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julesjonesI missed this last time it came around as an LJ meme. But I'm frantically cat-vacuuming, and Making Light has a new thread on story openings. So here are a few of mine:
It took Allard precisely ten seconds to diagnose why "the screen thingy went all black."
"That's the fifth power-cable out of its socket I've seen today," he snarled gently. Time to go through the job ads. It could be very therapeutic to reassure himself that there was a vast market out there for sysadmins who had got tired of the current bunch of morons they were working with. He tried not to remember that the vast market was largely composed of other bunches of morons who had recently pushed their previous sysadmins beyond the point of tolerance. If nothing else, if he found a job on another planet, at least it would be a change of scenery.
-- The Syndicate
There's a village I live in for part of the year, one of those small villages where everyone knows everyone else and their genealogy, or so it seems. I'm not such a fool as to think that I’ve been accepted by the locals as one of them, but at least I've been classed as a useful resident rather than as a damned nuisance tourist -- or worse, a weekender. I’d rather keep that designation, so I'll not be naming the village in question.
-- Spindrift
"We surrender!"
Reeve thought for a second, then gave the ceasefire order and stared at the screen.
The prison transport lay before them, not just dropped into normal space, but stalled completely. Reeve chewed on his thumbnail, considering the screen. This was just a little too easy -- prison service ships weren't normally crewed by fight-to-the-last-man types, but they also weren't pushovers. And if any Protectorate prison transport was to be fitted with heavy armaments, it would be the one selected to carry a convicted Union spy to her punishment. He’d been lucky with the brief exchange of fire, the transport's shields going down at the first hit to give him free access to her engines, but still it seemed too lucky.
-- Mindscan
It took Allard precisely ten seconds to diagnose why "the screen thingy went all black."
"That's the fifth power-cable out of its socket I've seen today," he snarled gently. Time to go through the job ads. It could be very therapeutic to reassure himself that there was a vast market out there for sysadmins who had got tired of the current bunch of morons they were working with. He tried not to remember that the vast market was largely composed of other bunches of morons who had recently pushed their previous sysadmins beyond the point of tolerance. If nothing else, if he found a job on another planet, at least it would be a change of scenery.
-- The Syndicate
There's a village I live in for part of the year, one of those small villages where everyone knows everyone else and their genealogy, or so it seems. I'm not such a fool as to think that I’ve been accepted by the locals as one of them, but at least I've been classed as a useful resident rather than as a damned nuisance tourist -- or worse, a weekender. I’d rather keep that designation, so I'll not be naming the village in question.
-- Spindrift
"We surrender!"
Reeve thought for a second, then gave the ceasefire order and stared at the screen.
The prison transport lay before them, not just dropped into normal space, but stalled completely. Reeve chewed on his thumbnail, considering the screen. This was just a little too easy -- prison service ships weren't normally crewed by fight-to-the-last-man types, but they also weren't pushovers. And if any Protectorate prison transport was to be fitted with heavy armaments, it would be the one selected to carry a convicted Union spy to her punishment. He’d been lucky with the brief exchange of fire, the transport's shields going down at the first hit to give him free access to her engines, but still it seemed too lucky.
-- Mindscan
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Date: 2007-04-30 12:22 am (UTC)For example, not realizing that working for the Federal Government means forms have to be filled out.
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