Chris Pine, beer, and more Chris Pine = Chris Pine sandwich

So, apparently my social life is hopping when my dad is town. Because once again, I did get my story written just not posted. However, I have seen my sister two days in a row, which never happens, so yes, the social life comment (as outrageous as it seems) appears to have some weight to it. However, I have two things to say for my Day-o-Fun yesterday.

1) This has got to be the best Rogue Nation Card picture.....ever. God, my dad is awesome.



2) Holy CHRIST is Chris Pine hot. The new Star Trek movie, which I have now finally seen, has definitely walked onto shaky territory with creating an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE and all to plunk the original crew of the Enterprise into. However, as I have pointed out, Chris Pine is insanely good looking, and I haven't watched the original series yet, AND Chris Pine is really fucking hot, so eh, I'll let that minor plot point slide.

Now, on with the show.

Word of the Day Saturday, January 16, 2010

countervail

\kown-tur-VAYL\ , transitive verb;

1. To act against with equal force, power, or effect; to counteract.
2. To compensate for; to offset; to furnish or serve as an equivalent to.

intransitive verb:
1. To exert force against an opposing, often bad, influence or power.

He planted his feet and shifted all of his weight into the countervailing wind. To his surprise he found that he could lean to a very sharp degree without falling over. He pressed the green button on the side of his titanium shell and activated the oscillating magenta function on his boots, allowing him to release one foot at a time from the ground. Back on the ship they called it the "Fido Button", the one that let them go for a walk.

Free to move around, he slowly started to walk forward. The surface of Quadriga was polished almost to a mirror like surface so iron rich that the magnetic boots had been a huge asset to the mission. Especially considering that the unpredictable, not to mention 100 miles per hour and upward, winds and precarious cliffs on the planet had lead to the deaths of sixty percent of their staff only two months into the project.

Eric had only arrived at the space dock in orbit around Quadriga a week prior and was just finishing up his mission training. He remembered watching "The Deadliest Catch" on the archives and figured this must sort of be like what those fishing boat trips must have been like back when there were actually fish still in the ocean.

"Ok Eric. You seem to have a good feel for the magnetized forward progression. Why don't you try moving down the face of the cliff," the voice came in directly to his implanted ear piece. "Roger," Eric replied moving to the edge of the cliff and taking a step off of the edge. The intensity of the wind gusts was shocking. Instead of using his strength to lean forward into the wind he had to use all of his strength just to stand upright. He crouched down into a hunker to reduce his exposed surface area and slowly make his way down the cliff face.

"Ok, there should be a cave coming up right in front of you," the crackle on the ear piece came in. "Try to keep your pace even. Time is critical." Eric continued forward, trying to keep his pace steady and saw the opening of the cave. "Weird," he thought as he walked over the lip of the opening and onto the ceiling of the cave.

The cave offered relief from the wind and he walked easily down the side of the cavern wall and switched the magnet function off. Slowly his eyes started to adjust to the lack of light and the sweet, money-lined sight of the odium crystals fluorescent glow started to emerge out of the darkness.