Another fun filled day, I thought to myself from the hot pool. Maybe it was age, or maybe my paced had slowed, but damn if I didn’t love those hot pools. No adventure this morning – had a robe, had a swimsuit, had slippers. I was socially good to go. Continue reading
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Roc’s Rule #384
None of us are as stupid as all of us.
Fanfest 2012 – Day Two
Today started out in a slightly more subdued manner.
Fanfest 2012 – The Legend of Katrin
DISCLAIMER: To any family members reading these posts. Please understand they are for are my fans, and do not necessarily reflect real events. Roc has an image to uphold. As for Marcus, I miss my wife more than anything and wish she was here to take part in the adventures. Continue reading
Fanfest 2012 – Day One
I’ve already been asked by many of my followers on Twitter “Why are you in Iceland already?” Truth be told, it’s because I’ve learned from past experience. For some unknown karmic reason, I tend to have the worst luck when flying commercially. Continue reading
Roc’s Rule #383
Plays well with self.
Roc’s Rule #382
It’s not a win until you’ve crushed your enemy’s will to continue the fight.
OOC: Why Daylight Savings Time Sucks
That alarm went off way too soon. You rub your eyes, but it just isn’t making the cobwebs go away. You’re pissing out more coffee than you’re drinking and you still feel like hell.
Daylight Savings Time sucks. And it doesn’t even have to be. Continue reading
Xhagen and Roc
UNKNOWN LOCATION
SECURE TRANSMISSION
It always amazed me how little physical interaction we had with each other. Most of us preferred staying in the warm familiarity of our pods, preferring that to the arduous task of undocking and pod extraction, only to sit alone in our quarters watching the single broadcast channel available to us.
It was mystifying that in this day and age, that only GalNet was strong enough to broadcast a faster than light signal across the universe. Of course, it could be by design. I have no doubt that if there were thousands of channels to choose from, there would still be nothing on worth watching. Continue reading
CSM 7 – Backroom politics
I sipped at my drink again, a hard liqueur served neat. Smoke and music filled my senses as I stared at the blinking message on my Neocom for the third time.
I wasn’t a fan of back room politics, and always suspicious of offers of help. Too many times I had been betrayed, nearly losing my ship, or worse. Other pilots I had known weren’t as fortunate when making the same mistake. Continue reading
ROC'S RAMBLINGS 