things
Well, Today I attended my English Class, and we discussed Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I do not like that book. It is very depressing, and very boring. If you have insomnia, read it.
okay, enough about that....
The White Sox are now officially out of the play-offs. The Tigers and the Twins are both in, but who knows which one will win the division....
In the National League, the Astro's are back in the race, only 2.5 games behind the Cardinals. I'm trying not to get my hopes, up, though. Let's just be happy that the Braves won't make it.
Our Fall-Ball Softball team has won... six? and we haven't lost any. pretty nice.
Update!
okay, Dotti and I had our first Softball practice for the Fall Season this evening. yes, we are both on the same team. It was a pretty good practice, but I got hit really hard in the knee by the ball a couple times, and now it really hurts to bend my left knee. Also, I had burned my arm making pizza on friday, and part of the burn swelled up during the practice. But, enough about my injuries!
The Astro's beat the Pirates last night! 13:1! it was really great news!
We started school today, and I don't think that I learned anything new... Chemistry merely overemphasized the fact the Air does take up space, and it does have mass. It seemed to think I was about to argue with my textbook... and then I'm reviewing Algebra one, in preparation for Algebra Two, and I did some Grammer excersizes, and I reviewed The Westminster Shorter Catechism Question One. Plus, I scheduled my week. I know, it doesn't sound like much, but it sure looked like a lot on my planner!
That's about it for today!
Yodel hoo-hoo!!
DO NOT ENTER UPON PAIN OF SLIMEY FIRE BALLS OF DEATH!!!
AND NEWSPAPER RIOTINGS.
AND JELLO.
THANK YOU.
Today we journeyed out to Presque Isle and swam in Lake Erie. It was a beautiful day, and I completely wore myself out. I had much fun with Sir D. and Eid, as we start counting the days 'till they head off to their respective colleges (yes, that's about all I have on my mind!)
My beautiful Dog is still very fat... poor Tyme. Maybe I should post some pictures soon...
anyway, not much is going on in my life... I saw PotC2 again on Monday, quite fun. Yes, it is as good the second time through. the soundtrack is still amazing!!!
Comtess out.
The Comtess' account of the meeting on Routomaton
My Story for Trissy's Mum is done!!! here it is. I would like to know if I left something unexplained. Please keep in mind that I was not allowed to edit it, or my ooh's and aah's would be forfeit. thanks! -- The Comtess
The Comtess' account of the meeting on Routomaton
I had gotten the invitation to the get-together a few weeks early, and so I had plenty of time to arrange for transportation. After all, Routomaton is only a couple light-years from star base 27, my home sweet home. I had the privilege of being able to get passage on the Starship [i] Make Believe [/i], the third finest starship in the fleet. They have just sent word that they are going to be picking me up two days prior to what we had arranged, as they are in the quadrant a little ahead of schedule, but that doesn’t bother me, as I wanted to get there a little early to get a look around before the official party begins, but I hadn’t been able to arrange for that before. Maybe some of the other folks will show up early, too, and we can have some un-planned time together.
Trissy is pretty sure that her mom would be able to bring her and Trillian to Routomaton, so I have no worries on that account, but Maxxam, Fin and Sera are another matter. I’m not sure if Maxxam will be able to get away from his Ambassadorial duties for long enough to make it to the party, or if any of the Chocolateer’s will show up, as the treaty of peace has been a little shaky of late, but I certainly hope they will all show up, as it just won’t be right unless every single one of us YWP’ers shows up…
Enough of my worries, I have a Starship to catch!
I am currently on board the Starship [i] Make Believe [/i], and it is a very fine ship. I am not an important passenger, sadly, and I did not get a tour of the ship as I had hoped. Well, how much can one girl get to her favor in one trip?
I’ve been re-reading the invitation, out of lack of a better thing to do, and so far I haven’t found anything I missed the first time through. It says that I am invited to a party that is going to be held for the YWP’ers of ’05 on the 14th of August, on the planet Routomaton, on a flying Dust Bunny. It listed the coordinates for the party, plus directions for getting there through many other ways of transportation, including, but not limited too, camel, boat, lemur, and foot.
I was a little surprised when I first read the invitation. Why on earth are we going to be meeting on a flying Dust Bunny? I mean, really! Those things are SO yesterday! I had expected a Thorny Sided Water macaroon, or the like.
I realize that Dust Bunny’s are so old that the phrase has come to mean something completely different from what I’m talking about, so I shall describe it for you.
The original Dust Bunny was a flat circle with a pole through the middle that extended both up and down. The whole thing would rotate at extreme speeds. Now, the original Dust Bunny was never intended to carry anyone, obviously, for it is nearly impossible to board, not to mention impossible to stay on board. A later model of the Dust Bunny had special attachments designed for passengers. Directly above the flat circle was a platform that surrounded the pole, but remained stationary. This was where people would reside during there stay on the Dust Bunny. A more advanced “Party Dust Bunny” also had a lower platform that made it easier to get on board, and increased the amount of people you could invite. The two platforms were connected to each other by a rope ladder, which passed through a slot that was cut in the flat circle of the Dust Bunny, thus making passage between the two platforms pretty easy. Also, the lower platform had walls around it, so if you got queasy on the top, you could go downstairs and you’d be fine.
Having gotten thoroughly sick of reading the invitation over and over again, the thought hit me (WHAM!!!!) Who arranged for the party? I had thought that Trissy or one from her family had arranged for it, but they would not have picked a planet so easily accessible for me and hard to get to for the Chocolateer’s and Max! Or would they? I find this most curious.
I have arrived on planet Routomaton, and have acquired rooms close to the party site. Strangely enough, the Flying Dust Bunny does not seem to have arrived yet… how odd….
Having looked over my report of this journey, I realize that I have not explained why the Chocolateer’s will have a hard time getting here (besides the fact that they cannot be in the same room with a Frogenlander for five minutes without a war going on between the two parties). I shall now take the time to explain.
First of all, I think I should make it known that by ‘the Chocolateer’s’ I mean only Lady Seraphima and Lady Finduilas. I am not referring to Trillian or Mrs. Roper when I say that, because I know that they are coming, because Trissy tells me these things, and also, because they are Trissy’s family, I cannot help but consider them to not really be part of the enemy.
In the galaxy, Frogenland is just outside of the quadrant zed-alpha-omicron, and the Chocolateer’s planet is completely on the other side of the galaxy. Now, the Chocolateer’s have just had a completely secure meeting on their planet. Actually, no one is sure if it’s over or not, because the Chocolateer’s have not been seen around for the longest time… Now, Mrs. Roper and Trillian attended this meeting secretly and electronically. This much Trissy learned, and she was good enough to pass the information on to me.
So, for the reason that the Chocolateer’s are half-way across the galaxy, I say that they may not come. But, I do sincerely hope that they can come, as I said, it will not be the same without them.
With that out of the way, I can now describe my feelings about this planet.
I was beamed down to the coordinates listed on the invitation with an escort, whose only purpose was to ascertain whether or not I beamed down safely, and they left as soon as we materialized. As I looked around, I saw that the planet was very dull, and that no one seemed to be having fun. That disturbed me, so I quickly acquired lodging so as to be able to get away from the dullness of it all.
I do certainly hope that Queen Tristany and her family will arrive soon and alleviate the dullness….
They have arrived!! Queen Tristany, Lady Trillian, and the Honored Mrs. Roper got here the first thing in the morning. I went down and greeted them warmly, and, despite our many differences and opinions, I think we were all glad to see each other.
It didn’t take very long for me to clear up one thing. None of the Ropers had arranged this shin-dig. They all thought I had arranged it. We now assume that either Lady Fin or Lady Sera arranged it, as we know for certain the Max didn’t, as he may not even be able to come!
I now feel that the Chocolateer’s are, of course, going to be able to make, as one of them arranged for it, and the thought does ease my mind.
While we awaited the arrival of the others, and the Dust Bunny itself, we looked around the town. It was nothing very interesting, as I have said, but we managed to make the tour very lively.
Trissy was not exactly sure what a Dust Bunny was, but she was sure that it was NOT one of those filthy things you find under your bed from time to time, and I give her full credit for that. I explained to all of them, as it seems that none knew, and I was very glad that I had read up on the subject on the trip here, for they asked many questions that I would not have been able to answer otherwise.
After the self-guided tour, Mrs. Roper and Trillian went off to see what kind of accommodations they could get, leaving Tristany and I to amuse ourselves. As we had already looked around, and seen that there was nothing of any great consequence in the town, we decided to go for a hike in the wilderness outside of the town.
We set off briskly, following a path, of sorts, that seemed to be leading into the heart of the forest. We did not get far; however, for a herd of screaming penguins came waddling our way, looking fierce, so we decided to stay out of there way, and as that meant going back, we went back.
As we reached the town again, we saw that Ambassador Maxxam had arrived!! We headed straight over to him.
“Hello, Ambassador!” I said, shaking him by the hand. “Good to see you again!”
“I’m just delighted to see you arrived here safely, Comtess,” Max said, smiling, “And you, of course, O Queen Tristany!”
“It’s wonderful that you could make it, Max!” Trissy cried, beaming with pleasure.
“Did you come alone, or did your mother and sister accompany you?” Maxxam asked.
“Oh, Mum and Trill are just looking at what kind of rooms we can have here, they’ll be along shortly,” Tristany said happily.
“Yes, something I should do before too long,” Max said. “It is almost supper time.”
“Aye,” I said. “And you all will want to see the sunset! It’s simply marvelous!”
“Oh yes!” Trissy said excitedly. “I’ve heard that the sunset on Routomaton is unmatched!”
“Is that how you say it?” Max asked. “I always thought the stress was on the first syllable! ROO-toe-may-ton.”
“Oh, definitely not!!” I cried happily. “The stress is on the second syllable! Thus making it Roo-TAH-meh-ton!” Trissy nodded in agreement. Maxxam deferred to our judgment on this matter. After all, we had been here longer than him, plus, I lived very close by. Even though he’s an ambassador, he’s not at all stuck up!
We accompanied Max to the hotel where we were all staying, and on the way we started discussing who was responsible for the party.
“We think it must be one of the Head Chocolateer’s,” Trissy said. “As it wasn’t anyone from my family, I would know! Besides, we wouldn’t have stuck it on this awful out-of the-way planet! It would have been somewhere easily accessible to most everyone!”
Max appeared to be lost in thought.
“I can’t wait till they show up and the party begins, so that all this will be cleared up!” I said as we entered the building.
A clerk came up and asked Max if he needed a room. Max said he did, and he was led to the front check-in.
Trissy and I waited for Max to finish the arrangements, and while we waited we were joined by Mrs. Roper and Trillian, who had brought their stuff up to their rooms. Max finally came back to us.
“That’s odd,” he said. “They say they’re all sold out!”
“What!?” was the general outburst.
“It’s what they said,” Max said. “I’ll have to find another hotel!”
“I don’t remember seeing another in town…” I said.
“That’s okay,” Mrs. Roper said. “Trill, Trissy and I can share a room, and then you’ll be able to use the extra room.”
“That’d be awfully nice of you,” Maxxam said, and he and Mrs. Roper headed back to the front check-in. The clerk didn’t seem to want to let Mrs. Roper give up their room, but eventually he gave in. But he was still fighting, and he didn’t seem to want Max to be able to have a room within ten miles o the rest of us. But Mrs. Roper conquered him, and after about an hour Max was able to bring his stuff up to the room. Mrs. Roper and Trillian accompanied him to get their stuff out of the room and into their other room. Trissy and I waited in the lobby. We’ve been doing a lot of that lately…
It is now morning, and, according to the invitation, the shin-dig should start anytime now. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of the Chocolateer’s, as we figure that means the start of the party.
We have been avoiding the Hotel as much as possible; because that means that we are away from that Jerk of a clerk… He’s been trying to get rid of Max every time we see him! I find it highly disturbing and suspicious. In that light, we had breakfast together at a charming little restaurant a couple blocks away from the hotel. Of course, it would have been nicer if the waitress had been bright, happy and vivacious, but, seeing as nobody around is, we really didn’t expect it.
As we left the restaurant, we headed to a little knick-knack store to look around and chat for a while. We had been there for about a half an hour when Trill launched out of the store. Everyone looked after her in curiosity and wonderment, but we soon realized what was happening, because she ran up to two girls and hugged them. At this point we all ran out of the store, and headed over to the Chocolateers.
“Hey! Fin!!” I cried and hugged her as soon as Trillian was out of the way. “And Sera!!” I cried, beaming up and down. “It’s nice to see you again!”
All around me greetings were being made with great vivacity. I’m sure all the housewives in the town were covering their children’s eyes…
After a couple minutes, Fin asked, quite innocently, “So, when does the party begin?”
We all looked at her in amazement. “Didn’t you guys arrange for this?” I asked in amazement.
“Why, no!” Sera cried, also very perplexed. “We were sure Trissy did that!”
“No, we thought it was the Comtess!” Trissy said.
At this point everyone turned to Max, as he was the only one who hadn’t denied arranging it.
“You know I’m no good at this kind of thing!!” he cried, in his own defense. At once, everyone was satisfied by this.
“Well, then, who did?” Trillian asked quietly.
“I think we’re about to find out,” Fin said, pointing to an object that was moving towards us very slowly.
“It’s the Flying Dust Bunny we’re supposed to party on,” I said.
I feel pretty sure that it was the last model that was ever made, and that it hadn’t been used very much. It had the double-platforms, and the ladders connecting everything together seemed to be made of elven rope. I think I may have mentioned this, but no one said anything, except for Max who just said “Wow.”
Then we were all quiet as it got closer and closer with painstaking slowness. After a very long time it was within five feet of us. Four feet. Three feet. Two feet. One foot. Ten inches. Five inches. Just when I was beginning to think that we should get out of the way, it stopped just one inch in front of Seraphima, who was standing at the head of our group.
“Well, I guess we should head on in,” I said, after a pause. There was nodding all around me. It didn’t look like anyone else was headed in, so I took a deep breath, and climbed up the ladder into the lower platform.
The first thing I noticed as I stepped into the Flying Dust Bunny was the décor. The walls were painted pale blue with a white border, and there were quotes from people written in red all over the walls. The floor had a beautiful purple rug covering from wall-to-wall, and perfectly spaced across it, were the names and personal pictures of every person who was really active on the YWP.
Pushed up against the far wall was a big purple easy chair, and, seated in the easy chair, was an alien.
He was fairly humanoid, except that his head came to a blunt point at the top, and his facial features were all wrong. Plus, he was green and slimy. But, other than that, he looked like a human.
I started walking towards him; it seemed the only really logical thing to do! As I approached him slowly, the rest of the group started coming up. First up was Trissy. She gasped as she saw the room. Next up was Trillian; she took it all in pretty calmly. Then came Sera and Fin in quick succession; they didn’t seems to want to get too far from each other. Maybe they thought this was all a keen Frogenlander trap. I don’t really know, though.
Next came Mrs. Roper; she seemed very pleased by the décor. The colors matched just right! And, last of all, came Max, like a true gentleman. When he came up, the Alien seemed disturbed. His face (if you could call it a face, it was all bubbly and it’s only distinctive features were one big hole for a mouth and two beady lights for eyes.) darkened and he burbled menacingly. I stopped walking and motioned Max to come over to me.
“He doesn’t like you,” I whispered.
Max nodded. “I don’t know why,” he said. “But that does appear to be the case.”
Everyone grouped together to discuss what to do.
“We should blast it with the giggle cannon!” Trissy said. “That will distract him from us and we can make our escape!”
“We aren’t exactly trapped yet, Trissy, Queen,” I said. “Oh, yeah…” Trissy said quietly.
“We might try ignoring it,” Mrs. Roper said.
“No!” Seraphima cried. “We need to take some kind of action!!”
“I think we should ask him why he’s here,” Max said, in true ambassador fashion. “But I don’t think it should be me, as he doesn’t appear to like me.”
Everyone seemed to like that idea, even though Lady Fin desperately wanted to shoot something, it was easy to convince her, that, since we didn’t have any guns available, this was our best course of action.
Seraphima was delegated to be our voice, and so she stepped forward.
“Excuse me, Mister,” she said clearly. “Can I be so bold as to ask you why you are here?”
The thing burbled something. Sera returned to us to consult.
“Did anyone understand him?” she asked. “Cause I sure didn’t!”
Trillian nodded. “I have a Babel Fish in my ear, so I can understand any language.”
Tristany was slightly offended that Trillian had gotten a Babel Fish and hadn’t told her where, but Mrs. Roper managed to keep peace between them.
Trillian said that the Thing had told us that he was here because he wanted to be here. We then sent Sera back up, this time with Trillian to translate for everybody.
“Would you mind telling us, Sir, who and what you are?” Seraphima asked, very politely.
The Thing burbled or a while, and Trillian listened quite intently. “He says that since we are the intruders we should introduce ourselves first.” She announced.
Seraphima then proceeded to introduce each and every one of us, telling where we were from and what our titles were. She then repeated her request for his name and race.
The Thing burbled a little. “He says that he is a Brojninghaus and that his name is Vornschroar.”
Seraphima opened her mouth to ask another question, when Vornschroar started ‘talking’ again.
“He says that he will not answer any more questions, and that, if we want to live, we should hand over Maxxam.” Trillian said quietly. “He also said something about being sure to take it out upon the hotel clerk for letting him attend.”
We all looked at Maxxam. He shrugged, brave man that he is, and said, quite firmly, “And what if I refuse?”
We all waited tensely as Vornschroar burbled his reply. Trillian paled. “He says that if we don’t hand Max over, then we will all die.”
We all were grim as we headed over to the far side of the room. As I walked over, I noticed that the hole in the floor for the ladder was gone.
“What are we going to do?” Sera asked.
“I could really use the giggle-cannon right now…” Tristany said.
“Do you have one?” I asked hopefully.
“Well, I have a pocket-sized giggle cannon, but I’m not sure how good it’ll work on this alien…” Tristany said uncertainly.
“Try it,” I said firmly. “It’s our only hope.”
Tristany nodded, and we all headed back towards Vornschroar.
We shielded Trissy from view as she pulled the giggle cannon out of her pocket. She nodded quickly at us, and as one, we parted and she fired the cannon.
We all looked on eagerly to see the Brojninghaus’ reaction to the highly hilarious bullet.
It was rather disappointing. He made a deep noise that sounded like it came from the back of his throat, and that was it. It was over in five seconds. He then said something very long and (judging from Trill’s reaction) very threatening. “He says that we had better not try anything like that again,” She said quietly.
I looked at her in surprise. “That’s it?” I asked. “He sure took his time saying that!”
“Yeah,” she said. “His language is rather cumbersome.”
We retreated again, to discuss the situation.
“Anyone else have any ideas?” I asked.
“We should take a better look at this room,” Fin said. “Maybe there’s a secret way out!”
“Good Idea,” I said. “Let’s split up into groups of two. Fin and Sera, you go together, and check out that wall over there.” I pointed. “Mrs. Roper and Trill, you handle that wall.” I pointed to another wall. “Trissy, Max and I will handle this wall. I don’t think we should even try the wall behind Vornschroar. Let’s go.”
We went our separate directions, and started patting the walls carefully. We had made it to about half way down our wall, when Fin and Sera beckoned us all over to their wall.
“What is it?” I asked, as we all met by Fin and Sera.
“We found a bump.” Fin said. “We think it might be important.”
Before we could check it out, we all heard a voice from the other side of the room.
“Stand down, Vornschroar the Brojninghaus.” The voice said. We all turned to see who was talking. To our amazement and delight, we saw the Mercenary, Lauren. She was holding a banana rifle to the Brojninghaus’ side.
“Lauren!” someone gasped. I’m not sure, it may have been me.
Vornschroar said something, and we all looked to Trill to translate it. “He surrenders!” she cried. Everyone relaxed. Then, all of a sudden, the Brojninghaus dematerialized.
“Where’d he go?” Sera asked.
“He returned home,” Lauren replied. “I was hired to track him, coincidentally, he was hired to trap us here, and bring us home to his planet for observation, or something, but Maxxam had previously crossed the Brojninghaus’, and so they didn’t want him around. So, they bribed the clerk at the hotel to say they were out of rooms, forcing him to go fifty miles to the next town, where he’d be delayed by a thug they’d hired. What did you do to stop that?”
“We gave him our extra room,” Mrs. Roper said.
“Oh! I wonder why they didn’t think of that!” Lauren exclaimed.
We all stood around for a few minutes, until Trillian spoke up. “Um… Does anyone know thee way out of here? I don’t know about the rest of you, but I sure don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of my life!”
“Oh, yes!” Lauren said. “Just hit that bump you found, and the door will open.”
No sooner said than done! As we climbed down out of the Dust Bunny, we noticed that we had drifted out of the town a little ways, but not too far.
“What’ll we do now?” I asked, once everyone had climbed down.
“We can all head over to this splendid restaurant I know,” Max said. “It’s on a planet quite close by.”
We all decided that was a great idea, and so the party did actually take place, and much fun was had.
The End!
I am having a pretty good time here at Grandma's house, I have already finished one book (only about seven left!!!! what am I going to do!!!!) and I find that I have only really forgotten two things, first, (and most importantly) Deep Space Nine, season five (HOW COULD I!!!!!) and secondly, my belt. Not a problem any more, though, for we went to wal-mart and I got a new belt. it's only a little too big (and it's a small/medium!!!!) and it is pretty cute! while at walmart, I talked Mom (yes, this was before she left) into getting us a bag of dark chocolate hershey kisses, and six-pack of Sprite, and a bag of trail mix.
The Potc2 soundtrack arrived at home, and I got Sir D. to help me in getting on this computer from there (yes we were using our cell-phones), a long and complicated process that I'm sure you don't want to here about. suffice to say that I have now listened to it numerous times!!! it is so awesome!!!!! *dies*
Mom called after she got back home. at that time I was in the middle of my first time through my soundtrack, and Dotti was watching DS9 (it was on cable...) and we were in the same room, and all of the sudden the phone started ringing! it was quite startling, and I had trouble getting the phone out to answer it....
Now here's a problem... what shall we name the phone? I will give it much thought, and will get back to you on that. For now, release the super-fast psychopathic regenerating mechanical yorkshire terriers!
Alas! for I am undone! I had great plans to stay up late into the night talking with all my friends tonight, but, woe is me!! I failed to inform any of them, and they DIDN"T GET ON!!!! *wails* I am alone!!!!!! utterly and miserably alone!!!!! I must now wallow in freakish misery!!!!!!!
My softball season is now, officialy, over and done. We won the finals!! YES!!!
Yesterday I watched the White Sox game, they lost to the Twins, but I can't remember the score...
This Afternoon I watched the Braves lose to the Marlins, 6:1. I think some people hit home runs, but I can't remember...
Right now, I am watching the Cubs play the Cardinals. at this time, the Cubs are losing 3:2, but that could soon be rectified, as the Cubs are up, and they have two runners in scoring position (thanks to the pitcher, who hit a double!!) but, alas, they also have two outs. Earlier in the game, Todd Walker hit a solo home run, and immediately afterward, Micheal Barrett hit another home run, only his was out of the park. the next inning, the Cardinals got a runner on base, and then some person hit a home run, so they tied the game. and then, I think somebody else hit a home run... whatever it was, the Cardinals scored again.
Well, the Cardinals got out of the inning with out giving up any runs.
Tomorrow, we go to Idlewild!!!!
