Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Backfill Blogging

Ladybug and I are going to venture into the backcountry for a couple of weeks. We are going to write our experiences on PAA devices (also known as Personal Analog Assistants or Memo Pads). We will backfill the weblog with backcountry exploits when we get back. Hopefully, it will be confusing as heck.

In the meantime, The Moody Minstrel or InfoGeek may wish to place a post or two. No big deal. This is summertime and that means Get Away From the Computer for a While.

6 comments:

Pandabonium said...

Somehow "backfill blogging" sounds like a term one might hear on Monty Python that is vaguely obscene.

Have a great time. Looking forward to reading about it.

Seymour said...

PAA device? Sounds like a Starfleet Battles weapon. Plasmatic Angular Accelerator. "Commander, the Klingons are in range, but their forward shields are too strong for our Photon Torpedos!". Commander Paxil stroked his strong, European facial features in thought. "Fire the PAA's, full spread!" Fiery blue lights lit the display screen as Gigawatts of angular fury tore into the weak rear shields of the vaguely Asiatic Klingons. "The Klingon Captain wishes to discuss the terms of their surrender, Commander." Lt. Dryad's silky voice betrayed her own arroused nature. "Klingon's never surrender," muttered Paxil, taking his hand from his lap, "fire port Phasers into the wreck and take us to Starbase 23 for the peacetalks".

The Moody Minstrel said...

Just at that moment, the little, prism-shaped alert lamp on the forward console started flashing red, which wasn't particularly surprising. After all, it was the only color it knew. However, the fact that it was flashing at all meant that something was amiss.
"Report!" said Commander Paxil.
"Sir," gargled Ensign Listreen, "there's another ship out there! Unidentified! It just popped out of subspace!"
"Onscreen, Ensign," ordered the commander, scratching his fine, aristocratic chin.
The newcomer was certainly an odd-looking vessel. In fact, it was totally bizarre. It definitely wasn't the sort of starship to be built and operated by normal aliens (all of which are more or less human anyway).
"Scanning," said Mr. Empiricum, the science officer. He thrust his face into the scan-viewer and began fiddling with the little crank. He usually enjoyed that, but this time his blood was running cold. "Sir," he said, "as strange as it looks, the ship is designed in a manner that is totally logical."
"You mean..." started the commander.
"Yes, sir," replied Empiricum. "It is built in perfect accordance with the known rules of our universe!"
There was a collective gasp.
In perfect accordance with the rules of the universe? That could mean only one thing.
It was a gamer geek ship, and it was preparing to attack.
"Incoming rule torps!" barked Ensign Listreen.

ladybug said...

I think we may have some frustrated sci-fi writers here...

Anything new chapters coming up in the "Galaxy Quest" saga?

Vulgarius said...

Aye Aye aye aye....

Aye Aye aye aye.....

Duna Duna dun....

See yall in couple weeks!

The Moody Minstrel said...

Ladybug,

Funny you should ask...

I was preparing to ask Seymour a very similar question.