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If the Multiverse hasn't exploded yet. . .

Journal Entry: Thu Jan 29, 2015, 7:33 PM
It probably has now.  

Just recently CBS announced they have someone for the role of Jimmy Olsen in the upcoming Supergirl TV series.  True Blood actor Mechad Brooks.   Yup.  The adorkable red haired and freckled buddy of the man of steel has been taken a new direction.  So the producers are thinking outside the box here.  Alright, I'll bite.  I'm not going into a bitch fest about it.  I stopped watching TV and paying attention to comics a long time ago.  

What I can say is I do have an understanding why they took this route.  Not just for the sake of the cultural shift, but how difficult it is to find someone that could match the description.  Especially redheads.  Though their are some who feel they should've left it alone and not bothered with it.  But, eh.  It's Hollywood.  They don't give a rats ass.  If it brings in ratings, that's all that matters.  

Honestly, I'm going to sit this one out and see what is going to happen.  It may work out, it may not.  Who knows?  Perhaps another version will come along and reintroduce the charactes differently.  Regardless, I'm going to stay away from teh tube and comics and keep working on my own worlds.

P.S.  This is what happens when your running on a few hours sleep.

-Vee

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Goodbye, Grandpa. . .

Journal Entry: Fri Jan 16, 2015, 3:30 PM
Yup, he's gone.  Finally died at 5:30 this morning in his sleep.  Just like my best friend two months ago.  I'm numb, I'm emotionless, I'm a zombie.  I kept myself together all day after finding out and worked for half the day today.  Had dinner at my grandmothers house since my brother finally came from the service for a while.  It didn't turn out be a not so happy celebration after all. . .

Their are ton of you guys out there who are very fortunate as opposed to me.  Many of you may have two sets of grandparents, or three.  Grandmother and grandfather on each side.  Able to spend time with them and share some laughter and joy.  Hearing the remarkable stories from them, or going out someplace special wherever that may be.  It's always fun and exciting with your grandparents isn't it?

Me?  I'm not so lucky.  I only have one set of grandparents I went to.  He was the only Grandfather I had in my life.  I never had two, or three.  The other person who would have been a grandad to me died before I even existed in a motorcycle crash on my mothers graduation day from High School.  As for my mom's biological mother, pft!  She doesn't give a rats ass and she'll never ever see past her own fucking nose about anything.  She's a childish, selfish, self centered witch.  All I have left is my Gram Gram in my life.  The very woman my grandfather was happily married to for 68 years, which is unheard of.  He was in his 80s when he finally went.  I think he waited until he was able to see everyone before he finally could be at rest.  

The things we did together while I was growing up.  They are things I'll always remember.  He was always so excited to see me whenever I walked in the door even during his later years.  Always asking about me, talking to me about my hobbies, interests, telling me stories about the family tree, and some of the adventurous things he did with my grandmother and my dad.  Granted, he wasn't perfect by any means, but he was one of the very few human beings in this world that stuck by his woman to the very end.  Paul Newman said it best:  "I have steak at home, why go out for hamburger?"  It's extremely rare to see a couple hold together for so long.  Go through all the good and bad, accepting them for who they are, continuing to love them through all the hardships, all the rougher times, support them to the very end.  

As I stated, I'm numb right now.  I'll never forget some of the things he did when we were around him.  Riding to the city to watch an orchestra, when I got scared we were lost, he calmed me down and assured me we were fine he knew where he was going.  Or when I came back from college break, seeing him in the office reading a paper offering me a ride to pick up his car so I have something to drive while I was at home.  (I don't think he liked driving the 91 Camaro much).  Finally, during my roughest time in my life, he was there to help me though it.  I know I'll miss his smile the most.  Or how his eyes lit up whenever I came over.

We all handle loss differently.  Me, this is a automated mechanism that kicks in.  I can't crack.  Not now.  I'm worried about my emotional overdrive taking over and shifting it to the point where I won't be able to get out.  He won't be around to help me out anymore.  It's one of those times where I wish I had someone to curl up with.  But again, it's just me.  Until I do meet someone else to fill in the gaps.

I'm going to tote around for a while.  Thank you guys for being there during these rough few months.  I just hope it doesn't get any worse.  I'll see you later.

-Vee

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Update on stuff

Wed Jan 14, 2015, 8:11 PM


Well, I have a lot going right now.  As I have mentioned previously, my grandfather is not doing good.  When I saw him he was on morphine already.  Doesn't look like he has much longer left.  

It appears his body is shutting down slowly.  Right now he's asleep, but no one can wake him up now.  I think it's only a matter of time before he finally goes.  It bugs me honestly.  I do feel bad for putting all my stories on hold.  Between the stories I have with :iconcrimsonvlkyrie:, :iconamazonarrow:, :iconwondercuria-dd:, and :iconwhite0wlsuperheroine: plus my home brews I just can't concentrate.  Too much gloom on my end.  

The thing that scares me more is losing my grandmother.  These are people who have been happily married since 1947.  They've lived for about 70 years I think.  They have been inseparable from the very beginning.  To see one go, you know deep inside the other isn't too far behind.  

I wish their was more I could do for them, but I'm being the tough cookie here.  It just sucks thinking about it.  On the flip side when he does go, he won't be in pain anymore.  We all go at some point in our lives.  I think the main thing is keeping physically active.  

For now, my stories are on hold until after this ordeal is over with.  I may start writing some more later on.  I do thank you guys though for your support.  I hate feeling helpless to be honest.  

I'll keep you posted as time progresses.

-Vee


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From bad to worse

Wed Jan 7, 2015, 3:42 PM


Well, I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday and New Years.  I don't think this year is looking up for me personally.  It's going to be rough I guess.

Good news is my Grandpap is at home again.  Bad news, he may not have much longer to live.  I know we all can't live forever, and we all go at some point in our lives.  Right now it feels like I just got another swift kick to the gut on this one.  He's going under Hospice care soon.  The hardest part for me is to say goodbye to the only grandfather I've had in my life.  He has done so much for me growing up even though it didn't seem like much.  Call me greedy, but I wish we had some immortality to us.  This may cause me to crack when it happens.  

It just sucks for me.  First my best friend dies in his sleep at forty years old, now my grandpap isn't going to have much time left in his life.  I feel a real good lump in my throat.  I should go see him before they start giving him Morphine.  It won't be until Friday.

I have sudden flashbacks to when I was younger while writing this.  I remember in sixth grade when my great grandmother was in hospice care.  She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do much of anything.  My dad was there holding her hand.  You could tell she wanted to hold his and squeeze it in assurance.  I never imagined things would go this way.  This is basically a double shot for me.  My Gram Gram is taking it alright.  She's accepted the fact that her true love of 70+ years is finally going.  I get the feeling she won't be too far behind.  Normally with loves like that, they usually aren't very far apart when passing.  I can only be there for my family at this point.

I was hoping to get myself back up and running with writing.  But after hearing this, I don't know.   It may be a while before I do get back into it.  We'll see.

I'm gonna see if I can take my mind off of things.

-Vee


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It never ceases to fascinate me how fast time goes on this planet; seeing the inhabitants move along to and from destinations, chatting, laughing, communicating on their handheld cellular devices, or just enjoying the days drive as part of their holiday.  The human species has always been a fascinating subject for me.  Such independence, such intelligence, and diversity, yet many know little of what truly is out there.  Of course, I was present when the Soviet Union sent their first cosmonaut to the stars, only to have the Americans follow in suit a few years later; however, I'm not entirely sure if a Monkey really counts on that one.  Their are similarities between the primates, and the human species; theories of human evolution continue to build, and expand.  Someone is always trying to figure out the the secrets of nature.  They can look all they want, answers are not very easy to find.  That much I do know.  Yet, to the human race, time is a precious thing.  Their life span has extended drastically since the 1960s.  Eldest living to be a little over a century, or close to it.  In a way it is understanding how they handle time in such a manner.  They may not live forever, but they show great promise in their achievements; provided they don't go as far as blowing themselves off the plains of existence.  For me, time is of little value.  Having been on the Earths surface for close to five years seems a bit far fetched for a sod like me; in reality, it's the cycle fascinates me so much.  Twenty-four hours time in one day, or one thousand, four hundred forty minutes which flies in, and out of that time period; that's eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds humans spend in completion of a days cycle.  Their eccentric energy is something that I find most amusing, such a rush to complete things before days end, deadlines to make in order to put food on the table for family.  Watching their expressions in the streets while attempting to keep balance against the snowfalls and frozen waters getting to destinations.  So much entertainment from my standpoint, of course it wouldn't be fair for me to sit their and laugh at their mishaps.  In fact, it wouldn't be proper for me since I still hold the softness in my heart.  It's one thing see someone stumble, and laugh; but it's another to help them after words.  Some of them flush in the cheeks upon being noticed their moment of silliness.  The children are very uplifting though.  So much energy, and life on their expressions, very little fear.  Every day is a new adventure for them.

That was my life once; everyday was a new adventure for me: May it be alone, or with a companion or two, I once considered myself an almost perpetual traveler, I wandered through the vast star fields of the universe.  I crossed the bridges between dimensions, and traced the toe paths of time. . .  The galaxy seemed vast, and endless to her range for me, everyday seemed to bring nothing but sheer delight, and excitement for me.  However, all that changed fateful one day.  Now, I no longer venture out between the plains of existence through Time, and Space.  I vowed to never again set foot inside the very device which granted me that access.  Not since that day four years ago; five considering it's new years eve.  In a way, I snapped.  I had spent all my lives venturing through time, and space yet made decisive mistakes on my part.  Some were quite fatal.  That day was no exception; I saw myself as a failure, which resulted in where I am now.  Having snapped  from the increasing build up in frustration, and fear, I willingly regenerated myself, landing on Earth, and closed the doors never to set foot inside that very device ever again, only to live in isolation within the very surfaces of Earth.  For almost five years, that silly looking blue box sat in the book shop I had established just on the corner of Baker Street, and Paddington; waiting, and hoping for the day I eventually did open her doors and flew her again.  It would a cold day in hell before I do that.  However, that day came sooner than I anticipated.

It was close to the days end, Mrs. Haglsey stopped by to drop off a few sweets for me in spirit of the new years.  Always greeted me with nothing but a sheer smile, her husband had passed away overseas while in service of the Queen.  Venetriean Haglsey still carried the beauty of a goddess.  This was the only thing that really kept her spirits up since her husbands passing.  Knowing that someone else had similar pains was kind of refreshing.  They understand what your going through.  She had set the tray by the register; my shop holding nothing but books from various parts of the world.  Fiction, Non-Fiction, a few fan stories, and a couple from popular television programmes.  "You can drop off the tray when your finished, Mister Collins." Mrs. Hagsley said to me sweetly.  "It's a mixed tray this time."  

"Thank you, Mrs. Hagsley." I answered back to her putting books back on the shelves in alphabetical order.  I felt her eyes on me while I was on the ladder setting books away.  Something seemed to be on her mind.  "Erm. . .  Mister Collins, I was wondering. . ." she started to say.  "Yes?" I encouraged her slipping books in the shelves like a jigsaw puzzle.  "Well. . . it is new years eve, and it's been five years since you opened up shop here." she was trying to explain.  I could tell she was nervous.

"Now, now, Mrs. Haglsey, there's no need to be so shy around me."  I assured her.  "What is it that's on your mind, my dear lady?" I climbed down from the ladder to grab a few more books setting them on the counter.  Looking to the lovely widow, noticing how she turned slightly pink, I couldn't help but be curious.  

"Well. . ." she said.  "I was curious if you would like to spend the evening with me at a party?  My friends, and colleagues are throwing one together to celebrate the years end.  We plan to watch the ball drop on the tele closer to midnight."

I watched her for a second, noting how nervous she was.  Perhaps she was concerned about my answer.  I couldn't help but smile at her.  "I would be very delighted to join your company." I answered  "As soon as I finish up with this last bit I'm working, I will join you in the festivities.  Unfortunately, it may not be until later in the evening."  

Mrs. Haglsey's smile brightened when I gave her the answer.  The poor girl seemed so excited she could hardly contain herself.  "Oh, that would be wonderful, Mister Collins!" she said moving away watching me bumping into a few things, the silly girl.  "It's a few blocks down from here.  326 Paddington."  I smiled to her.  "I'll be sure to be there." I said to her.  "Do be careful Mrs. Haglsey, and thank you for the sweets."  I watched her leave and chuckled a bit after words.  Seeing her jump about like a little girl was quite interesting indeed.  I went back to work on my chores for the day. 

Having finished up my work at about ten thirty five, I went upstairs to my flat so to cleanse my self in preparation for the arrangement.  Fixing my hair and combing it slightly, trimming the fur around my mouth, I made sure I was presentable before tossing on a red buttoned down shirt, pair of fresh denims, and oxfords.  I was about to throw my pea coat on when I heard the front door open.  The bell ringing upon doing so.  Puzzled by this, I went down stairs to investigate.  The shop was a bit eerie at this hour.  Seemed like something straight from a horror movie.  

"Hello?" I called out.  "Is someone there?"  No answer.  Maybe it was my imagination, but I'm sure I heard the door.  I approached the door to lock it.  I may have forgotten to.  But to my surprise, it was already locked, and ajar.  The lock was tampered with though no signs of scuffs were seen on the framing.  I remained silent as I carefully closed the door.  Slowly I turned around looking about the shop.  "We are closed for the evening." I shouted out.  "And you are breaking an entering, therefore it would be wise to surrender yourself and leave my premises before I notify the authorities!"  Still, no answer.  I looked about hearing a noise from one of the far sides of the shop.  Reaching for the closest item I could find, I prepared myself for the worst.  A burglar perhaps interested in some of my collections.  I could hear tampering going on in the far side where the police box rested.  Someone trying to break into her.  Not a smart thing to do.  I readied myself behind the shelf taking a few deep breaths.  After mustering up my courage, I spun around with the weapon raised only to find nothing there.  Looking around, I wondered if I was hallucinating.  No, Someone is here, just playing games.  

"Alight!" I demanded.  "I know your here!  The funs over!  Come on out, and show yourself!"

"Delighted to Mister Collins." a voice spoke up to me from behind.  Instinctively, I spun around with the weapon raised only to see not one, but three individuals standing before me.  Dressed in rather funny looking robes, bearing the mark I was familiar with.  Surprise seemed to falter from me upon recognizing the emblem around the ones neck.  Gallifrey.  My home.  But where did they come from?  Last I knew Gallifrey was in a pocket within time and space.  An act of desperation to keep the Daleks from destroying her.  I narrowed my eyes to them.

"I see you recognize us." the man in the middle said.  "Good.  At least your memory hasn't faltered."

"State your business!" I said to them.  "And skip the formalities.  I know who you are.  What your doing here, is another story."

The three men looked at each other then to me.  "Looking for you, Mister Collins." one said while I turned away rather annoyed by this.   Though my blood grew cold when I heard him inquire: "Or should we say. . . DOCTOR?"
Time Intervention: A Doctor Who Fan Story WiP
This is just a quick story I've been working on.  I'm going to elaborate on it more later on.  Right now, I have some things to tke care of.

Have a happy new year folks!  See you next year!!!
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Vere Hamelin
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Just a writer and occasional artist. Not new to DA to be honest. I've found myself drawn into multiple different things and hope to see more. I like to develop stories with other and hopefully expand and evolve over time. :)

Current Residence: In your head
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If the Multiverse hasn't exploded yet. . .

Journal Entry: Thu Jan 29, 2015, 7:33 PM
It probably has now.  

Just recently CBS announced they have someone for the role of Jimmy Olsen in the upcoming Supergirl TV series.  True Blood actor Mechad Brooks.   Yup.  The adorkable red haired and freckled buddy of the man of steel has been taken a new direction.  So the producers are thinking outside the box here.  Alright, I'll bite.  I'm not going into a bitch fest about it.  I stopped watching TV and paying attention to comics a long time ago.  

What I can say is I do have an understanding why they took this route.  Not just for the sake of the cultural shift, but how difficult it is to find someone that could match the description.  Especially redheads.  Though their are some who feel they should've left it alone and not bothered with it.  But, eh.  It's Hollywood.  They don't give a rats ass.  If it brings in ratings, that's all that matters.  

Honestly, I'm going to sit this one out and see what is going to happen.  It may work out, it may not.  Who knows?  Perhaps another version will come along and reintroduce the charactes differently.  Regardless, I'm going to stay away from teh tube and comics and keep working on my own worlds.

P.S.  This is what happens when your running on a few hours sleep.

-Vee

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