twisted power trip and only pretending to die just to cause turmoil in the staff caring for him. After one of his "attacks" he will be back up within a few hours and things will be as normal as they can be with him. The Feline is convinced he is doing all this for the attention and to spite the Feline. Of course the Feline has a very self-centered view of things, go figure. The Canines have not expressed any opinions one way or the other. Although I am convinced an opinion form the Canines would be overly taxing on their mental abilities so I don't expect any from them.

The Feline is still failing miserably in his de-mousification attempts. I have tried to explain to him even if he could catch a mouse it would only kick his ass and that would be embarrassing to him. I suspect deep in his ego ridden little heart he is aware of this fact and will never actually confront a rodent but will continue making a big production about how hard he's trying. I take great pleasure in pointing out to him if he's trying that hard and failing the mice are not only stronger than him but smarter as well, He ignores these as best he can but I know the truth.

The canines are like the Special Olympics here in the workers paradise. Always out there giving it their best and having a lot of fun...but still just a step or two behind. Bless their pointy headed little hearts. I sometimes think it must be nice to be so happy just running in circles or shouting at the water hose. Then I remember these are also creatures that sniff and lick each others and their own asses for fun and any thought of how nice it must be to be them quickly fades.

Well other than that there's not really a lot going on here. Summer is progressing as summer always does and things tend to work themselves out in the long run without too much interference from me. A little talk to the Canines about how the Feline is always attacking them, a whisper to the Feline how the canines believe they are superior to him. These things keep the balance of my little world in check.

So I think this will wrap up my report for this week. I remain the Benevolent Leader/ Dictator for Life of the Workers Paradise. OHHHH...One more thing. The security police/death squads have brought to my attention that many of you are still trying to defeat the security/monitoring devices in place. I feel I must remind you these devices are merely there to protect you from harm. And to help you live a more comfortable life. Please just go on about your normal activities and if your not doing anything subversive you have nothing to worry about....."You have my word on it"

Veterans Day Thoughts

Well here we are at the close of Veterans day. I think back on family and friends who have served us all. Some risking everything, some paying with everything they have, others offering everything should the need arise. Everything we have in this country today, everything we seem to squabble about on a daily basis sometimes we owe to those brave souls willing to put their very lives on the line if needs be. Whether there was actual fighting or not the risk of every service member is equal.

These are the very best of us, the ones who willingly offered their very lives if needed to protect the principals this country was founded on. The same freedoms many of us use regularly to belittle and denigrate the selfless offer made by these brave souls. Each and every one of us here owe a debt to the selfless few that answered the call of liberty and freedom.

Today is a day set aside to remember those people that stood in our place when things were darkest and most dangerous. Standing bravely even for those same people that use the freedom they defended to criticize and belittle the souls standing between them and the loss of the very same freedom. One day is never enough to repay these people some of whom gave everything to see the rest of us had the ability to continue living our lives as we see fit. The kind of selflessness displayed deserves much more than we are able to give back. 

I would like to take this time and remember. My memories include a young paratrooper in the 101st, The screaming eagles, a division renowned in the history of WW2. Willing to fight to the last man in the defense of our country, facing seemingly insurmountable odds and yet prevailing. Not just one or two but an entire division of heroes joined by an entire generation of heroic Americans willing to risk everything.

Or a young Marine rifleman celebrating his 21st birthday on a troop transport ship sailing across the pacific with the intentions of landing on hostile shores and facing death daily. Meeting each day not knowing how the day will end and willingly going forward into the face of deadly firepower. Knowing from the very first the odd were stacked against them and still answering the call. Storming the beaches in three major campaigns in the pacific with the first Marine division. Places many of us have never heard of these days. Names like New Britain, Peleliu, Okinawa battles known through the history of the US Marine Corp as some of the most difficult conditions and most determined enemy action.

Family members I had the distinct privilege of knowing and learning from, people who by their example taught me things I am still discovering depth in. Men who answered a call to defend the life we all live today and take for granted. The few days we as a country set aside to honor those veterans from the past and the current active members of the US armed forces are simply not enough to equal the price paid and continuing to be paid on all our behalf's. From the memory of the past to the thought of the present and the expectations of the future my undying respect and gratitude goes out to anyone that has offered themselves as a defender of our way of life and the freedoms we take for granted each and every day. As inadequate as it might be all I can offer is my gratitude to anyone brave enough and willing to put on a uniform and accept the risk of defending us all. Thank you veterans and current members of the military.

 

You are not forgotten.

FRIDAY...Unlike any other day of the week

Fri Jul 29, 2005

Well Due to technical difficulties this weeks review will be slightly truncated. In other words I had my weekly review all written out and was just checking for any grammar or spelling errors and accidentally hit the windows key and closed my explorer. The benevolent leader/Dictator for life is not pleased. As I hate typing in the first place. This second report will be a little shorter so I can go take my frustrations out on the little people. Thank you for your understanding.


CANINES: Still stupid, Talking a lot with the rapidly growing but still mini canine. Attacked the Feline waste disposal unit.

FELINE: about worthless, Failing miserably in the De-Mousification program. Still attacking Canines whenever possible. Deathly afraid of the sickly Political Prisoner in the medical ward. The self same prisoner(AKA Weasel) that on his daily walks still kicks the Felines butt with ease.

POLITICAL PRISONERS: I almost gave them the responsibility for the De-Mousification program but they are less trust worthy than the Feline. Hence their position as political Prisoners.

BENEVOLENT LEADER/DICTATOR FOR LIFE: I have given a rousing speech stating how we will never give in to the terrorist that are attacking our infrastructure. The Terrorist responsible for the attack met this speech with great support and applause as they were I'm sure the only ones in attendance. I have taken over the De-Mousification program because sometimes if you want the job done right you have to do it yourself.

Well that about wraps up this truncated report. I look forward to a more in depth report next week. Now I'm off to repress the masses and oppress the little people.