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  <title>Geordi's journal</title>
  <subtitle>The personal log of an engineer...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Geordi LaForge</name>
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  <updated>2006-07-18T23:34:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:6114</id>
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    <title>Back to normal...</title>
    <published>2006-07-18T23:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-18T23:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, the Captain has returned from Deep Space Nine, Commander Riker's returned from Risa, and it looks like everything's getting back to normal, except for Data's absence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I really miss him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully we can set the ship back in motion, and get things even more on track.  After all, this ship was meant to explore, not be docked at a space station! :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:5668</id>
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    <title>Alone time</title>
    <published>2006-05-18T04:17:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-18T04:17:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nothing at the moment...</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*Geordi has finished with his shift, and retired to his quarters.  After showering, and changing into his pajamas, he climbs into bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tosses and turns a few times, can't get to sleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He lays back and stares up and ceiling.  Gradually his mind starts to wander, as his hand drifts to his nether regions.  There's always one tactic that never fails to help him slip off to dreamland...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Geordi moans as he runs his hand over his penis..his hips writhe underneath of him and gradually his thoughts turn into fantasies, as he becomes more aroused..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes...oh.....mmmn....oh....oh Data....&lt;i&gt;Data&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bucks suddenly, releases....and then collapses back on the bed, panting, sated, and somewhat dazed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eventually gets up enough energy to go clean himself off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heads back to bed and slips off to sleep...*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:5597</id>
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    <title>Okay so...</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T05:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T05:06:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fast Love - George Michael</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things are getting better.  Been talking to Counselour Troi dutifully for the past 3 weeks.  Though I'm still a little wary about myself, Deanna thinks I'm doing fine.  I've been gradually getting back to my normal work speed, and I've managed to finish up a few projects that I had been in the process of completing when all of this happened.  So I'm all caught up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind a little more work...but no one seems to be around as of late.  Most likely back on Deep Space Nine, knowing the rate that people have been coming and going around here ever since we docked at the Station to begin with.  I might go back down there later.  I would like to visit that Bajoran temple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I think I'll go relax and get myself something to eat. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:5253</id>
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    <title>Musings...</title>
    <published>2006-01-24T05:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-24T05:59:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fat Boy Slim - The Joker</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Man, it's been awhile since I've had some time to myself.  Since the lizard incident and more recent, ah, situations, I've been working doubletime with the Engineering team to make sure the ship's engines, facilities, and warp core are working properly.  It took a while to do, but it looks like things are back to normal...or whatever normal is around here, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that hard work..I've been re-evaluating myself a lot.  I mean, first there was the incident with the past lives transgression (THAT did not go well at all), and then the little breakdown with the warp core combined to a trip into the past to the NX-01.  And to put the icing on the cake, we have a virus onboard that dropped everyone's sexual inhibitions to about nil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately all that's cleared up..but regardless, it's left me with a lot of discomfort.  If my mind is so fragile that I go off kilter at the drop of a hat like that, maybe I shouldn't be on duty right now...&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.  I'm a little scared to talk to Troi because of the little mishap that happened last time.  However...it's her job to make sure my head is functioning properly, and my job to do the right thing to ensure that I perform my duties properly.  Maybe now that things have calmed down, I can get some piece of mind from her once and for all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:5035</id>
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    <title>Pet Peeve</title>
    <published>2005-07-18T03:52:56Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-18T04:19:22Z</updated>
    <category term="computer programming"/>
    <category term="tng engineering"/>
    <content type="html">*sits at his desk in his office thinking of the million and two times he's been called by the person in charge of the bridge to make a report just as things are extremely busy in engineering and taking the few seconds to report on his progress has occasionally made things very dicey in Engineering.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*has wanted a way to automize the reports, so they'll be accurate, but neither he or any of his engineers would have to report. But can't have the computer's voice do it as the captain insists on him or the engineer in charge to make the reports personally in an urgent situation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But maybe he could program the computer to make the reports in the voice of whomever the captain asks to make a report*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since Engineering is very calm at the moment he gets to work, first with all the various messages Engineering might need to make to the bridge under busy or urgent circumstances. The very circumstances in which Geordi feels that taking the few seconds to report is inadvisable*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(credit for Geordi's technospeak to &lt;a href="http://www.ruf.rice.edu/~pound/w-geordi.sample"&gt;which an ASCEML post mentioned.&lt;/a&gt; )</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:4664</id>
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    <title>Junk is in the eye of the beholder</title>
    <published>2005-03-26T01:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-26T01:25:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*arranges parts on top of a coffee table in Data's quarters on the NX. Looks at them and realizes they resemble either a huge 3 dimensional jigsaw puzzle, or just a pile of junk.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*secures the duct tape for easy use, gets his hand held welding laser ready, as well as some clamps that look similar to what a jewelry maker would use to hold wires and clasps in place.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picks up a tiny spring and a wire and welds them carefully together*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this should be possible. *mutters to self*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:4376</id>
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    <title>No room in the inn</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T23:15:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T23:15:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*has finished talking to Captain Archer and has been graciously permitted to roam around the ship free accept for known blocked off areas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopes Data won't mind a roommate because after seeing the captain searching in frustration for a room to put Geordi in, offered to stay with Data.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knows he's assuming a lot, but if Data isn't willing, which would be strange, but if he isn't, he could always bunk down near the shuttlepods.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sees Data* Hey Data! Wait up! *jogs to catch up to him*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:4226</id>
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    <title>Captain O Captain</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T06:41:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T06:45:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ooc: an hour after Data leaves Cargo Bay 2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*is tired of waiting for an official to come to the brig area. Wants to be able to explore the ship, spend time with Data and talking with the engineers of this time, especially Chris Kelly and Charles Tucker III*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to the computer and does a location check on the captain of the ship*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*finds that the captain is in Cargo Bay 2, heads there*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Recognizes him by having visited Starfleet Museum and having had a Jonathan Archer action figure, complete with a miniature Porthos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets near him just as two young kids run up. Hesitates, but notices Jonathan is looking right at him* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm Commander Geordi LaForge from Captain Picard's Enterprise.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:3966</id>
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    <title>Swing low sweet Shuttlecraft!</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T05:17:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T05:17:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*has been in the brig area for 2 days, no one coming to check on it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits at a table with crewman J. Blackquester, who works in Environmental Services, playing a game of cribbage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Hoshi was released to her quarters, but I'm beginning to wonder if that Foster fellow who ordered people to look for me has forgotten all about me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:3727</id>
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    <title>Hoping against Hope</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T22:53:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T22:56:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/_foster_/7859.html"&gt;from here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets out of the crawl space, approaches the brig carefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*figures out how to get in, opens the door and closes self inside.*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:3338</id>
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    <title>Search for Sanity</title>
    <published>2005-01-28T21:08:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-28T21:08:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stuck in a Rut, Oh the Darkness</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*after seeing Data, goes to the Warp Core*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart aching from knowing he hurt Data*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he kneels on top of the core*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Great Warp Core&lt;br /&gt;Glorious and wise and strong&lt;br /&gt;I serve the with every breath&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life to you&lt;br /&gt;I dedicated my soul to you&lt;br /&gt;Why must I loose everything to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my best friend?&lt;br /&gt;I hurt him oh so deeply&lt;br /&gt;I might as well have cut him&lt;br /&gt;I made his soul bleed&lt;br /&gt;I can not stand the pain &lt;br /&gt;I in my imperfection caused him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help me find my way&lt;br /&gt;To heal his pain&lt;br /&gt;To show him how much I cherish&lt;br /&gt;His friendship, his support&lt;br /&gt;How much I value him&lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;And like a brother to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was&lt;br /&gt;Back to the man I was&lt;br /&gt;Someone who was a good friend&lt;br /&gt;A loyal worker and caring boss&lt;br /&gt;To be like myself again&lt;br /&gt;Even a little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help it be&lt;br /&gt;Please make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Please listen to my pleas&lt;br /&gt;Help me Oh Great Warp Core&lt;br /&gt;I come to you on bended knee&lt;br /&gt;Help me become me again&lt;br /&gt;Please.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:3135</id>
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    <title>Sacrifices Must Be Made</title>
    <published>2004-12-06T01:38:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-06T01:38:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Here I Am, Australlia Hillsongs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*he gathers the Doodads, Whatsamacallits, and Thingamabobs taking them to Engineering*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*works on connecting them and places the gadget just above the warp core*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great Warpcore!&lt;br /&gt;Hear my plea!&lt;br /&gt;Hear my fervent cry!&lt;br /&gt;Hear my humble request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for your blessing&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your generosity&lt;br /&gt;Providing for the ship&lt;br /&gt;Helping Enterprise soar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are her heart&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of worship&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of respect&lt;br /&gt;Worthy of sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dedicated to you&lt;br /&gt;Will fullfill my duty&lt;br /&gt;And am honored &lt;br /&gt;That you chose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your high priest&lt;br /&gt;Your devotee and your slave&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed lizards to you&lt;br /&gt;To satisfy your hunger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not enough&lt;br /&gt;The greatest sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Must be given&lt;br /&gt;I must give you it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only truly great sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Is all that I am&lt;br /&gt;All that I have been &lt;br /&gt;All that I will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*places self above a device much like the one seen &lt;a href="http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/GuidePageServlet/showid-137/epid-19110"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; the one that made him and Ro Laren go out of phase with reality. But also a bit different.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he looks deep to the warpcore. Knowing that anyone falling inside is instantly incinerated.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sees the device is on and leaps. Falling down toward the core.*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:3007</id>
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    <title>Sacred duty</title>
    <published>2004-10-10T23:13:10Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-10T23:13:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dark Helmet theme</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*having gotten his hand treated by a nurse, he goes to shower*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after the shower, he thinks that the Great Warp Core deserves to have his worshipper's attired correctly. As the head of all those who serve within Engineering, blessed to be able to see and touch the Great Warp Core daily, he must be attired properly. Must make slight changes to his appearance so as to reflect the light and majesty of the Core.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so he picks his clothing properly before going once again to Engineering, wanting to start his day in worship and his morning in trying to persuade others to serve G. W. C. as she's known to her worshippers.*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:2710</id>
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    <title>How Great Thou Art</title>
    <published>2004-10-07T04:45:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-07T04:47:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Siren Circus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*goes to the hollodeck that the lizards are being kept in with a cage, carefully selects seven then heads to Engineering with them. It's Gamma shift and the crewman that is normally in Engineering at this time is taking a nap in Geordi's office, so he thinks he will be undisturbed. Sets the cage of lizards in front of the warp core.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He gets into the lotus position and rests his hands palm up, facing the warp core and starts to chant.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your presence&lt;br /&gt;   I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;Before your immense glory&lt;br /&gt;   I am insignificant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Heart of the ship&lt;br /&gt;   Immensely powerful&lt;br /&gt;I come here today&lt;br /&gt;   To honor you</content>
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    <title>Time after Time</title>
    <published>2004-09-26T16:46:00Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-26T16:46:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Let's do the time warp again,  Rocky Horror Picture Show</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*after his conversation with Data, walks with the Bajoran to this temple of hers. Perhaps he will learn more of this place he's found himself in. How he got so far from England and what has happened to his dear friend Sherlock*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:2198</id>
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    <title>*wandering around*</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T05:52:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T05:52:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dabo Wheel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*in the days he left the pale man pretending to be Sherlock, he has seen many strange sights. People with blue skin, a huge Troll with a bumpy forehead hiding in a closet, and a tentacled octopus walking down a hall.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*he found a place on ship where no one was and asked where he was. And who this Geordi was as people kept calling him that.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now he knew who Geordi was and that he was on a ship at dock. He decided to follow someone off of the ship and found himself in a city made of metal. He got separated from the people he had been following and just walked till he found a place full of people.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ran by a small troll with really big ears, willing to give him food and ale. He sat next to a really big, walrus like individual everyone called Morn and waited to see something that made sense.*</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:1958</id>
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    <title>Vamp!</title>
    <published>2004-03-14T00:28:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-14T00:28:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*has accompanied the vampire looking Data to his quarters. Looks around, the place is roomy and neat. Full of paintings, a stand with a violin on it and an open doorway to a bedroom with a big roomy bed.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice place. *goes to hold Data in his arms and kisses him* So now that we're alone together, will you make love to me?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g30rd1_laforge:1613</id>
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    <title>Lizard farming</title>
    <published>2004-01-23T23:16:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-23T23:16:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Xena Warrior Princess theme song.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;gathering the lizards and getting them out of place where I met the new foreman who insists on being called captain is hard. The more I take to other rooms in this huge beige building the more there seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even some people in this building with blue skin, a few with pointed ears and I thought I saw a big rock moving. I have transported reptiles to all different rooms of this ship, even put some in a room with a black deformed man who yelled "I am Worf, son of Moegah I am not afraid of lizards and then jumped up on a dresser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stands in corridor holding lizard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I near ten forward and holding a lizard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;*looks around strange area. Where had Ares sent her now? It must be Ares that sent her here as Ares was always behind anything that went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter where was her armour? Where was Argo? Where were the soldiers she had been fighting? Why was she carrying a lizard? and Where was Gabrielle.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Past lives</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T07:36:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-19T07:36:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I went to see Deanna today and talke to her of that Past Lives Transgression thing I read about. I asked her to take me through my past lives. It was very interesting, if I were to believe all I experience in them I have been various people at various times. The one that effected me the most though was seeing life through Kunta Kinte's eyes. I know that some of my own ancestors were slaves at one time, so that hit close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the transgression though, I've been feeling a bit off. Not quite myself. I have zoned out a couple of times, not sure what I might have done since lunch. Not that it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm sure everything is okay.</content>
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    <title>Cybernetic Dreams</title>
    <published>2003-09-23T19:37:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-23T19:37:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Memories" Barbara Streisand, I think</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*sigh* I haven't seen Data lately, we just seem to never be in the same place at the same time. I see him from a distance, but never up close. I've spent quite a lot of time with Melusine lately, a young woman who has come onto ship and says she's the daughter of Captain Picard and someone. Because of the way my "eyes" work I can see things others don't. She cut her hand on something today, I took a close look at the blood and sure enough she is the Captain's daughter or close relation at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the bioelectric field that surrounds her, it reminds me of someone. Maybe that someone is her other parent. All I know is that I could not tell who the other parent was from the blood I saw today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking of Data a lot lately how we used to go to the holodeck for Sherlock Holmes adventures, how we would sit with him painting or playing violin and me reading or doing whatever. How we used to lie in bed next to each other, sated and happy...</content>
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    <title>And now for a personal entry.</title>
    <published>2003-09-16T11:52:38Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-16T11:52:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Do you see my user picture? Do you? It shows &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_mr_data' lj:user='mr_data' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mr-data.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mr-data.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mr_data&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the background, if you'll notice. Those were happier days, I guess. Back when he still cared. Back when we used to do things together and still talk. Back when he remembered things like &lt;b&gt;our damn anniversary&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. It's our anniversary and he hasn't yet comm'ed me today to say anything about it. I left a gift on the dresser for him, but I haven't gotten anything so far. And how can an android forget, anyway? This is wrong. I'm thinking that I'll go talk to &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_deanna_troi' lj:user='deanna_troi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deanna-troi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deanna-troi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deanna_troi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after work today. I could use some cheering up. &lt;s&gt;And sex.&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <title>I see that Data's worried about what he said earlier...</title>
    <published>2003-09-10T17:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-10T17:18:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...good. He should be. I hope that he &lt;s&gt;is jealous&lt;/s&gt; will think next time before he makes comments like that. I tell you what, &lt;s&gt;having sex with&lt;/s&gt; helping &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_deanna_troi' lj:user='deanna_troi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deanna-troi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deanna-troi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deanna_troi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with her problems was sure fun. We used chocolate in ways I didn't know you &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; use chocolate before.</content>
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    <title>g30rd1_laforge @ 2003-08-26T01:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-08-26T09:27:39Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-26T09:27:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I have checked in and looked around at everyone's entries. Very...eye-opening. This might be a good place to ask for &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; friendship if things don't work out. People here seem &lt;s&gt;dysfunctional&lt;/s&gt; friendly. That's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name__lore_' lj:user='_lore_' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_lore_/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://users.livejournal.com/_lore_/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;_lore_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gets accepted aboard the original &lt;i&gt;Enterprise&lt;/i&gt;, since that will get him out of &lt;s&gt;Data's&lt;/s&gt; our way. I mean, it may be a bit &lt;s&gt;dangerous&lt;/s&gt; interesting for their crew, but at least there aren't any Borg in that sector of space back then for him to team up with.</content>
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