Aug. 7th, 2013

Annual log in.. sort of

Been too busy with other matters to post 'ere, or even on LJ, keepin' me real LJ up to date is a challenge, and no, I'm not sharin' the address. 'S a locked journal anyway.

Sep. 26th, 2012

Yes I'm still here

I don't really use this journal much any more but I keep it around, just in case I need it again.

Oct. 3rd, 2011

Rant: Plato hasn't a clue

Recently got hold of  a copy of Saving The World: a Guide to Heroes and I have an issue with it.  Granted, I know this book was written back at the end of season 1, but still, this bothers me.  My issue is in Part 1 Going Deep, section titled Comics, an article titled "Growing Pains: Heroes and the Quest for Identity" by Ben Strickland.  On page 101 of the book is the bit I have issue with.  Ben is referencin' Plato's Republic and goin' on about this bloke who finds a ring, the ring of Gyges, that allows the wearer to do what I can do: go invisible.  The bloke apparently then uses this ring to rape the queen and kill the king and then takes the king's place.  The theory is put forth that because I nick stuff that this is the path I will follow.  Really?  Really?!?!  You're gonna take the words of a long dead writer who was obtuse enough to advocate that The Iliad and The Odyssey should be banned and attempt to apply them to me?  Yeah, I nick stuff!  Been doin' that since I was 16, been invisible since I was 13.  What exactly would you have me do?  I nearly died when I went against the Company openly!  Or did you miss that bit?  Have you seen what I've done since I left Peter's flat?  Have you seen how it was that the wankers of  Buildin' 26 caught me?  I was defendin' friends!  How about the fact I saw Molly safely 'ome to India?  Are these the actions of a murderer or rapist?  Any birds I shagged consented to it.  Any who said no, I left alone.  I  never killed anyone in cold blood, never tried to take over as any king or president or anythin' like that.  I won't say I haven't defended meself but were I as immoral as you would seem to suggest by your article Mr. Strickland, why did I risk me life to take a stand against the Company in the first place?  You've likely seen that not only did I not go after Arthur Petrelli or Daniel Linderman, I also didn't take revenge on Bennet for shootin' me.   Sure I steal.   I can't exactly get a 9-5, can I?  You've no doubt noticed I haven't cleaned out any banks.  And where have you seen me livin' when I'm free?  The roof of a buildin' in New York City and in a flat with friends in London.  You don't see me livin' it up on some tropical isle somewhere, do you?    I've read Plato and I never much cared for what he wrote.   But you go on and buy the words of someone who'd have kept us all from The Iliad and The Odyssey.  I'll be over 'ere bein' me, with me own code of ethics, thanks very much.
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Sep. 7th, 2010

haven't written in a while

Not usin' this journal much anymore. Mostly these days I'm over on LJ and Twitter, though I've been known to frequent Facebook and MySpace as well. I'm still in hidin' with me student and still trainin' her. No one 'as found me again, or her as yet. I'm glad enough of that.

Oct. 20th, 2009

Why My Mantra is "People Suck"

...beyond bad things done to me personally that I don't care to discuss right now.

Exhibit A: Balloon Boy Hoax. If I need to spell out why this reinforces my mantra then you haven't been paying attention and should crawl back under your rock.

Exhibit B: Telemarketers. Again, a no-brainer unless you live under a rock. I know that a good many are on the federal do not call list in the USA and they still get calls on unlisted and unpublished numbers. What's worse is that they now have machines makin' calls. If you're gonna be annoying at least have a human do it!

Exhibit C: Internet companies not keeping up with their technology. MySpace is not allowing links to stuff on Blogger. It's not Spam people. Get your heads out of your arses and fix the coding! Things were bad enough when you introduced 2.0 for profiles which quite frankly sucks. And what is with all the #Failwhales on Twitter? This service is a free, user friendly, and popular tool. Did you lot not anticipate the popularity of this service? Kindly fix your servers. And while we're at it, I should mentions some EBay related problems. I'll say this much, at least it's not the site itself or the servers that's the problem there. It's some of the sellers. They demand immediate payment and then wait well over a month to ship the merchandise that's already been paid for. They fail to respond to messages sent on EBay too. If you can't keep up, then don't sell on EBay! And Blogger you are by no means blameless. I'm sick and bloody tired of hearing how your site refuses to upload pictures due to "internal error." You want your site used? Fix it!

Exhibit D:The JP who refused to marry an "interracial couple." He seriously needs a reality check! 1) It's 2009 not 1909! 2) the only race on this planet is the HUMAN race and this bloke is not helping my faith in it. To him I say: Wake up you git!

Exhibit E: Health Insurance Companies and access to Healthcare in the USA- This is a biggie and by that I mean it in the British sense that it's a load of shite. It's a right pear shaped mess. 200% increases in premiums and then the companies refuse to cover what's needed. Look at that baby who made the news because his parents' insurance refused him coverage. And that's just the tip of the iceberg for those fortunate enough to afford insurance. Don't get me started on what 'appens to those who can't.

And people wonder why I'm so negative.

Oct. 19th, 2009

For those who are lost...

Granted this still might not help, but ya never know. The Parodyverse in which Burnt Toast Diner exists (see link) is separate from most of what you see on Twitter and other interactions (RP) I am involved in elsewhere. In terms of the Parody Universe, Tarot aka Trace aka @Tarot1 and I are traveling around, lookin' for the Sullivan Brothers Carnival and she's retired from Nursing and was recently captured by that lot from Building 26 and I got her free. In terms of most of what you see on Twitter, I'm stayin' with Tarot, who is still actively working as an 11-7 nurse and she's not recently been captured by anyone. Which is why you'll see me "tweeting" about what she's doing and remindin' her to go to bed. We would join the Carnival if we could find it, but Tarot, while she's a more powerful seer than she gives herself credit for, she's not a locator. True, I could've had Molly find them, but I didn't want to involve her and I thought it was enough of an imposition to ask her to find Tarot for me. I know what it's like to be taken advantage of for your power. It sucks, quite frankly, and while I may not be a people person there are some things I just won't do. That is one of them. And no, I wasn't tossin' Peter Petrelli off the roof of the Deveaux building for my own amusement. He needed to get a handle on his powers and quickly. If you'll recall, he was in danger of blowin' up most of New York, as well. He was one of my students who needed to be shown what he was capable of. And for the record, I had thought that tossin' Peter off the roof would have shocked him into flying. Fortunately, he had also copied Claire's ability to rapidly heal as well as his brother's flight. And while I'm discussin' what I will and will not do, I'd like to add one thing to that list as well as to my list o' rules. I've come to a decision. I'm not cuttin' my student, Tarot, loose regardless of whatever you see on telly or the latest replacement for Isaac puts in an online graphic novel. While I don't do domestic and I firmly believe that people as whole are a selfish and deceitful lot (that whole "balloon boy" hoax being exhibit A of that), and those that I had trusted most treated me like absolute shite, I'm not about to do that to one of the few people who's been more than decent to me even if I'm not always that nice to her. While she's far from perfect, and sometimes I wonder if she' off her trolley, Tarot is loyal to me. So no, I won't chuck her out in the cold. Yeah, I know, I left Peter, but there really wasn't much more I could have taught him and besides, now Bennet knows he failed to kill me. No tellin' who else that backstabber revealed that little tidbit to. As for Tarot, she's been up front with me and told me she'd called the Company to leave nasty messages for Thompson's son. She also told me they'd grabbed her when she was 4 and may very well be lookin' for her now. While I don't buy the whole Primatech is gone as I know the Company is likely to continue in some form (My recent run in with Building 26 being proof of that), I do appreciate that she warned me about what she knew as well as the fact that she told me to run if they come for her. I'd thought, initially, that she was just tellin' me what I wanted to hear, but I've gotten to know Tarot, and while she has her flaws, given what I've seen, if I run, I'm takin' her with me. If I can help her get some control over her gift before that happens, so much the better.

Sep. 21st, 2009

Ground Rules

Given all the activity on Twitter and elsewhere, I reckoned I should set up some ground rules.

1) Canon - while I realize a good many break this or ignore it by choice, I don't. If it's canon and by that I mean something that that dimension on the other side of the 4th wall managed to show on Telly or in one of those online Graphic Novels that Isaac Mendez painted before he died, than as far as I am concerned it happened and supersedes anything else. You want to break Canon with your tweets or whatever, have at. I won't. At most, I embellish and try to fill a few gaps in, and as far as the folks I chat with on Twitter go, unless they claim canon status, I'm treating things as they are, that being that there's a major rift between the dimensions and there are often multiple variations of the same person running about. As for me chatting with folks I normally wouldn't, well, with that rift going on, a good many are a lot different and more tolerable than those in my home dimension.

2) Shipping and Slash - see canon above and also note that while a good many are doing this I am not. Anyone wondering why the "*awkward*" comment gets thrown about there it is and just for the record, I am straight. I just don't do domestic. You lot wanna pair off and "dance," have at, just leave me out of it. And Read my previous post containing my profile if you want to know why I get so upset with all the "*gropes*" business being tossed about. I'm invisible unless I tell you otherswise and unless we are in the same area, you can't grope me, not to mention that I don't like it. While I'm aware there's another bloke claiming to be not only me, but "mostly canon" running about, I am not him and he is not me. Maybe he will enjoy your attentions. Maybe he won't.

3) My "student" - until and unless canon contradicts my interaction with her, I will mention her from time to time. There is some history and I had Molly track her down recently. Goodness knows she made enough fuss looking for me. All you need know is I met her in 1994 while still working with the Company and only recently reconnected. And yes I'm trying to train her.

4) The Burnt Toast Diner - go ahead and read it. It's amusing if not necessarily accurate. I post there for fun sometimes.

5) OOC or Out Of Character Comments- I try to avoid those but occasionally I will comment on something going on on the other side of that 4th wall. And I thought I saw odd things before the rift!

Sep. 14th, 2009

For Better or Worse

Bloody Fantastic, this. And Peter asked why I spent so much time with the pigeons.

Sep. 6th, 2009

Isaac Mendez was a busy man before he died

And I call your attention to the following:

I know you lot must have seen the assignment tracker profile my ex employers have on me that I posted on my other blogs if not on itself.

Feb. 21st, 2009

Need more information

So, I've no deadline and, while I'm not a trusting man, I would like to know for myself exactly what is going on.  There's also the fact that it's likely I'm being tracked.  Even if Angela hadn't been trying to make contact, there's still the Elle issue.  She found me, goodness knows how, and there's no telling whom she might've passed that information on to.  I also want to know what the bloody hell is going on, for myself.  Why should the Company need to restructure?  What has happened since Bob was killed and Elle left to prompt that?  Best place I can think of to get  what I need is New York.  I'll start in the city and work my way back to Hartsdale if need be and find out what's happened.  Not sure what I'll do then.  Now all I need do is find me a plane bound for JFK and get started on this.  I'm sure Lee and Abigail can mange on their own.  I left them some time ago after that near miss with 2 suited strangers, didn't recognize them personally but having been an agent once a upon a time, I know the look of covert ops when I see it.  Lost them in the tube easily enough, but between that and Angela having found me it's best I just send a cryptic message to Abigail and Lee that I'll be going off the grid.  Good thing I travel light.

Feb. 16th, 2009


I left the Company 8 years ago and it wasn't exactly by choice.  I'd begun disagreeing with their policies and procedures as well as questioning their motives and I was terminated for doing so, nearly literally.  Now it's just Angela Petrelli left and she wants to start over.  I keep running but I keep finding myself involved anyway.  There's also the fact that Angela found me anyway, despite my best efforts.  Specials keep  finding me as well; specials in need of help.  As much as I'd like to be left alone, it would be nice not to have to hide so much.  Not exactly a people person but I could help more of my people.  Though if I do take the offer, if Bennet shows up I'm gone.  Bastard shot me once.  No telling what he'd do now.

Feb. 7th, 2009

Damned if I do damned if I don't

I've spent the better part of the last 8 (or is it 9?) years lookin' over me shoulder, waitin' for them to show up and cart me off.  Back in November 2006, they nearly did via the same man they sent to try to kill me, Bennet.  Now Angela Petrelli is in charge and says it's gonna be different and it will be the way it was supposed to be.  Trouble is, I don't really trust anyone.  Hell, Bennet was my best mate and he tried to kill me!  With friends like him, I've got no need for enemies.  And It's not just what he did to me.  Haram betrayed me before that.  I'd thought he was my friend too.  Haram was supposed to stay on for 6 months, he swore to me he would, we shook on it, but he bailed right after the Fusor case was over.   I had to find out from a secretary.  A bloody secretary!   Never saw him again.  And it's not just what I've lived through either.  I've seen familes self destruct, husbands and wives turn on each other, siblings sell each other, childern sell parents, and parents sell children.  There's always an angle, always a catch.  This world is sick.  Full of people that would sooner rip one's head off than do something decent.  And when they do something decent, it's with an ulterior motive.   It would be nice to do what I set out to do, a long time ago, and have kept trying to do, but I dunno that I can really believe in anything or anyone anymore.  I tried to teach Peter, wound up having to run for me life again.  I tried to teach Elle, she quit.  I never ever promised any of those whom I've taught that things would be easy; they never are and there's no sense lying about it.  And I don't think I can stop lookin' over me shoulder until I'm dead.

Feb. 4th, 2009

Just got an email...from Mrs. Petrelli

I suppose I ought not to be surprised.  Somehow they found one of my email addresses.  Good thing there are a lot of free servers.   Too much of a paper trail otherwise. I debated not replying but seeing as how they managed to send this to one of my accounts, I reckoned I'd better at least reply even if that answer is an emphatic "NO."  I reckon I'll have to go deeper into hiding.  Back when I'd originally joined, they had much the same sales pitch as Mrs. Petrelli is spinning now.  I know all too well what happens after they've got their hooks in you.  Disagree, show any independent thought, and you wind up 6 feet under or at the least someone makes a good go at  trying to off you.  "Better pay and better benefits."  PAH!  What they let you pick your coffin out now?  Or urn?  Or maybe you can choose which "friend" tries to kill you?

Nov. 4th, 2008

Future... will there be one?

So I'm alone again on the roof with the pigeons.  I find myself thinking about the future and whether there will be one.  Logic would seem to say that there 'as to be one, otherwise where-when did the others go?  But if that's the case, where does free will come into play?  Free will.  Two words, two simple words, but so complicated a concept.  I look at the birds. Free will.

"I let 'em out once a day, they come back. Sounds like free will to me."  

Seems like a lifetime ago when I said those words to Peter.  I don't believe in destiny.  And I don't really believe in fate either.  Granted I've spent a good chunk of my life hidin' from people, in general, and now I'm about to risk my life for a good chunk of them.  And chances are they could probably care less.  Probably wouldn't notice me even if I weren't invisible most of the time.  Do I have a choice?  I mull it over.  Only the specials left alive.  .07%  I can't help but wonder if that would be so bad.  Sounds too good to be true.  But then I've seen what 'appens with some specials.  Most wanna just be left the 'ell alone.  Some try to crush everyone else, specials and others alike.  I couldn't hunt my own people anymore and if I allow all the rest of the population to be wiped out am I any better than if I was still a loyal doggie?  So much blood on my 'ands. I don't want any more.  I'm makin' a choice.  I'm gonna save as many as I can and if I make it through this, maybe I can get some peace.

Aug. 25th, 2008


So I sleep and 'ave nightmares about what I saw while workin' for Primatech and about what I suspect they were doin' but never saw firsthand.  I wake up and go over in my 'ead what I know of the Hartsdale offices.  If anything local has any intell on the Shanti Virus it will be that one.  I'm wondering how I'm gonna get by the infrared devices that I know they must've installed by now.  Pickin' locks is easy.  High tech surveillance, gettin' around that will be hard.  I need to find breakfast, too.  I'm not sure when Peter will be comin' back, but the more I think about it the more I'm realizing I can't do this alone, even as I am loathe to admit that.  The last time I went against the Company, I was alone and got shot for my trouble.  Trust doesn't come easy when your best mate tries to kill you.  I keep tellin' myself that if this bloody virus gets out none of that will matter.  I can't stand people and yet 'ere I am trying to save them while hidin' in the shadows.  If I'm successful at all, they'll never know.  I 'ave to laugh at the irony.

Aug. 13th, 2008

So, 'ere I am

So, 'ere I am, doin' what I do best, stayin' under the radar.  Well that and raisin' pigeons.  Fairly resilient birds, even if some folk call 'em "Sky rats" or worse.  If y' ask me, it's people who're the "rats."   The things they do.  Animals treat each other better. Hadda start from scratch with me current flock.  I won't say why.  Not big on the whole sharin' thing.  I'll tell y' this much, though, I'm glad I left the cages open. Hadda leave in an 'urry last time I was 'ere.  Not plannin' on having to bolt like that again any time soon.   Granted this city's not exactly 'ome, but I'm used to it.  Easy enough to get supplies for one thing.  Probably, also the last place those that are chasing me and wishin' me ill will look, at least I hope... Course that makes y'wonder why I'm online. Paper journal are too dangerous. Gotta shred 'em if you wanna hide what's in 'em. Now a wireless laptop was easy enough for me to nick. Encrypt the files and almost no one can read 'em 'cept whoever's meant to.