<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 21:35:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>A. T. Peabody's Personal Logs</title><description/><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/blogger.html</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-7375089176641342156</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:35:11.421-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1742.7</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;I’ve spent several days running simulations, today is my first go in the real thing - since the academy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17427.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-6785360858611883872</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:33:54.842-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1738.5</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lt. Clayton will be instructing me in piloting the shuttlecraft, my few lessons from the academy being many years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;I’ve reached a point now where part of what’s going in is simple time killing.  I’ve got a long way to go stardate-wise before the next episode, so we’ll have Al refresh some of his skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17385.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-6625212268463089021</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:32:12.565-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1736.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just got done with the exam. I’m pretty sure I did well, I reviewed the last exam and caught most of my errors this time... &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17361.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4601415175194040469</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:30:47.678-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1734.8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Finished up with the enlisted exams, tomorrow it’s Zanotti and my turn to take our exams... &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17348.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-1243214927151238437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:29:30.177-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1732.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;We have the advancement exams ready. Zanotti will give the exam for Jr enlisted, I’ll do Sr enlisted, Spock - the officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It had been about 6 months since the last one, though I’ll be stretching out the time before the results...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17321.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-9074878496345041454</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:28:23.613-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1729.2</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;A quick pass through L374 revealed a class M planet, but no signs of any civilizations. Mostly just plant life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;at least until the planet killer comes through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17292.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-8460854604712470800</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T21:27:02.510-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1726.3</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Aparently the reports of life in the L370 system were somewhat inaccurate, We charted 7 lifeless planets here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/04/stardate-17263.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4317289178245087175</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:32:08.965-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1722.6</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heading out to check on unconfirmed reports of inhabited planets in the L370 sytems...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;because they survey the planets in the system the year before "The Doomsday Machine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;@emzanotti Because you miss us all so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;in case you forgot that Zanotti is based on a real person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;supplemental: In the Mess hall with Riley when Martine comes in, kisses me on the cheek, says thanks, the sits and eats with Rand and Uhura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. Riley asks me what that was about. I said I don't kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;If she wants to tell that's one thing, but Al is a gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17226.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-2768669077955023300</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:31:15.236-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1720.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Weapons upgrades are finally complete. We're heading out to a nearby asteroid field for some tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;supplemental: Weapons test was a big success! Targetting scanners have longer range, Emitters have longer duty cycles, better automation too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You gotta figure there would be some concrete results from the big upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;@frijole Bummer dude, you should have remembered your lantern....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;he'd just been eaten by a grue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17201.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-2091937947816983314</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:29:55.347-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1717.9</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Zanotti came in, gave me one of her patented looks, and reminded me that the next advancement exam cycle is coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Great gal, that Zanotti, expresses her opinion without judging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;supplemental: Uhura stopped by and asked to borrow my Vulcan lyre - I told her to keep it, for some reason I don't feel very musical anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;She's playing a lyre in the episode "Conscience of the King". He gives it to her so I can advance my plot line later on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17179.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-3420708169413277748</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:28:21.057-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1717.8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tina Lawton storms into my office and demands to know why I spent the night with Ens. Martine when I won't with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;It's a small enough ship, word was bound to get around sooner or later.  Martine seems like the type that would kiss and tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;supplemental: I told her it's because she's the same age as my little sister, and that would be too wierd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. What I didn't tell her is that she looks just like my sister too, which would make it unbelievably wierd, maybe a little sick even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He's about 10 years older than her -- that's not a real big deal when she's 30 and he's 40. It can be a little uncomfortable when she's 18 and he's nearly 28 -- Well, it should be anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17178.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4067391931518859498</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:27:31.047-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1717.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel like I've just woken up from a long nightmare. It's been a bad couple of weeks for several of us. Looking better now. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17171.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-5538230532208313544</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:26:53.885-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1715.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Capt handed me a transfer sheet and said "sorry" -- Yoeman 2c Sadie Lipschitz to the USS Constellation, effective today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;Guess there really was something to that moment in the rec room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Supplemental: Someone one said, If you lie on the ground in somebodies arms, you'll probably swallow some of their history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I got this line from a Suzanne Vega song, whether she came up with that on her own, or heard it from someone else, I could't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. ...History is nothing but dead time -- it's poisonous, and it can kill you slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;so he's still a little bitter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. I went down to Sadie's cabin, but it was already empty. I just stood there in the doorway staring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. Angela Martine saw me standing in Sadie's doorway, and finally pulled me back and took me to her quarters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;2 lost and lonely souls seeking out each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17151.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-8934493517960777531</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:25:26.379-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1713.3</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Angela said to thank the Capt, but she felt it was better to have loved and lost, than to lose and not be able to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;what a trooper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17133.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4690819140245646655</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:24:37.586-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1712.8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tomlinson's replacement transferred in today from the USS Constellation - he already knows the new weapons system upgrade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They would need to replace Tomlinson (who appeared to be in charge of phaser operations), so send in someone who already uses the new systems. Plus, by having him come from the Constellation, it gives me a good excuse to send someone back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Supplemental: just received orders sending McGready to the USS Constellation effective immediately. Things are looking up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Like McGready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. Capt. Kirk told me to ask Martine if she wanted him to sign her marriage license so she would qualify for survivor benefits...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kirk would do something like that, bend the rules a little bit to help out a member of his crew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17128.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4650890687994569543</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:23:27.639-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1711.2</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span 0in=""  style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At Starbase 11 - those of us caught in the blast are in the hospital for dermal regeneration and decontamination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;You got to figure that with this many people, McCoy may have only had a chance to stabilize the injured for further treatment at a Starbase medical facility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;Supplemental: Sulu, Riley, Uhura, Rand, and Lawton all stopped by to see me today - I visited with Zanotti for a while, we get out later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No Sadie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" &gt;cont. Back on Enterprise - engineers ugrading phaser emitter and installing a new automated phaser control system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;They never do the multi person phaser firing routine again -- they only did it this time to emulate the torpedo firing routines of submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span 0in=""  style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17112.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-8941901089788152985</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:17:42.363-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1709.8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We finally defeated the Romulans and hopefully stopped a war, but we lost Rob Tomlison when a coolant line ruptured... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the only casualty, too bad about the wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supplemental: Helped Zanotti back to her quarters, saw Angela in the chapel crying. Poor kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;cont. the Ship is heading back to Starbase 11 for repair and refit, meanwhile I'm alone in my cabin, quietly glowing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;notice, no mention being made of Sadie coming to Al's side to help nurse him along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17098.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-7096469155328739000</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:16:09.067-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1709.5</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Found some debris (and a body), but not nearly enough. We may have hurt them, but they're still out there - somewhere... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not enough debris, not bodies.  This was an old submariners trick, and since this episode was based on the film "The Enemy Below" (a most excellent film btw) the analogy to anti-submarine warfare is pretty clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;supplemental: on station, waiting for the motion scanners to pick up the location of the Romulan ship. Kind of boring, really... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;remember, Al isn't a bridge officer, so he's spending this time at some battle station with probably limited knowlege of what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cont. Zanotti and I are in sickbay, along with a lot of the phaser room, after a old style atomic blast went of near the ship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17095.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-6444975917907778949</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:14:50.563-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1709.4</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Inspection of remains from Outpost 4 show severe damage from an plasma based weapon, probably matter/antimatter based...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;supplemental: the apparent yield of this weapon is much higher than our torpedoes, even our phasers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;At this time, the Photon Torpedo wasn't around yet (although the phaser effect in this episode looked like the photon effect used later). I seem to recall reading at one time that the Romulans had developed Cloaking Devices and Photon torpedoes, but had to get warp drive from the Klingons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Cont. The Romulan ship is visibilty cloaked, and we're relying on motion sensors to track it. It's now heading for a comet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;cont. Hoping to catch sight of the Romulan ship as it passed through the comet tail, but they doubled back on us and fired the weapon at us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Cont. the Romulan weapon has a limited range, sciences are going over the sensor data to find out why, meanwhile the hunt goes on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this will give me a chance to introduce the developement of a federation photon torpedo as a result of this encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17094.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-6200392176405765562</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:12:45.140-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1709.1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Heading down to the chapel for the wedding ceremony, meeting Sadie there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and getting ready to begin "Balance of Terror"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Supplemental: the weddings's been postponed, outpost 4 on the Romulan Neutral zone is under attack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;cont. Outpost 4 has been destroyed by an unidentified assailant, with a weapon of fantastic destructive power. Investigating now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17091.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-1483442318170043920</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:11:36.658-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1707.8</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Big Bachelor/Bachlorette parties tonight, guys in the shuttle bay, gals in the big rec room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;supplemental: McGready came up to me at the party - I told him to leave before I phasered him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;not quite ready to forgive and forget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17078.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-6906531404819668634</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-24T20:09:41.132-05:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1704.6</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Rob and Angela will be getting married in a few days, good thing I got their wedding gift already, no shopping where we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;supplemental: Saw Tina Lawton in the corridor. She turned cherry red and ran away from me. I'm going to have to have a talk with her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/03/stardate-17046.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-276316078897052544</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 02:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T20:40:01.951-06:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1704.1</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;Sadie and I talked for hours and fell asleep together. Maybe this will work out, maybe not -- we'll have to wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;table style="" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0.75pt; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content1"&gt;Supplemental: Strange thought - a few light years away on another Enterprise, Joe Tormolen is starting his last day alive. Wierd... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta1"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did it occur to anyone to go back and try to stop them before the whole mess happened?  We'll assume Spock advised against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/02/stardate-17041.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-1047460858748798794</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T20:39:00.291-06:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1704.5</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;Dr McCoy has found a cure for the infection thats driven us all nuts, but now only an experimental drive restart can save us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;supplemental: Restart successful, except it threw us 3 days back into the past. I'd rather forget the last 3 days, not relive them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;Stardate -- oh heck, I'm not sure what the date is now, I still haven't checked the nearest time beacon yet. Wait a minute... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;I get a little annoyed trying to reorganize star dates, and so does Al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;Okay, it's apparently Stardate 1703.6 now. Sadie wants to talk after her shift -- probably a good idea, considering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;supplemental: Sadie said she couldn't remember what exactly happened while she was infected, but it didn't mean anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;cont. I said that may be, but it will be a long time before I forget the image of her and McGready naked in the rec room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;I thought I'd point out that Al didn't walk in an any innocent make out session.  He wouldn't entertain homicidal thoughts without a good excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/02/stardate-17045.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292093320234647565.post-4089445504518675419</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T20:41:29.884-06:00</atom:updated><title>Stardate 1704.3</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;Tormolen died, McCoy says he just lost the will to live, but that's not a choice on the death certificate. Autopsy will tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;I doubt the death certificate for had a spot for "lost the will to live"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;supplemental: Just saw Sulu chasing someone down the corridor with a sword! Now Riley's singing over the shipwide intercom. What's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;cont. went looking for Sadie (Riley's got comm system tied up) found her making out with McGready in the rec room! She just started giggling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;trouble in paradise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;cont. Just yelled at Tina Lawton, came to my office with a bowl of plomeek soup asking me to show her -- anyway, she was covered in sweat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;What's with the environmental systems? Now I'm all sweaty. Why doesn't someone shut Riley up? What the hell was sadie doing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;notice the lack of usual log entry notation, just some gradual loss of coherance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;who to kill first sadie or mcgready hey that rhymes dirty back stabbing wench what's mccoy doing here with that hypoooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;" &gt;What goes on in the mind of a man scorned? Good thing McCoy showed up when he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="metaentry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-titleentry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://redshirt.tuesdaynite.net/2008/02/stardate17043.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (little willie)</author></item></channel></rss>
