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Cleaning!

Thu, 18 Dec 2008 10:49:41 GMT

Tonight one of my housemates and I cleaned the fridges. My fridge isn't that dirty, but has a glacier that has formed down one half of the back. This tends to freeze anything left too close to it. I managed to melt/chip enough of it away that I could get the shelves out for a bit of a clean. I think it's slowly melting. The crispers keep getting iced to the bottom, and this is the second time I've removed large sheets of ice.

Now if I can just motivate myself to sort out the stationary all over my bedroom floor...

Moving House!

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 11:51:36 GMT

Well, I looked at one place today. I think I'll move there. It's in Woolloongabba. But I think that might be an hour commute. Especially going home, if I have to go through the city. :P

Nothing's perfect, I suppose. And if I really don't like it, I can move again. Think of the adventure, me. Think of the adventure.

I live!

Mon, 20 Oct 2008 13:15:58 GMT

I am going to move house. Closer to the city, so I'm in River Terrace ward boundaries. I need a change in my life. For the last year and a half, things have been comfortable and stagnant.

I think I'll look for a new job too.

Transformer Fic: This Is The Way You Left Me

Sun, 03 Feb 2008 11:55:06 GMT

Title: This Is The Way You Left Me
Area of Effect: G1
Rating: G
Warnings: Sappy
Categories: Romance
Characters: Dead End, Stunticons, OC
Summary: Dead End almost finds true love
Disclaimer: I borrowed the idea of Dead End being an avid reader from Dragoness Eclectic. Not sure if she made it up or got it elsewhere, but that's where I first saw it. Standard disclaimer: This is fanfiction, written for pleasure, not profit. Title taken from Mika's song, 'Happy Ending'.
Author's Note: Written for Wayward's 'Not True Love' competition.

Waking up was an unpleasant surprise. A surprise because Dead End hadn't thought he would. Unpleasant because as soon as he was on-line, his processor filled with error reports from his diagnostic programs. Yet here he was, lying with the dark metal of the Nemesis stretching above him, definitely alive.

Footsteps sounded on the floor, clattering their way towards him. He remained as he was, content that whomever was coming would come whether he acknowledged them or not. He did feel a faint curiosity, though – he couldn't recall whose footsteps sounded the way these did. The noise was not the loud banging most warriors made, not as thumping as the Constructicons tended to be, yet spaced too far apart to be a Cassettecon or other, smaller bot.

Abruptly he received an answer as an unfamiliar face came into view. He shifted his head to take in the stranger. The robot was dull green and grey, with the red optic visor so popular among Decepticons. Rotor-blades told of a helicopter alt mode, and despite a fair amount of bulk on the back, thick arms and wide hips, his legs ended in quite slender ankles. A purple Decepticon insignia clashed on the green chest plate, and, most oddly, the human Red Cross symbols were visible on his upper arms. The stranger looked bored.

“A real medic?” Dead End questioned. “What is this army coming to?”

“Oh, good, you're conscious,” The 'bot replied in a dull, but surprisingly high-pitched tone. “You can't walk yet, though. Well, you could force it, but the damage to your legs was extensive, and you'll break something if the repairs don't have more time to set. You probably don't care.”

“Actually, I happen to like being in one piece. Not that it really matters. It's only a matter of time before something breaks me into pieces that cannot be put back together,” Dead End informed him.

The other nodded.

“Excuse me, but you might wish to recalibrate your vocal output. You sound like this planet's females," Dead End suggested mildly.

The medic's lips twitched. “I happen to be female.”

“Oh,” Dead End paused. He hadn't anticipated that. “I was told all surviving female Cybertronians were Autobots.”

“Well, I guess I just blew my cover,” she drawled unenthusiastically. “I am Flatline. Shockwave brought me out of stasis to help free up the Constructicons to do,” she paused, apparently for dramatic tension, “more important work.”

“Ah. I don't see the need myself. Our eventual doom will come, despite your efforts.”

“Unfortunately not everyone feels the way you do, or I'd have more free time to read,” Flatline shrugged, a movement which involved a fair amount of motion as her rotor blades twitched to avoid crashing into each other, and Dead End found his curiosity rising once more.

“You enjoy reading? Have you read any Earth literature?” He asked, trying not to sound excited.

“No. I arrived just in time to patch up you and your colleagues, and am only now finishing up,” Flatline replied, her tone carefully neutral.

“I could recommend some titles, if you'd like,” Dead End offered.

She paused. “All right. Since most of the library servers are destroyed or off-line, I've already read all of my own book files.”

“You have Cybertronian works with you?” Dead End asked, not bothering hide his interest now.

“Some,” Flatline shrugged again, rotor blades dodging each other nimbly. Being helpful above the call of duty for the first time, she added, “I can give you copies.”

“Why, thank you,” Dead End replied, feeling much better about being on-line. Death would still come, of course, but if he couldn't be out racing towards it, reading would take his mind off being stuck inside.

Between battles Flatline had a fair amount of free time. Megatron saw her status as temporary and did not bother to assign her to patrols. She did a lot of pre-emptive maintenance work around the Nemesis, things the Constructicons had been putting off to pursue their own interests. The work was usually trivial, and Dead End began to accompany her when he was off-duty, as she was very agreeable to discussing the book files she had copied for him, and the Earth works he had directed her to.

And on those boring monitor shifts during the planet's night (when the Autobots appeared to take no interest in late night diving expeditions), Flatline began coming to 'assist' him, and the dreary hours of existence seemed to go much faster when they spoke.

“But technically a 'hobbit' is not 'born of man',” Flatline argued.

“You must take into consideration the usage of 'man', particularly given the time period the author lived in,” Dead End lectured. “Human languages shift across generations, sometimes quite dramatically. 'Man' is often used as a generic term, and could no doubt be applied to males of all species. Besides, in the movie the hobbit wasn't in that scene.”

“The movie is someone's interpretation, and may not reflect the author's original intent,” Flatline retorted.

“But it certainly was the woman's attack that finished him off,” Dead End replied.

“That's true,” Flatline agreed, gazing at one of the viewscreens showing Swindle gesturing frantically as Skywarp closed in on him. “In any case, I enjoyed the end. I dislike happy endings. They're too unrealistic.”

“How was that not a happy end?” Dead End asked.

“The hero, despite all his sacrifice and hardship, has far too many processor glitches to function normally amidst his people, and fails to fulfil the primary purpose of organic based life forms.”

“Oh?”

“Reproduction.”

“Oh,” Dead End said. “I considered it a 'happy ending' regardless.”

“He left his kind and sailed off to live among a different species forever. That's like... being stranded on Earth, never to see a Cybertronian again, and the humans with you will never die. Forever,” Flatline explained.

Dead End considered the idea. “That could quite possibly be a fate worse than death.”

“I think so. At least when you die, the pain is over.”

Dead End glanced at her from the corner of his optic band. “So... you're not into mercy killings, are you?”

Flatline stared at him for a moment. “I fix people. Pain is their problem.”

“Fair enough,” Dead End nodded.

Dead End looked up from his datapad after Motormaster's fist hit the wall beside his head. He was sitting with his legs over the edge of his recharge pad, and from his top 'bunk' was almost level with the taller transformer's head.

“Yes?” He asked.

“We were racing this afternoon! Where were you?” Motormaster leaned down to glare at him, the angry glow of his optics so close to Dead End's own that he had trouble seeing past his team leader.

“I was in the monitor room,” Dead End replied, voice mild, but he shifted slightly, anxious at being crowded against the wall.

“But you weren't on monitor duty,” Motormaster growled, his engine rumbling ominously. Dead End could make out the other Stunticons behind the imposing grey robot.

“That's correct,” Dead End agreed. Silence filled the room, apart from the growl of engines running, but that was really more of a fact of life and didn't count.

“Making friends with that medic may be useful later,” Motormaster finally spoke, “but to skip racing with us...”

“If you're looking for excuses to spend time together, we can help you,” Wildrider interrupted, making a fist. Breakdown and Drag Strip snickered.

“Yeah, and the repair bay is a lot more private,” Drag Strip teased.

“Look,” Dead End barked, thoroughly annoyed, “we go racing all the time. What does it matter if I didn't participate today?”

“It's a race,” Drag Strip said reverently.

“You have better odds of winning if I stay home,” Dead End snapped. Drag Strip frowning, quickly calculating the odds for himself.

Motormaster straightened. “You didn't come today. I can live with that. What about tomorrow?”

“I could be dead tomorrow,” Dead End said, rather automatically.

“Then you should have been racing today,” Motormaster declared smugly.

“Motormaster wins!” Drag Strip broke off computing to shout.

Dead End scowled wordlessly.

“You don't skip racing unless I say so,” Motormaster boomed.

“Or Megatron,” piped Breakdown.

Motormaster shot him a dirty look. “That goes without saying,” He growled.

Flatline adjusted her course to stay clear of the emergency helicopter bearing down on the hospital she had just passed.

{What is the traffic like near the bridge?} Dead End asked her over the comm channel.

{Moving a bit slower than the speed limit, but it shouldn't delay you} Flatline replied.

{Good. We'll make it for the movie} Dead End confirmed.

{I'll do a circuit and home in on you once you signal that you are in position}

{Acknowledged} Dead End murmured, then began to weave through the sluggish, human-driven cars with enviable skill.

While the large screens in the Nemesis off-duty rooms normally sufficed for entertainment, watching something that did not involve violence, vehicles, humiliation, or all three, was asking for harassment. Learning that a human group would be screening 'Pride and Prejudice' in a park – with a sturdy roofed museum opposite – was a chance too good to pass up. Some quick shift-swapping and the two were hoping for a hassle-free evening that would, hopefully, clear up some questions about the 'classic'.

He turned into the museum's loading bay, picked his moment, and flew up onto the roof. Settling into a spot that hid his profile from casual view, he sent a signal for Flatline to home in on. The shook-shook of double rotor blades approached, then steadied above him, then cut as she transformed and hovered down to land beside him. Sitting on her knees, she had to lean forward to give her blades room. Dead End scooted up to be level with her. The humans below moved around and fussed, and finally the sun went down completely and the screen lit up as the movie began.

The actors wore strange clothes, and the dwellings ranged from extremely primitive to primitive with opulent décor, and the humans spoke of love, marriage, money and feelings.

“Love is a strange thing,” Flatline mused as they watched the lead couple kiss in the sunrise. “Different for each couple. The word in this language has too many meanings to make it clear what the exact relationship is.”

“I suppose someone thought that would simplify it,” Dead End replied, turning to watch his companion rather than the boring human names now scrolling up the screen. “I thought the pacing was much too fast.”

“A condensed version. The book made more sense, and I had enough trouble trying to process it even after doing research into human customs of the time period,” Flatline snorted. She shifted slightly, turning towards him. “I think that taking one's time leads to better results. You can't rush repairing someone if you want them to function properly. You can't rush a love story without wondering what short-circuits were happening in the participant's processors.”

Dead End laughed.

“You agree with me, though. In the book, Miss Bennett and Mr. Darcy conversed at length, and had periods of contemplation before they agreed to break his prior engagement – earning an least one enemy – and marry outside their respective social classes.”

“Of course I agree with you,” Dead End agreed. “They took their time, and had what appears to have been a very happy ending.”

Flatline sighed, and a silence stretched between them. Flatline stared out over the park, and Dead End watched her. The movie, the relative quiet of the evening, and the lack of rude arguments resounding through metal corridors had left him feeling quite relaxed and yet, strangely on edge.

“If they had taken too long, though, perhaps nothing would have happened,” Flatline said quietly, and Dead End could think of nothing to say, so he simply nodded.

“I'll see you back at the base,” Flatline finally said, rising slowly from her awkward position. She waited a moment as Dead End also stood.

“See you there,” he replied, then watched as she jumped up and transformed, blades spinning furiously to catch her, and then she was airborne and flying at safe, civilian speeds to avoid undue attention while in city limits. Dead End didn't move for a while, though. Instead he analysed some new ideas the movie and the conversation had given him.

It was around midday, and his next patrol started soon, but Dead End wasn't thinking of that as he made his way towards the repair bay. He stepped through the doors, which opened automatically, and stopped. The doors waited a moment, decided he was clear, and swooshed shut behind him. The second thing Flatline had done, after repairing Megatron's rather sorry troops, had been to rearrange the repair bay so that the equipment and layout suited her size and style of work.

She was adjusting one of the tables, which had been shoved back to its original position almost against the wall, where Hook liked to keep them so that the Constructicons had room to putter on personal projects when they weren't fixing people.

Flatline looked up, and gave him a weak smile. “Hello,” she said.

“You're, uh, redecorating?” Dead End said, a feeling of foreboding sweeping through his systems.

Flatline shook her head. “Seems the Constructicons are finished whatever Megatron and Shockwave wanted them to do up on Cybertron. In an hour or so I'll be leaving for the Space Bridge. Have to take a shipment of Energon back, of course.”

“Back to Cybertron,” Dead End said dully. He felt like several of his internal components had suddenly been melted and then cooled back to solid.

“Yes,” Flatline replied quietly. “Back to Cybertron. Back to the stasis chambers until the Decepticon Empire rises and I am needed again.”

Dead End thought of several things then, and almost said some of them. 'None of them would change anything,' a small system process informed him. Nothing would change anything. And there was really no point in stopping it, because all roads led to pain, and death, and nothingness.

“Good bye,” He finally spoke.

Flatline looked confused, and a little hurt. She opened her mouth, then closed it and looked away. Dead End shifted, and turned to leave.

“Good bye, Dead End,” She mumbled as the doors closed behind him.

Dead End did not look up from his datapad when the doors to the Stunticons' barrack-style room opened. Four pairs of footsteps made their way inside, engines purring, idling and growling, but he ignored the abnormal silence of his brothers not speaking.

He did not look up, even after Motormaster's fist smashed into the existing dent beside his head.

“Where were you?” Motormaster boomed.

“I've been here since I got off duty,” Dead End snapped.

“Flatline left,” Motormaster said bluntly. “You weren't there.”

“We were all assigned to be on patrol,” Dead End shrugged, pretending to read.

“Our patrol routes were all around the Space Bridge area,” Motormaster growled. “Soundwave called us all in to stand guard during the actual launch. You know, in case the Autobots came?”

“I'd already said 'good-bye',” Dead End hissed, wondering idly how much more pressure the datapad could withstand from his hand.

“I thought you and her.. you know,” Wildrider made vague gestures with his hand.

“No, I told you before: She was just someone with whom I shared an interest,” Dead End said coldly.

“Really?” Breakdown sounded disappointed.

Dead End glared at the datapad.

“Maybe he's glitching,” Drag Strip mumbled to Wildrider.

“Maybe he's having a 'break down',” Wildrider returned, and the two began to snicker as Breakdown glared at them.

Abruptly Motormaster stepped back. “We're going racing,” He declared.

Dead End still didn't look up.

“We'll see you there, Dead End,” The larger bot said threateningly. He turned and stomped out.

“I'm going to win!” Drag Strip whooped and followed. The door closed, and there was silence again for a moment.

“I don't get it,” Wildrider spoke next. “I mean, you can ramble all you want about 'shared interests', but you look even more depressed than you were the last time Starscream took over.”

“I'm not depressed,” Dead End sulked.

“Well, you should have seen her off. She kept looking off into the distance, and I think she was looking for you. It might be ages till you see her again!” His brother continued, unabashed.

“If I ever see her again,” Dead End said, anger rising within him. His volume rose to match. “I could die at any time, her systems could suffer degradation in stasis, the universe could explode tomorrow! Get it yet? It's pointless! We're all going to die horribly, and there is no such thing as a happy ending!”

Wildrider and Breakdown stared at him.

“What about a happy middle?” Wildrider asked.

Dead End brought his gun out of subspace.

Surprisingly, he came on-line some hours later. The dark metal of the Nemesis repair bay high stretched above him, and the thump of Constructicon footsteps not far off reached his audios. He wondered, as he waited for one of them to notice his status, if the pain really did stop when you died...

Short & Sweet

Sun, 30 Sep 2007 12:04:07 GMT

Washed my car, have food, life is good. :)

Watching Transformer prices on E-bay... mm, alternators...

Happiness is my car CD player not breaking

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 11:33:30 GMT

Well, today work decided that they will send me to Adelaide for even longer. We have a lot of work down there all of a sudden. I find it fascinating how in life, things will all have a theme, or take place in the same time, or just have a common thread all at once. Like, last year had a pirate theme. Most of my new projects at work revolve around Adelaide.

Anyway, I'm going to eat more cookies and watch some TF before bed.

Night.

Where's my Starscream??

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 12:37:35 GMT

Who writes these online quizzes?? It's because I said I wanted to own iRan instead of an iPhone, isn't it?

I AM 69% MEGATRON

Take the Transformers Quiz

This quiz has good questions - I can't tell which ones are leading to which character. I went back and tried to get Starscream, but ended up getting Frenzy. I'd try for Optimus, but I should really get some sleep. Oh well, at least I got a leader the first time. Fear my fusion cannon!!!

PS: I got my mp3 Soundwave, and he works and is adorable. In a box-kind of way.

My life

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 11:48:55 GMT

My little sister wanted me to post. Life is good. Work is very busy at the moment. I've had to focus on an emergency job, and everyone seems to have called in with small things they want me to look at, so my call list is huge. Hopefully things will quiet down for a few weeks so I can work through them. We're going to trial a new way of answering phones which means I should have fewer interruptions. Yay.

Transformers have somewhat replaced Batman as the focus of my existence. I'm still getting Detective Comics, of course, but there's just something about giant robots. I keep hoping my car will transform.

So busy this last week. Kept staying up late because I'd go out in the evening and then get back and unwind and opps! It's 11!! I need to be in bed well before then, or I end up feeling run down, and then I get cranky and stressed.

:P

I bought Mirage. Now I need Optimus Prime, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Prowl, Jazz, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and one more Autobot for even numbers, Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, the Stunticons and maybe Megatron (I was thinking of getting one of the non-transformable ones so he looks better. Besides, I don't need a toy gun). And Soundwave as an mp3 player.

Quizzes

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 01:34:19 GMT

Bringing you another quiz!!

I took the "The Animal Spirit" quiz on gURL.com
		My animal spirit is... The Dolphin According to shamanistic wisdom, the dolphin is a great and generous communicator. Dolphin people tend to be very friendly and intelligent. They don't hold grudges and seem to spring out of bad moods much more quickly than other people do. Read more... What is your animal spirit?

First Live Journal Fanfic. Squee.

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 14:25:41 GMT

Title: Double Trouble
Area of Effect: DCU, Countdown
Rating: G/PG
Warnings: Pity parties.
Categories: Action, Suspense
Characters: Donna Troy, Kyle Rayner, Jason Todd, Superboy-Prime
Summary: In which Jason Todd plays mind games, isn't afraid to bluff his way through a tight spot, and apparently has big plans for the multiverse.
Spoilers: Yes, for Countdown and other titles that aren't out yet
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, don't own DC property, blah.
Author's Note: Makes more sense if you've read the latest issues of Green Lantern and Blue Beetle, have been following Countdown (including the advertising), and remember the last crisis.

Introduction:
In the upcoming 'Search for Ray Palmer', Jason Todd, Donna Troy and Kyle Rayner go traipsing through the multiverse, visiting different worlds, looking (obviously) for Ray Palmer.
The three of them have been using the Bleed (a strange nothingness that the Monitors can't monitor that connects the multiverse) to go from world to world, having adventures and discovering new fantastic things. But their journeys have not gone unnoticed, and on their last world, they met the Inventor, who told them strange and wonderful secrets about the Anti-Monitor. The same Anti-Monitor who, you know, monitors everything just like the Monitors do. Secrets he doesn't want them to know... Secrets he needs kept secret. And now, our three intrepid heroes (or two intrepid heroes and one anti-hero) stand poised in space above yet another earth, debating their strategy, unaware the danger streaking up behind them...

Something rushed past them, and a figure slammed into Donna, sending her rocketing into the atmosphere below.

Superboy-Prime turned to face Ion and Jason.

"You," Ion growled, summoning green light to smash the boy with.

Jason felt the ring under his glove, the one they'd recovered from the last world. It worked a bit like a Green Lantern ring, glowed a lurid orange colour, and its limited power didn't seem connected to Jason's willpower, desire to cause fear, or anything else he'd been able to discover. But it did let him breath in space without relying on Kyle, and he could open the Bleed with it. He scooted himself back away from the two combatants.

"The Anti-Monitor wants you dead!" Prime declared.

"Then he can come discuss it with me himself," Ion replied, "but you hurt Donna, and you're going down!"

The Green Lantern charged Prime, who side-stepped with ease.

"She's no match for me," Prime sneered, "and neither are you!"

Jason moved back further as they began to fight close up. Ion's power shoved Prime back, but the green fists and fighter jets and clapping hands just didn't seem able to hit Prime hard enough to knock him down. And then suddenly, Prime wasn't there. He began smashing into Ion, faster then the eye could follow, pushing him out of Jason's range to see. Towards the sun, and Jason had to look away, even with the filters in his eye mask.

"Great," The young man muttered, the ring responding to his thoughts and moving him towards the earth. "I wonder if this thing can do atmospheric re-entry? I suppose if I ease in slow enough? Damn crackerjack reject."

He flew clumsily towards the planet, hovering just as the ring began to pick up atmosphere. Then before he could try and work out some theory about angles and not burning up, Prime was in front of him. Mere inches away.

"Look at you, you didn't join in. Don't you care about your friends?" Prime sneered.

"I'm not really in your weight class," Jason shrugged. "They're the heavy hitters. I do stealth."

"So you're just going to stand there and die? Aren't you mad I killed your friends too?" Prime demanded.

"You didn't kill any of my friends," Jason replied nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. "In fact, you're the reason I'm alive."

Prime hesitated, thrown by the unexpected response.

"So, I heard a fair bit about you. Why did you decide to go on a murderous rampage? I did mine to prove a point, although," Jason frowned, "it didn't work out the way I wanted. I'm still working on a new approach."

"I...," Prime started, staring at him. He stopped, silent.

"I just wanted to compare notes, is all," Jason said after a moment.

Prime glared at him, defiantly, daring him to laugh or mock. "I didn't mean to."

"So what happened? Why'd you crack?" Jason asked, keeping his voice soft, curious, without any hint of accusation.

"You don't know what it's like," Prime said softly. "My whole world is gone. Everyone who loved me, everyone I loved, everything. No one cares..."

He trailed off.

"There's no where for you to go, no one you can go to, and it doesn't matter how much you beg, wish, or pray, you can never get it back," Jason finished.

Prime looked at him, cautious.

Jason took a deep breath of ring-created air. "When I was little, my Dad disappeared. About a year later, my Mum got sick and died. Mum was... my whole world. When she died, I had nothing. No one to look after me. No other relatives. I didn't trust strangers, so I had to run away. I had no home, never knew when my next meal would come... I know what it's like, to lose absolutely everything," Jason finished. He was quiet a moment, then continued. "Then I got a new family. Then I died and when I came back, everything had changed. It was like I was forgotten. Like my life had made no difference at all. There was even... someone in my costume, using my name."

Jason bit his lip. "I mean, I was dead, so I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me. Hurt though. What hurts worse is that... he had time to learn to do a better job then I did. Time to make friends. People like him. If he died, people would miss him. No one missed me."

"Yeah, that's what it's like," Prime murmured. "My parents, my friends, they're gone and now I'm here, but I'm not supposed to be here. No one knows me, no one missed me. There was some stupid guy using my name, and he didn't even wear the right costume! He was weak and a loser and everyone liked him. They hated me!"

"People are jerks," Jason said, shrugging. "But, I still think those with power should protect the innocent people. I mean, there are lots of decent people who don't deserve to be hurt, or die. Don't you think? I mean, you're Superboy. You saved people all the time on your world, didn't you?"

Prime nodded. "Yes. I was a hero."

"Do you still want to be a hero?" Jason asked, eyes narrowing slightly behind his mask.

"I... I can't. I killed those people. Everyone here thinks they're heroes, and they threw me in that stupid prison. They didn't care that I lost my whole universe!" Prime yelled, fists clenching in anger.

"Superboy. Clark."

Prime's head snapped up.

"There are 52 different worlds. Just because the people in one world got the wrong impression doesn't mean you can't start new somewhere else," Jason suggested. "I mean," he spread his arms, "There are 51 other worlds, why not one where you are needed, where you can make new friends, and find a new family and be a hero? You can't go back, you know. You and I, we'll never have exactly what we've lost. But I found a new place last time, so there's no reason you couldn't. The Anti-Monitor will destroy everything except the anti-matter universe, where he will rule, correct?"

Prime nodded.

"So, you'll get to spend the rest of your life with him, the Sinestro Corps, and a wanna-be Superman cyborg. None of them sound like heroes to me. So once everything else is gone, if you want to be a hero, you'll have to find some civilians there and fight all your former allies. Wouldn't it be easier to go and find a nicer place? I'm going to stop the Anti-Monitor, so you're new world will be safe. And if anyone from my universe tries to chase you down, you can point out that you defected and saved them a lot of trouble by leaving early. And beat the snot out of them."

Prime stared off into space. "Do you really think that could work?"

"Yes," Jason stated.

"But," Prime looked back at the youth in front of him. "I don't know how to go to the other worlds. The Anti-Monitor opened a gate for me to come through to here, and until I report back, he won't open up another one for me to return."

"Well, if you want to wait in the Bleed or something, I can help you once I've stopped the Anti-Monitor," Jason suggested. "The ring lets me open a way in and out of the Bleed, and I'm getting pretty good at navigating it. I'll take you through the other worlds.

"You promise?" Prime hissed, eyes narrowed.

"I promise," Jason matched his glare.

"All 51 of them?"

"Until we find one you like," Jason agreed.

Prime crossed his arms over his chest. "Then I'll help you stop the Anti-Monitor."

Jason grinned. "Cool. I have an idea, but we need to go before he reaches us."

Prime followed Jason's finger to a patch of green light approaching at an alarming rate.

"Hold on," Jason grabbed Prime by the arm, and used his ring to open a gate into the Bleed. The two slipped through and the portal winked out behind them.

More Quizzezzessse!!!!

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 11:22:20 GMT

The Alignment Quiz! (And my result was such a shock... not...)

Your Score: Lawful-Good

88% Good, 20% Chaotic

Plane of Existence: Mount Celestia, "The Seven Heavens". Description: Countless paladins and saints have ascended here. Notable Inhabitants: Angels and Devas.

Examples of Lawful-Goods (Ethically Lawful, Morally Good)

Aeris "Aerith" Gainsborough (FFVII)

Superman

The Tick ("Lawful Stupid")

Abraham Lincoln

Sherlock Holmes

Phileas Fogg

Captain Picard

A person with a lawful good attitude believes in the use of authority and rule of law to bring good to the greatest number of people. Her/His actions support the status quo and s/he uses systems and organizations to achieve good goals.

S/He will keep his/her word and value truth.

S/He will avoid the use of poison and use violence only when authorized to do so or in self defense.

S/He may or may not be disciplined, organized, emotionally restrained, caring, compassionate, and peaceful, but s/he believes that these are admirable qualities.

Respects law and order and is willing to suffer limitations on individual freedom for the benefit of the group.

Puts moral principles before material considerations.

The lawful good person will be a very faithful member of a group, but if the laws of the group clash with the ethics dictated by his or her moral alignment, the lawful good person will probably leave that group and look for a group more closely aligned with his or her ethics.

The lawful good person is an active advocate of his or her beliefs.

Lawful Good "Saintly"

"Crusader"

A lawful good [person] upholds society and its laws, believing that these laws are created to work for the good and prosperity of all. He is both honest and benevolent. He will work within the established system to change it for the better, and strives to bring order to goodness that other good-aligned [people] might pool their resources to better the world. A lawful good [person] combines a commitment to oppose evil with discipline. Most lawful good [people] live by a strict code of honor, or by the rules of conduct set down by their deity. They will generally selflessly act by these codes even at the cost of their own life.

Lawful good combines honor and compassion for the innocent.

A knight/paladin who always follows the orders of his superiors is an example of a lawful good [person].

Other Alignments and Tendencies (Tendenices are what you would more often sway towards; esp. for Neutrals):

0-39% Good, 0-39% Chaotic: Lawful-Evil

0-39% Good, 40-60% Chaotic: Neutral-Evil

0-39% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Evil

40-60% Good, 0-39% Chaotic: Lawful-Neutral

40-60% Good, 40-60% Chaotic: True Neutral

40-60% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Neutral

61-100% Good, 40-60% Chaotic: Neutral-Good

61-100% Good, 61-100% Chaotic: Chaotic-Good

Link: The Alignment Test written by xan81 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Some random weird quiz I don't understand, but was hilarious to do!

What type of Fae are you?

A Death Note Jung Quiz, which is kind of a cool concept. I would be cooler if I actually read Death Note like my little sister keeps pestering me, and knew who Light Yagami was!

Your Score: ENTJ

You scored 50% introversion, 57% intuition, 71% thinking, and 64% judging!

ABOUT THE TEST

This personality test is heavily based on the Kiersey Sorter. In essence, it measures your personality across four variables: Introversion-Extraversion, Intuition-Sensing, Thinking-Feeling and Judging-Percieving. There are both positive and negative attributes to each of the traits.

Introversion-Extraversion: Generally, people who score high on "introversion" are reserved, quiet people who keep to themselves whereas people who score low on "introversion" are outgoing, friendly people who are extraverts.

Intuition-Sensing:
People who score high on "intuition" are guided by gut instinct, they go on intuition as opposed to people who score low on this trait, who prefer to rely on established fact and their senses, rather than their own belief.

Thinking-Feeling: People with high scores on "thinking" rely more on their head to make decisions, whereas people who score low on "thinking" rely more on their heart to guide them. (Note: this has no bearing on a person's intelligence level; it merely refers to the way in which they make desicions.)

Judging-Percieving: People who score high "judging" are firm, decisisive people, whereas people who score low on this trait are flexible, accomodating people.

YOUR RESULTS

Stats: Approximately 6% of population.

DN characters with this type: Light Yagami.

In a nutshell: "Life's natural leaders."

Desciption: Assertive and outspoken - they are driven to lead. Excellent ability to understand difficult organizational problems and create solid solutions. Intelligent and well-informed, they usually excel at public speaking. They value knowledge and competence, and usually have little patience with inefficiency or disorganization.

The category write-ups displayed here are not entirely my own; some of this info has been taken from personalitypage.com and some from changingminds.org, both of which are excellent sources of information about personality types. The test questions came in part from Please Understand Me II, another excellent source of information about personality types. Finally, if you'd like an incredibly detailed essay on your personality type, try typelogic.com who have a serious level of detail for anyone wanting to know more about this subject.

The Deathnote pics were made by me using scans by TOWNL and from deathgod.org. Thanks to LateNiteSlacker and Uchiha_Shadow for helping me categorize the various characters.

Want see who else you might have been, or what types the other DN characters are? For your own personal information...

And typewise:

Thanks for taking my test, I hope you enjoyed!

Link: The Jung Type Death Note Test written by the_hamster on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Lastly... I am orange. I like orange. Everyone should own a piece of orange underwear.

What color is your soul painted?

Orange

Your soul is painted the color orange, which embodies the characteristics of balance, heat, enthusiasm, flamboyance, playfulness, aggression, over-emotion, danger, desire, strengthens the ability to concentrate, attraction, adaptability, and stimulation. Orange falls under the element of Fire, and symbolizes glory and fruits of the earth.

Click Here to Take This Quiz

Quizzes and Personality Tests

Posting for the sake of it.

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 10:56:33 GMT

I'm due some entries.

You scored as Barbara, You are Oracle. You are a strong, independant person, and although yo've been forced through huge changes in your life, you've found a way to be content with the way you are. You are a brilliant researcher and your skills with computers are prodigious. Find someone that appreciates you, cause you rock.

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Barbara

83%

Alfred

73%

Spoiler

68%

Dick

63%

Batman

55%

Robin

43%

Batgirl

35%

Jason

15%

which batman character are you?
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I wanted to be Spoiler, but thought I'd answer 'correctly' for myself and see who I got. Some of those questions are kinda obvious (aversion to crowbars? Now, who could that be?). Still, Spoiler was third on my list. I really liked her. :P

Apparently, I am not cool

Mon, 11 Jun 2007 09:54:11 GMT

My little sister gives me guilt if I don't post occasionally, and I'm trying to put off doing some things I should be doing, so I thought I'd post.

Work was a drag today. Nice and quite, because it's a public holiday in most states here, so there weren't many calls. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to want to work easily. Rotten machines. I've just updated all my PC tool-programs, so that's nice. Next time someone needs their computer cleaned, I have the latest versions plus a couple of new toys (er, fully dependable free-ware programs).

I found out today that you can take police cadet training if you were contacts or glasses. Isn't that great?

I think I'll try and get an early night tonight. I've been feeling pretty tired lately.

Testing LJ Cuts

Mon, 07 May 2007 02:42:14 GMT

These are spoilers

I still live!!

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 12:30:49 GMT

Well, the Batman fanfic is slowly coming along. Not that anyone else on the planet cares.

I went to the USA for three weeks. It was pretty fun. Went to Disneyland and got pirate mouse ears with my name on them. Work is a bit stressful, but I am trying to keep up with everything and think outside the box. And inside it, too.

I need more sleep & exercise, but then, most of us do. I shouldn't post really late at night. I've been invited to two parties lately, which is really exciting! I'm hoping to convince my boss to pay for an SQL training course for me as well. I've been researching some possibilities to give him a move along. Lets see how we go - I think upskilling is exciting.

Happy Christmas!

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 12:37:11 GMT

Hi all!

So I'm finally updating like I'm supposed to. It's Christmas in three hours. Cool. I have decided to write a Batman fanfic, as useless as that is. So I'll have to go find some livejournals I can post it to.

I'm getting some surprise presents this year, which is nice. :) I enjoy surprises.

Hum, I think that's about all I have to say right now.

New Journal!

Sun, 23 Jul 2006 09:57:28 GMT

Right, I've created this journal to be able to participate in the communities here, but I think I'll try and keep a bit of a personal journal as well. Time will tell.