and so, it begins

[rivendellrose]

I can't beat IO9's headline for this story: The Folks Who Made The Robot 'Big Dog' Are Building a Real Cylon.

...Is it too early to say that I, for one, welcome our new Toaster overlords? ♥

Also, snagged from deborah_judge:

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'.

Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and I'll give you a treat. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

Can't promise I'll be prompt (y'all know usually happens when I do, after all... and I am actually at work, alas), but I'll try to get everybody!

Comments

[rivendellrose.livejournal.com]

In the end, it was all the Cashlings' faults. The Cashlings and the admiralty, and their vac-head toadies, but Festina had long since given up expecting the barest modicum of sense out of either the admiralty or the average crew of vac-heads, so blaming the Cashlings seemed like the best thing to keep her from going on a(nother) rampage and a(nother) six hour binge of feeling sorry for herself for how stupid her species had become.

Still. Some genius vac-head just had to introduce the Cashlings to the idea of Halloween, didn't they?

[sentientcitizen]

Ahaha yes yes yes! :D