Slow Boat

The Big Human Machine

2008-01-03T16:19:00.000-08:00

I'm afraid of the Big Human Machine.
I dwell on self only because I think it is the microcosmos, a repetition of some fractal, winding its neuron path through the Brain of What IS, ...or through It's Being? Perhaps it will show me the way out or do i mean the way to clarity?

This big human machine of society is intimidating. So much greater than you, putting, keeping, forcing you to NOT be animal, natural, fierce. I am beginning to think like a human and am forgetting my Sidhe way. I've been stuck in this victorian world of big fat lazy bustles and sedation. The calm steady progress of what they say is the technology of tomorrow, Humanity reaching for the stars as ever(some sort of mindless DNA imperative?) Sigh.. Are these humans meant to move between planets, like some virus...Oolon says they do, eventually, not long after i was there, in 21st cent. Earth.

Miss my Earth. The idea begins to seem distant now. THAT earth. Where i was before, when i met the Sputnik. Before I decided on adventures in Space. Or any other physical reality, reality as in REAL. I am trying to remember the feeling of it, it's denseness and solidity...it seems like a dream and now this place is what is real...but that's a lie. I don't belong here. This flat pixelated land...it's not REAL, not my Real, yet..it affects me just as powerfully.
...which reminds me! When is the damn ETC gonna be fixed!!?
/exasperated sigh...bugger!
/Terry Lightfoot remembers the dress she's supposed to be working on.

Journey to 20K leagues Beneath the Mysterious Island - III

2007-10-10T16:09:00.000-07:00

Having Landed...

Well...we finally got to put our feet in the sand. Thanks to All that Is. Oolon decided that i need to distribute some probes around the island for some important data collection. Cool...being anti-social as most of my race are, hanging out on the beach waiting for a decision on the next course of action didn't grip my imagination. And the sweetie gave me some tea and the cat for company..double cool. He can be a snob, but then you can tell he cares from the details.

As I was placing the probe thingies in the ground around the perimeter of the beach, musing that Sputnik's superiority complex might be to disguise that he actually cares about folks, "even lower life forms like me and the cat," I looked up and..."Where the fuck is the CAT!!? Shit, the cat's wandered off! Again!" AND YES, ok. I admit it...I completey forgot about Kira as I was psychoanalysing the gallifreyan. And when I finally noticed, panic set in. Last thing I remembered was Kira playing around a tide pool, just a few feet from me...and now I was in SO much trouble!" I looked all around the perimeter, a few feet into the jungle but couldn't see her tracks. Not that I'm a tracker. I winked ('winking' - Sidhe word for going out of 3d into 4d and back again. You can cover hundreds of miles in just a split second. Or just harass humans for fun...I don't usually, but sometimes my good friends might have to put up wi me dissappearing and appearing wi out warning.) to a few different spots around the island to get a better view and maybe catch sight of her. and I didn't. As my panic grew and I imagined Sputnik's reaction i suddenly caught sight of something else! A group of natives, I assumed, spying on the group down on the beach. My fear of reprisal and worry for the cat faded and another thought took over... "Hmm. This should make things interesting." and, "I'd better get back to the Time Lord and confess I've lost the cat and oh, by the way, found some natives. I winked back to the Time Lord, gave him the news and prepared for the onslaught.

Mysterious Island - Part II - The Arrival

2007-08-11T00:50:00.000-07:00

Well, a few days of sea travel and eating bugs, trying to wash them down with wine, all the while surrounded by overly formal 19th century eccentrics, a demanding Time Lord(I love 'im but he really can test my patience), and a dwindling herd of penguins, can really make you wish for land. It was only a few days of sailing but it seemed an eternity. During our meals, Lady Palowakski was constantly stealing Sputnik's drinks and giving me useless spells in exchange(What do I need 'em for?...I got natural magic oozing outta my pores). And like a Time Lord doesn't notice that sort of thing! He seemed rather amused by it as far as I can tell. I thought maybe Darkling might need them though, so I pocketed the spells anyway. Bet she does a little dance over these!
Well, finally, we sighted the shore and the most ridiculous debate ensued as to what to do next. Talk about too many cooks! Of course, that genius of navigation, Captain Sparrow just had to stick his oar into the discussion whilst abandoning the wheel to do it. Blammo! ...it got us ashore and resolved the silly discussion at once.The ship ran up against the island.
OH
AND
get this...
Right in the middle of all that arguing, just before the crash....a little voice pipes out of the aether..“Before you all go dashing onto the damn beach maybe you should let the kitten OUT of the bag before she FREAKIN‘ suffocates after all this DAMN time? JEBUS!”
Only a certain 19th century feline who'd been hanging around a certain 21st century Sidhe would be using slang like that!
Just as I'd surmised we had a most welcome stowaway, and as we bashed gracefully ashore with our ship... an apple barrel rolls across the deck, dashes Gnarli aside and overboard, hitting the railing of the ship, finally splitting open to reveal....THE CAT!!! YAY! Well. I was pretty darned happy to see her! She seemed none the worse for wear, although a bit appley. I secretly thanked her for the amusement, as watching Gnarli sail thru the air was kinda good. Poor guy. It looked like it hurt, though nothing compared to getting busy with dolphins(you wouldn't believe the story he told Sputnik! Thank god for Sputnik's gossip retention. It's kept me from going nuts during this trip).
But I digress....
and as Gnarli clambered back on board, all wet, he looked at Kira incredulously and instantly proclaimed her banned from the adventure. If he only knew the trouble Sputnik and I dragged her into on a continual basis with the ETC...and she always lands on her feet! Human males...over protective if you ask me. Well..Kira decided right then and there that it might give her great satisfaction to scratch Gnarli's eyes out and I had to swiftly grab her by the scruff and pull her off the vulnerable human. I knew she'd be sorry for it later, even if she couldn't see it now, and the easiest way I could think of improving her mood was to drag her over to the Sputnik. Time Lords do so like inferior beings for company and having TWO is always better than one. Makes his self proclaimed superiority that much more within reach(the dreamer). And I was right; he was overjoyed to see her and she forgot her bad mood immediately.
Ahhh...an assistant's work is never done.

20,000 Leagues Beneath the Mysterious Island

2007-08-10T09:35:00.000-07:00

Well..Sputnik's dragged me into yet another lame adventure. Stuck on a boat with a bunch of maladjusted Victorians on our way to a Volcano. Oh Joy. Well..they're alright for the most part..just some bizarre behaviors every once in a while. I guess extreme repression breeds...well..it just breeds. The Bardhaven dude is a weird one....dark good looks and that sort of "I'm stuck on myself" look about him, AND I just don't trust him AT ALL, in his year book at school he was probably voted most likely to double cross, ...but every one seems to take him in stride. The Captain it sort of a rough and so is his sailing. Not very reassuring(One reeeeelly good thing? Bardhaven dude and the Captain eat their meals together at the captain's mess. Away from ME. Yes!). ANYWAY....assisting the Sputnik is the job, I guess....so I just goes with the flows.

I'm not all that well acquainted with most of the folks on this dingy, but Darkling is among them and she's easy to get along with. Myself, being difficult to get along with, this is always a valuable find for me. I'm glad for her company, she's always clever and affectionate and apparently she's a halfbreed(Poor thing is only half Sidhe) and although historically this combination tends to produce dribbling insanity she seems to have escaped that horrible fate. Missing the Cat however...furry companionship like hers is always a plus. Guess I'm doing without it this trip. Speaking of animals...there are PENGUINS on this ship. That's all...not sure what to say on that. I think they are Gnarli's? I dunno...it's just ....unusual.

This world must be of the strangest that Sputnik has ever taken me to....figures we'd get stranded here. Ah well....at least the friends are good.