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#11 [Nov. 20th, 2006|04:34 pm]
"Cairo... Holy shit.

...does this mean that Cairo might survive?"

What the hell is going on?  Did that grudge match end everything?  Is this shithole going to make it?
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#10 [Oct. 31st, 2006|11:11 pm]
"[Filter: Cairo Seals]

Hi, the name's Jack.  I'm looking after the pyramids for a friend, so since they're important to you guys two I figure introductions are in order.  Or something like that.

Anyway, I hope we can try to work together since keeping those big chunks of rock standing is beneficial to all of us."

...I'm not letting this go down.  No, not at all.  It's my job.  It's a promise.  I told her I wouldn't let it happen and goddamnit I'm not going to have lied to her.
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Logging with Keith [Oct. 23rd, 2006|11:32 pm]

Beautiful Cairo, formerly the largest metropolitan city in Africa and one of the largest in the Middle East.  A city once filled with the marvels and testaments of a long-dead civilization.  Now it’s the frontline in a war for the fate of the Earth.  Absolutely wonderful place to take a vacation.

 Jack walked briskly through the lonely streets, a large duffel bag swinging by his side.  This would probably be the last trip that he would get to make to Cairo proper before the big finale of this crazy war, so he had made sure to stock up on as much supplies in the city as possible.  The pyramids couldn’t take care of themselves, but neither could Jack take care of them on an empty stomach or without some of his precious coffee.  Ah coffee, probably the only thing keeping him sane by this point with the regular explosions and mass-murders.  Lovely vacation destination, this city.

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#9 [Oct. 23rd, 2006|09:49 pm]
[filter: Keith and Yibril]
"Cordelia's leaving by the end of the week.  Give her a fond farewell for me, okay?

Also, keep your heads down and eyes open.  With that nutjob guy on the lose in Cairo things are looking pretty dangerous, so I'd suggest both of you get to outskirts of the city where it'll be safer.

In fact, come on out to the pyramids, it's pretty safe around here.  The Angels aren't doing a damn thing about them right now, still probably trying to figure out how the hell to blow up millions of tons of rock that not even mother nature has managed to take down yet.
Besides, camping is fun."
[filter]

Cordelia would be broken up if she saw her friends die.  Besides, I'm a bodyguard, as in human bodies.
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#8 [Oct. 10th, 2006|08:56 pm]
[mood | contemplative]

Private )

"Out of curiosity: if you had the chance to run away from this mess would you take it?"

Yeah.  I dunno why I did that or what the hell I'm going to get either.
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#7 [Sep. 18th, 2006|10:57 pm]
[mood | anxious]

"What the shit is going on up there, Cairo?  Everyone down at the pyramids is freaking out and nobody knows enough english to explain what the fuck is going on."

I got a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach about this...
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#6 [Aug. 19th, 2006|12:57 am]
"Does anyone else think that Snakes on a Plane would make a great movie?"

I'm bored out of my skull and amusing myself with random brain tangents.
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#5 [Aug. 3rd, 2006|11:02 pm]
"Hey, Cairo-type peoples, I'm gonna be stuck here for while and kind of need a job to support myself .  Don't want to drain too much from the old bank account, eh?

So I'm wondering, if anyone in Cairo interested in hiring a bodyguard?  I've got great references that I can give to you (can't put them up publicly for employer/client confidentiality reasons) and am willing to work relatively cheaply.  So, how about it?"

I figure it's worth a shot.  If these guys are trying to kill each other like I understand, I bet somebody wants some help.
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(no subject) [Aug. 1st, 2006|10:42 am]
[mood | chipper]

Alright!  Looks like I finally managed to find a fairly cheap place to stay until either this shit in Cairo blows over or those dumbasses over at the US Embassy finally get me a replacement passport.  Now I just need to get a job, don't want to drain the old bank account any more than I have to here...  I sure hope that some rich people here in Cairo are afraid those 'angels' are going to try to eat them or something.

Also- Cordelia's coffee shop has some of the best damn coffee I've ever had.
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#4 [Jul. 21st, 2006|09:46 pm]
[mood | blank]

"So, anyone here care to enlighten the newbie?  How often does shit like this blow up here?

EDIT:  Also, who the fuck blows up an Abbey and calls themselves an Angel afterwards?"

Apparently some of those guys calling themselves Angels went and fucking blew up Westminster Abbey in London.  ...Who the fuck blows up and Abbey and calls themselves Angels?

Man... and here I had hoped this had all been some sort of mass delusion or some shit like what really went on in Roswell.   Damnit to hell, I need more cigarettes for this.

And coffee.
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#3 [Jul. 16th, 2006|07:34 pm]
"GODDAMNIT AMERICA!  IS THERE ANYONE IN THE GOVERNMENT WHO IS ACTUALLY THE LEAST BIT COMPETENT!?  IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK!?"
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#2 [Jul. 16th, 2006|04:50 pm]
"Alright, I know this is a longshot.  I know you people are probably going to just point and laugh at me.  And I know I look like an idiot.

Has anyone in Cairo seen a US passport lying around?  It's got that black, faux leather cover and the stupid gold eagle design with the shield and olive branch and arrows.  Please, I really really need it."

Somehow I don't think this will turn up anything.
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(no subject) [Jul. 13th, 2006|02:02 pm]
...
Fuck
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

I can't believe I lost my passport.

I seriously DO NOT want to be stuck here.
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#1 [Jul. 4th, 2006|08:47 pm]
[mood | cranky]

"Alright, look, kids, I'm sure that your little game here is extremely important to you.  I'm sure that the fate of your imaginary world really is hanging in the balance and everyone has to do their part blah-blah-blah.  I'm also sure that it's tons of fun, for you that is.  I, however, am not a little kid or twenty-something-year-old living in my parents' basement.  I'm a thirty-five year-old man with a job.  I have more to look forward to in my life than little snippets of your role-playing or drama about how Little Timmy cut off your character's head with a +5 Spatula of Somethingorother.

So in conclusion, don't send out these e-mails inviting people to your game randomly.  Take the time to figure out if somebody is interested or if you even know who the hell they are."

Man, I can't believe some kids actually sent me an invitation to their game.  How the hell did they even manage to send it to me?  Must've been trying random e-mail addresses, I guess.

...kids are stupid.
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(no subject) [Jun. 15th, 2006|11:49 pm]
[mood |jetlag! D=]

Man, I hate flying to other countries. Customs is such a pain in the ass; I barely got my USPs through. Fortunately the same old story with my boots did the trick with the knives. Man, I love that central bracing support in the sole, it gets them every time. Oh yeah, can't forget the wonderful jetlag of moving through six or seven timezone or was it eight?. I feel like I'm about to collapse -I oughta do that after this is done.

Damn it feels good to get off of that plane.

...
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...nothing else to write. Ah hell, no sense wracking my brain for anything else. There's a bed and I'm exhausted. E-mail can wait until I'm fully conscious.
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