On Friday morning from midnight until 2:00
I ended up going on another image hunt. There’s a gorgeous porn actor that I’ve
seen pictures of for years but didn’t know her name. But last night in the
comment section after a photo of her was posted I read someone guessing that
she was Lady Barbara from Germany. I searched the name and found tons of
pictures of her so I sacrificed some sleep to harvest the best of them.
When I got up the
dead skin around my puncture wound had gotten so big and flappy that it folded
when I put my socks on. I think the fold broke when I walked on it.
I
finished posting my translation of “Yellow Star" by Serge Gainsbourg and
memorized the first verse of his "Rock Around the Bunker". I had to
adjust my translation to make it fit the internal rhymes I discovered.
I
got caught up on my journal.
I
had dry roasted peanuts and coconut milk for lunch.
I
took a national university student survey but it took longer than it should
have because my wifi connection kept fading out.
I tried to work on my research essay on Indigenous day schools but I couldn’t do any research for it because of the bad connection. Mind you I have done a lot of research for this project already and so I tried to rewrite and edit what I had but I was having trouble concentrating. It was as if I had the same bad connection to my own brain that I had to the café across the street.
I tried to work on my research essay on Indigenous day schools but I couldn’t do any research for it because of the bad connection. Mind you I have done a lot of research for this project already and so I tried to rewrite and edit what I had but I was having trouble concentrating. It was as if I had the same bad connection to my own brain that I had to the café across the street.
For
dinner I had my last three potatoes and the last of my gravy while watching the
second episode of Star Trek Picard. We see a flashback to fourteen years
earlier when the synthetic workers suddenly turned and slaughtered the humans
on Mars. In the present Picard is trying to track down Soji, the synthetic twin
sister of the recently murdered Dahj, because he is certain the Romulan
assassins also want to kill her. He and Laris go to Dahj’s apartment and find
that it has been carefully scrubbed of every particle of Dahj’s existence. But
Laris gets an idea that the assassins may not have considered. Dahj’s computer
would not have been able to tell the difference between Dahj and Soji without
being informed. If Soji sent a message to Dahj a ghost of it may still be deep
in the system. She finds that there was a message from Soji but can’t tell
where it came from other than that it was not sent from Earth. Meanwhile Soji,
a researcher on the abandoned Borg Cube, has become lovers with a Romulan named
Narek. Picard goes to the head of Starfleet and asks to be temporarily
reinstated and given a ship so he can track down Soji’s creator and Soji but
Admiral Clancy effectively tells Picard to go fuck himself. Picard has to find
a ship and a crew on his own. He does not want to ask his old crewmembers like
Riker, Laforge and Worf for help because he knows they would risk everything
for him. He wants a crew made up of people that hate him and so will look after
themselves. Admiral Clancy contacts Commodore Oh and tells her of Picard’s
visit. Oh calls for Lieutenant Rizzo, who is a Romulan disguised a human. We
discover that Starfleet has been corrupted. Rizzo communicates with her brother
Narek and tells him that if his method of accessing Soji does not work she will
intervene.
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