Post by The Jackal || Ji Taro on Jun 2, 2010 21:38:36 GMT -8
Entry 1- Aboard The Unbreakable
Burning Legion yesterday, Raidlands tomorrow. Started a log on the advice of nine fingers. Said I should occupy my time with things other than worrying about bull shit. He says a lot of things though. Whatever, I've been meaning to find a way to keep track my thoughts anyways. I was looking at the rotary action of the propellers from the deck this morning. I think they could work on a horizontal plane. You wouldn't need to fill a giant metal sack with hot air and gasses, you could just turn the propeller quickly and then raise up and down. We need to look into that. Crew is restless. I'll switch them out when we land in Raider Country. I don't like working them like this so much. They make mistakes. Mistakes kill people. Only so many mistakes before one kills me I figure.
Entry 2- Aboard The Unbreakable
Not a bad day. Engine trouble delayed us, but gave me something to do. The Engineers on deck didn't want me to come down to help but I said screw them and sent them all away. Behind schedule a day. Who cares? Those Burning Legion guys can wait for their shit. Ugh I hope this plan works. Escalation is a very dangerous thing and I don't know how long I can keep a monopoly on this shit. Upward consolidation helps, but once this technology starts getting out there's not much I can do about copy cats. FUCK I hate this. Did a sketch of a new ballast tank for the subs. Once the other bending nations get subs that don't need to be operated by water benders, the Tribes will lose sea superiority. Then I introduce a new torpedo to the market, sell it only to them. Then sell everyone else subs with more resistant hulls....Why am I writing this down? Guess I just want someone to tell. There's no one to talk to here about anything intellectual, unless I find a conversation on women, liquor or unsightly tattoos mentally stimulating. None of those topics have ever interested me for more than a few moments. Nine tells me to slow my roll, and I scream out "fuck that". Settle down with a "nice girl" now? Why!? I'm just getting started! I have no time for that or other bull shit. Whatever. I'm going to keep doing what I do best, in the way I do best.
Entry 3- STILL on the God Damned Unbreakable
Oddly enough I was actually looking forward to this to day. More interesting than taking stock. We have 32 spare window panes if anyone cared to know. Ugh, today was mundane, which I guess is good if you want things to go like...you want them to go? Whatever. So things moved along fine and there wasn't much to do. So I went to the stock room, took stock. Yep. That's how utterly mind numbingly bored I am. I am taking stock. Of spare window panes. I contemplated today how long it would take me to hit the ground if I jumped from the upper deck, and whether or not I would feel anything when I hit the ground. The thought of free falling amused me so much I began to imagine what if I was a giant leaf. Then I could do it to no ill effect. That got me thinking, what if there were something, like a big unfurled sheet that one could wear somehow, catch the air and slow their descent? That'd be nice when you're a few thousand feet in the air above jagged mountains. I think I'm going to be sick again. Nine Fingers told me not to think about the height, but that didn't work. I have the urge to return to solid ground immediately and I don't care how hard I have to smack into the ground. I don't mind it when we're under attack by pirates or hijackers or competitors or whatever because then I find my head. But when given so much time to agonize over all this crap!? Can't stand it. I did a sketch of a prototype for the device and it calmed be a bit for just awhile. But then I began to rethink flinging myself from the top deck. Sometimes I feel so much more mad than genius.
Entry 4- On the Unbreakable, Somewhere over the the AES.
Flew over the Allied Earth States today. Means we're almost to the MIRAGE storage facility. Good thing too. These grunts were starting to smell. Nine Fingers convinced me to do more sketches as they calm me down. I told him only for a little while. It helps getting my thoughts actualized, those visual, and those verbal. But it only helps for so long. I urge to work with my hands. I long to turn thought into reality. I do the sketches to curb this, but then realize that I can't actually make what I'm drawing right now and it get's even worse! GAH! Note to self: Next time have a work bench added to the airship. Ugh. There's places to work sure, but back in Ba Sing Se and at most of the facilities I have a well lit work bench, stands for the sketches and lots of tools and materials to work with. Here I get a dingy engineer's closet with a single torch. What the hell! It's alright, tomorrow we land I I'll be off this god forsaken contraption for at least two days. Then I have to get back on and do it again. Nine said the problem with me sketching my ideas was that they didn't serve their own purpose. The sketches are for the sake of making something else, not just meant to be sketches. He suggested I start sketching other things and I did. First the odd nut or bolt, then I moved up to chairs and tables and I tore open the control box in the observation deck and drew all that shit. Scribbled it down like a child but it did give me something to do. Even drew a portrait at his suggestion. One of the crew members. Ghastly thing to look at. Not because of any lack of skill on my part but the man was just one ugly fuck. A face only a mother could love indeed.
Burning Legion yesterday, Raidlands tomorrow. Started a log on the advice of nine fingers. Said I should occupy my time with things other than worrying about bull shit. He says a lot of things though. Whatever, I've been meaning to find a way to keep track my thoughts anyways. I was looking at the rotary action of the propellers from the deck this morning. I think they could work on a horizontal plane. You wouldn't need to fill a giant metal sack with hot air and gasses, you could just turn the propeller quickly and then raise up and down. We need to look into that. Crew is restless. I'll switch them out when we land in Raider Country. I don't like working them like this so much. They make mistakes. Mistakes kill people. Only so many mistakes before one kills me I figure.
Entry 2- Aboard The Unbreakable
Not a bad day. Engine trouble delayed us, but gave me something to do. The Engineers on deck didn't want me to come down to help but I said screw them and sent them all away. Behind schedule a day. Who cares? Those Burning Legion guys can wait for their shit. Ugh I hope this plan works. Escalation is a very dangerous thing and I don't know how long I can keep a monopoly on this shit. Upward consolidation helps, but once this technology starts getting out there's not much I can do about copy cats. FUCK I hate this. Did a sketch of a new ballast tank for the subs. Once the other bending nations get subs that don't need to be operated by water benders, the Tribes will lose sea superiority. Then I introduce a new torpedo to the market, sell it only to them. Then sell everyone else subs with more resistant hulls....Why am I writing this down? Guess I just want someone to tell. There's no one to talk to here about anything intellectual, unless I find a conversation on women, liquor or unsightly tattoos mentally stimulating. None of those topics have ever interested me for more than a few moments. Nine tells me to slow my roll, and I scream out "fuck that". Settle down with a "nice girl" now? Why!? I'm just getting started! I have no time for that or other bull shit. Whatever. I'm going to keep doing what I do best, in the way I do best.
Entry 3- STILL on the God Damned Unbreakable
Oddly enough I was actually looking forward to this to day. More interesting than taking stock. We have 32 spare window panes if anyone cared to know. Ugh, today was mundane, which I guess is good if you want things to go like...you want them to go? Whatever. So things moved along fine and there wasn't much to do. So I went to the stock room, took stock. Yep. That's how utterly mind numbingly bored I am. I am taking stock. Of spare window panes. I contemplated today how long it would take me to hit the ground if I jumped from the upper deck, and whether or not I would feel anything when I hit the ground. The thought of free falling amused me so much I began to imagine what if I was a giant leaf. Then I could do it to no ill effect. That got me thinking, what if there were something, like a big unfurled sheet that one could wear somehow, catch the air and slow their descent? That'd be nice when you're a few thousand feet in the air above jagged mountains. I think I'm going to be sick again. Nine Fingers told me not to think about the height, but that didn't work. I have the urge to return to solid ground immediately and I don't care how hard I have to smack into the ground. I don't mind it when we're under attack by pirates or hijackers or competitors or whatever because then I find my head. But when given so much time to agonize over all this crap!? Can't stand it. I did a sketch of a prototype for the device and it calmed be a bit for just awhile. But then I began to rethink flinging myself from the top deck. Sometimes I feel so much more mad than genius.
Entry 4- On the Unbreakable, Somewhere over the the AES.
Flew over the Allied Earth States today. Means we're almost to the MIRAGE storage facility. Good thing too. These grunts were starting to smell. Nine Fingers convinced me to do more sketches as they calm me down. I told him only for a little while. It helps getting my thoughts actualized, those visual, and those verbal. But it only helps for so long. I urge to work with my hands. I long to turn thought into reality. I do the sketches to curb this, but then realize that I can't actually make what I'm drawing right now and it get's even worse! GAH! Note to self: Next time have a work bench added to the airship. Ugh. There's places to work sure, but back in Ba Sing Se and at most of the facilities I have a well lit work bench, stands for the sketches and lots of tools and materials to work with. Here I get a dingy engineer's closet with a single torch. What the hell! It's alright, tomorrow we land I I'll be off this god forsaken contraption for at least two days. Then I have to get back on and do it again. Nine said the problem with me sketching my ideas was that they didn't serve their own purpose. The sketches are for the sake of making something else, not just meant to be sketches. He suggested I start sketching other things and I did. First the odd nut or bolt, then I moved up to chairs and tables and I tore open the control box in the observation deck and drew all that shit. Scribbled it down like a child but it did give me something to do. Even drew a portrait at his suggestion. One of the crew members. Ghastly thing to look at. Not because of any lack of skill on my part but the man was just one ugly fuck. A face only a mother could love indeed.