... but nothing's going to stop Doug from getting through this gate. Fire, earthquake, the Sixth Fleet... none of them can stop this gate from being used.

Colin James: Travellin'

http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/As4QC ... 3&hl=en_US
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

I keep seeing them out of the corner of my eye... it's really freaky. I should probably get some sleep now.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

Bob Schroeck Wrote:This + Handwavium = awesome, or terrifying?

Proginoskes Wrote:Both terrifying and awesome, naturally. They'll probably uplift with a sapient hive-mind, like (if I'm recalling her details correctly) Dee.

Star Trek the Next Generation was the only Trek series without a Mirror Universe episode.

What if there was, and the crew had mutinied under the leadership of the weapons officer? That would give us Space Pirate Captain Tasha Yarrrrr... er, Yar.
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Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

Levon Helm of the Band died of cancer.
Greg Ham (who rocked the flute on Land Down Under) of Men at work died under currently unknown circumstances.  (The dead part they are sure about; the rest is unknown-but non suspicious).
If this is Dick Clark doing one of those top 25 countdowns, colour me less than impressed.

Returning Together

a Star Wars bunny by ClassicDrogn AKA dialNforNinja

Free to a good home!

Dateline: second to last scene of RotJ

Lieutenant Ragan Tollard wasn't sure just what was going on. The Rebels' fleet had been mousetrapped by their own star destroyer force according to scuttlebutt, but there were still calls for damage control parties from all over the station, and other rumors said some of the enemy pilots had been crazy enough to fly their fighters inside the unfinished quadrant... At the moment, he and his crew of enlisted technicians were headed for one of the point defense turbolaser mounts that protected the Emperor's command tower, and the pair of men moving slowly down the side of the corridor were just obstacles to be avoided, barely even seen at the conscious level - at least until one of them snapped out an order.

"You and you, help me with Lord Vader! You two, get a medic-droid and meet us at the shuttle bay. Get moving!"

Attention focused solidly on the here and now instead of the situation he'd find at the gun mount, Ragan abruptly recognised the form of the imposing Dark Lord, slumped on the shorter man's shoulder. The constant wheeze of his respirator was labored and rattling, and whoever the man in the unmarked unitard was, he was also staggering along unsteadily. Spurred into action, Ragan hurriedly confirmed the commands and gave directions to the closest medbay in case Karn and Folgo hadn't been as diligent in familiarizing themselves with this sector as they should have been, before shoving Nuren toward the unknown.

Swallowing reflexively - Lord Vader was a very real bogeyman to nearly anyone who'd ever so much as seen him - Ragan took one armored arm across his own shoulders, wincing a second time as the exposed circuitry where one wrist ended abruptly sparked and wafted sharp smoke past his nose, and put his back into getting the staggering duo to the shuttlebay double-time.

He still didn't know what in seven supernovas was going on, but if something had been able to chew Lord Vader up this badly, he very much wanted to get as far away from whatever had done the deed as possible.

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I've posted Luke giving the order before, but it ran through my head just now as a fleshed out scene so I figured I might as well record it. Opinions?

- CD

Edit to stamp out gremlins
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7636040/11/
My Little Denarians has updated.
(MLP:FiM/Dresden Files)
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber."  --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.

The Beatsmaster -- a superstar rapper with animal friends.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I'm a member of the community choir North Shore Chorus, and our spring programme is based on the works of Shakespeare and other English Renaissance poetry. "In Windsor Forest" is a suite of 5 songs by Ralph Vaughn Williams, based on Shakespeare's works. I'm only listing the songs I think are power songs for now.

Quote:Back and Side go bare, go bare,
Both Foot and Hand go cold,
But Belly, God send thee good Ale enough,
Whether it be new or old!

I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood!
Though I go bare, take ye no care;
I am nothing a' cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old!

I love no roast but a nut-brown toast
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare, 
Both foot and hand go cold; 
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, 
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare, 
Both foot and hand go cold; 
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, 
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold; 
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, 
Whether it be new or old.

Quote:See the chariot at hand here of love
Wherein my lady rideth.
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth;
As she goes all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty;
And enamoured do wish, so they might
But enjoy such a sight,
That they still were to run by her side
Through swords, through seas whither she would ride.

Do but look on her eyes,
They do light all that Love's world compriseth.
Do but look on her hair,
It is bright as Love's star when it riseth.
Do but mark, her forehead's smoother
Than words that soothe her;
And from her arched brows such a grace
Sheds itself through the face,
As alone there triumphs to the life,
All the gain, all the good of the elements' strife.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow
Before rude hands have touched it?
Have you marked but the fall of the snow
Before the soil hath smutched it?
Have you felt the wool of the beaver
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt of the bud of the brier
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!

Quote:Blow, blow, thou winter wind 
Thou art not so unkind 
As man's ingratitude; 
Thy tooth is not so keen, 
Because thou art not seen, 
Although thy breath be rude. 
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly. 
Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, 
That does not bite so nigh 
As benefits forgot: 
Though thou the waters warp, 
Thy sting is not so sharp 
As a friend remembered not. 
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: 
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: 
Then heigh-ho, the holly! 
This life is most jolly.

I has...
first seven others can haz too, Friday the 20th at 9pm EDT / 6p PDT
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to split the sky?
That's every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry-
NO QUARTER!!!
-- "No Quarter", by Echo's Children