Archive for November, 2013

Aliens resurrecting

while watchign a documentary about how water and other compounds for life as we know it, are found throughout the solar system I have begun puzzling at history. Early universe history that is.

The organic compounds that were delivered to (probably all the planets of our solarsystem) earth by comets had to have come from somewhere.

Panspermia?
Maybe, bacteria and what makes them, are very hard to kill. They can lie dormat in frozen cores of comets for aeons and then thaw when the thing crashes.
The supposed discovery of alien bugs in the upper atmosphere seems to support that theory.
It is confirmed, however, that at least components of nucleic acid are present in comets.

Selfinsemination?
Our sun is a third generation star, meaning that after the big bang a star formed. Much bigger, much brighter and much hotter than ours. It burned out quite fast (in stellar terms), blew up and left material behind that hasn’t been there before.

During the normal fusion process of a sun burning there is Helium created by fusion of Hydrogen. But in a supernova all the other stuff is created! Everything that we know, and are!
It is all created in a violent explosion.

The second generation star might already have had a planet with life on it, or at least a primordial soup sloshing around in it. Once that one blew up these building blocks of life might have remained withing the zone of destruction, our sun formed in that cloud, so did our planets, and earth. The entire system might have brought life to itself. Or it happened like this and life came from somewhere else entirely. (Go back to Panspermia)

Omnipresence?
Perhaps life is just like the religous people claim for their gods: Omnipresent.
It has a chance to sprout everywhere in the universe, and does so quite often. Only recently remnants of a solarsystem had been discovered in which a planet once had existed that consisted of 20% water! (Earth consists only of 0.02% water, the rest is rock. Please, don’t confuse the entirity of the planet with just the surface.)
Just think about that. A planet that is 20% water! How much life could be there?!
A friggin lot.
Perhaps there were water aliens. Maybe they built spaceships and left their planet before the star died taking their homeworld with it. Someday they might turn up on our little planet, a rather dry spot for them, but it might suffice.
Perchance they drill down into Europa’s surface or Enceladus’s and make a base there?
What we might find out there in the universe is beyond count. Beyond imagination. We will find life, sooner or later (if we don’t kill ourselves before then, that is)

What ever the truth is, it is beyond us for the moment, but we will find out sooner or later. Perhaps there is life based on other substances than carbon? Who knows. Let’s land on Titan, and find out. I figure it is the best spot to look for alien life based on other elements than carbon.

I hope we discover some sort of alien life within my lifetime.

A.

Circle Journal – 3 Succubi (ep 10)

Orlon lost the tension he had built up anticipating a battle, he stared at her with a confused expression around his eyes, studying her eyes with deep seated pain shining out of them. “You want me to kill you?”

Softly the Succubus nodded, she had her eyes closed, awaiting a blade piercing her heart at any moment. “May I inquire why?”

Releasing an elongated sigh she let her shoulders sink, the wings on her back touched the ground. “I am a disgrace to the Succubi and since I am a god fearing woman ever since I was cast out I can not kill myself.” her look seemed to beg for his blade to invade her flesh.

Orlon put his dagger back in its sheath. “I implore you to tell me more of yourself.” his voice was still mesmerizing to her, but it was again out of his control. Feeling a little cold she put both the chainmail vest and the cloak back on. “I was removed from the sisterhood when I did not find it in me to kill an innocent man. Since my father was a Cambion and my mother a Succubus they deemed me too much of a human to stay with them.” she pulled the cloak tighter around herself. “The demonic blood in my veins does not burn, hence the clothing. I probably couldn’t kill a man like a Succubus even if I wanted.” Orlon stood next to her cart the two had moved off the road and he listened to her talking. The burning of the demonic blood, he knew more about that topic than he liked. In the heat of battle it sometimes became overwhelming. Turning him into a berserk, let loose on the hell brood he fought, but a danger for allies too close to him as well.

“Still, you can do magic, I can’t.” he tried to raise a positive point. “My companion was an armed mage, meaning he swung sword and staff, he was human. When he lived there was no problem to get a charm spoken, a gem enchanted or a spell cast. Now I have to travel to Cliffton Abby.”

Julia looked at him from the corner of her eyes. Questions about the Cambion next to her spooked through her mind. How did he grow up? How did he find out about his heritage? Julia was uncertain how to cope with her own existence, she longed to know how he could cope with it. “How?” she turned her head to him.

“How, what?” he used his voice with intent, piercing her eyes with his look. “Everything about you, how was your upbringing? How do you cope with what you are?” she took.a breath to continue, but was interrupted when Orlon raised his hand. “I grew up in the Abbey, there was an orphanage there, I found out about myself when I was an adolescent, and I cope by killing off the hellspawn infesting this earth.” his look became apologetic, Julia nodded with a kind smile.

What the Jizz?

Let me introduce you to my dilemma:

At the office we have a restroom for men and one for women. So far, so good.
As a male, you enter the restroom and find yourself in the room with the sink, through a not lockable door you get to the urinal, next to which the lockable stall is located. So far, so sill good.

Now, I could tolerate cum in the normal toilet. I’d be grosed out, and probably set my disinfectant on fire on top of normally just spraying, but I could tolerate it.
I even could understand to a certain degree.

But Jizz in the urinal??? With two doors in your back THAT CAN’T BE LOCKED??
Everytime footsteps draw near my heart would stop and my erection would wither away in the position of that guy. But repeatedly I now saw cum in the urinal!
What kind of speed-jerk-off is that guy?
Jesus Banana waxing Christ!

All the thrill-seeking-jack-off action aside, I’m still hung up on the speed that dude has to have! What is he? An android?
“Ratatatatatatata done!”?? O.o
Is he on steroids? Speed?

Despite that – YUCK! Use some toilet paper, and do it in the stall, you filthy animal.
I hope the speedwanker washes his hands afterwards. *shudder*

Take care, use disinfectant, and watch out people, (us) men are disgusting…
A.

Circle Journal – 3 Succubi (ep 9)

“Where will you go, if I may ask?” Mariana looked at the luggage he left her to guard. “Cliffton Abbey.” was his short breathed reply. Although she had learned of his secret, and his words had gotten a harsh tone, he still could’ve talked her into anything.

Not much later did she catch herself staring out the widow with the barmaid and the prostitute, watching him ride away.

 

In monotone, oversaturated green and brown colors did the landscape fly by, only intersected by a few swollen rivers and the sky between mountains and hills. The sky presented itself in various shades of blue and grey, as the damp weather didn’t seem to pass entirely. At first Otlon had krpt a quick pace but doon had slowed his horse to keep it from exhausting. Traveling always was Orlons favorite psrt of life, even when Argho was still alive the two seldomly spoke when traveling, whether it was on foot or by horse, on roads or the wilderness.

Quietly listening to nature, observing the world around him with all his senses, enjoying the beauty of it all, gave Orlon more satisfaction than any conversation ever could. He didn’t know whether it was a personality trait, or his conflicting heritage that made him sensitive to natures beauty, but Argho seemed to be enjoying himself too in those quiet hours and days.

Other sounds than his horse’s reached his ears. A cart that moved through the landscape, pans banged against one another, as well as the squeaking noise of a lantern that was mounted on the cart. By the sound of the hooves in the soft wet soil Orlon estimated that it was pulled an oxen.

To his annoyance there also was a nagging feeling of a Succubus close by appearing in his mind, overshadowed only by soft song. A young woman sang about old heroes of folklore and how those came to be. After a few minutes the cart came into vision.

Both he and the hooded figure on the cart stopped a few meters from one another. “I bid you a fair day!” he yelled over, noticing leather gloves holding the wrings, the face was completely covered by the hood. “As I bid you!” came the shy voice of a young woman from underneath the hood. “You should hurry on homeward or wherever you are going, these parts are not the safest place in the world!” Orlon was deeply disturbed by the presence he felt, but could not see yet, the high standing vegetation around the road blocked his view. “I think I will be fine.” hood woman replied, “However, I sense you should be going.”

Orlon drew his dagger after he jumped from the back of his horse. “I urge you to show yourself to me!” he used his voice intentionally on the woman, mostly he had no control over it, but sometimes he could use it on command.

A small explosion ripped apart the soil at his feet, as he looked up again the hood was lying empty on the cart, a young Succubus stood next to it, a mage staff in her gloved hands. He was surprised to see her wearing leather pants and a small, revealin, chainmail vest. “You will be doing fine as well I see.” she purred. The staff had split open on its topside, a small golden lightning bolt jumped between the three tips. Suddenly it closed, she threw it back on the cart. “You must be of the people guarding the forest, a Cambion.” Orlon was uncertain whether he should attack or not. She was unlike any Succubus he had ever encountered before. “If you are I have a request,” she continued inching slowly towards him. “please, kill me.” she tore the chainmail vest over her head, revealing her bare breasts and weakspot.

Aliens dying…

I want a really good Alien invasion movie. One in which we (the humans) have to overcome our differences and figure out a way to repell the aliens, to fight them or something.

Not like we have had in recent years:

Independence Day – Binary, terrestial computer with limited wireless technology can all of a sudden transmit a deadly virus to an unknown, super sophisticated alien computer…NO!
No this shit doesn’t happen, if you want virtual warfare, just ask your secret agencies, it requires dozens of hackers and hours of work, and thousands of computers.
Not one laptop and one schmuck!
Frack this shit.

War of the Worlds – Both the original and the remake with Mighty Mouse, the Aliens come here, after depositing their pods in the ground thousands of years ago (magically knowing where we’d settle our biggest cities; Fuck continental drift, and other desaster striking and burying the pods under hundreds of meters of ocean or rubble…), they return, “beam” down and start attacking.  Without analysing the atmosphere for any pathagens first, so they die horribly at the hands of some bacteria…WHAT??? Shit like this happens to a small strike force, to a group of five specialists that scout the land. A landing party if you will. But not an invasion army!!
Not even if we humans were the aliens invading another world. NO! This is stupid.

Signs – Although the planet consists only of 0.02% of water, the surface of it is coverd to 67% by this shit that KILLS THEM INSTANTLY! They are killed by fucking water! If I came to a planet and two thirds are covered with sulfiric acid, I turn and leave. No fucking around with the natives, no invasions, no nothing. Just going “Whoopsie!” turning around and leaving.

So please Hollywood, please dear fellow writers – give me something  original to enjoy. But not stupid shit like this.

Please, spare me with V. I know the plot, I saw the original series. Ugh…

Circle Journal – 3 Succubi (ep 8)

“What shall we do with Leroy Perkins now?” Mariana and Orlon stood at the foot of the bed in which the Succubus had attacked its last victim. “Won’t he turn into some creature of hell?”

Orlon shook his head, he had put away his dagger. “That only happens with Vampire victims.” he mumbled absent minded. The presence of the Succubus had larger implications than Mariana could comprehend without further explanation, to her it was one demon running around. To Orlon it meant that she and probably an entire group had made it out of the forest.

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare my departure.” he retreated from the room. Sunrise was some hours away, yet he already heard the blacksmith heating up the furnace. Armor and sword would take at least the day to repair, time Orlon couldn’t waste. He’d pay the blacksmith and leave with the dagger and knife on his horse within the hour. “What will become of the slain demon outside my house? We can’t leave it there!” Orlon got up, scratching his head for a moment. “Your local priest has to bury it.”

Mariana sighed as she entered the room and sat down on the bed next to Orlons belongings, which was sorting at that moment. “He died last week, a courier was sent to the bishop informing him, but right now the church is unattended.”

With a long sigh Orlon turned to her. “As long as you bury her in sacred soil, as the local cemetery, there should be no danger coming from her carcass! She won’t rise from the dead anyways, but might secrete toxins into your soil.” he explained and calmed down her immediate conclusions at the same time. Before she could voice her next thoughts concerning the Succubus he offered to bring her to the church yard himself, since the locals might have a problem transporting a Succubus.

They would bury a sealed coffin, without ever learning of its content.

I wanted

to write Rings of Fate by now. Still I’m struggling with the end chapter(s) to Whose World. O.o

While I’m writing a post titled “I wanted”, let me just say, that I wanted to thank all of you my dear readers. Thank you for every single one of your “Likes”. But even if you never liked anything per click, thank you for reading my stuff.

Although I get happy as a child on Christmas everytime one of you likes a post of mine (no matter if it is here or on one of the plattforms I publicize to), it gives me great satisfaction to see your visits. To see that someone is actually reading my posts. Stories, and (comedic)blurps alike. So…

Thank you!

Anyway, my attention is diverted between Family life (wich is wonderfull, but stressing, ask my poor wife), work and writing, and also observing the world with a critical eye and posting that stuff here. 😉

Have a nice time my dear readers.

A.