Monday, July 27, 2009

I've paid my dues

Let's have a discussion. Just you and I. I'm going to name two situations, and you're going to pick one of those that you most prefer or would most prefer. So let's begin.

1a. You work at a job, it's thankless, and you don't get noticed. All of your life you've trained for all your life. At first you thought it was rewarding. But the pay is minimal, and you're in danger everyday of your life.
1b. You have a job, people appreciate you all the time, you do the work, get it done, get out. You get paid well. You don't have to be in danger most all of your day.

2a. You're surrounded by people, some of them friends, most of them dislike you because you're not like them. You're not better then them, not by a longshot. But you're unique. Most everyone dislikes that. You however have used it.
2b. You're surrounded by people, who make you happy, you get to laugh, have a good time, you don't have to stand on airs to tiptoe around. Pretend to be something you're not.

3a. You make 10,000$ a year.
3b. You make 1,000,000$ a year.

4a. You get pestered to do the same thing over and over again.
4b. Each day is something different.

5a. Sometimes the work you do is noble, most of the time, you disagree with the doctorine and logic guiding it.
5b. What you do is what you do and there is no moral dilemma attached.

If you've answered A to any of those questions, we need to have a talk. I got a sweet gig away from the Jedi Temple. It was great, I got paid well, I didn't have to pretend to be something I'm not. I missed my friends and "loved ones" (Which I'm not supposed to have, Love is weakness, remember) But I made new friends. Friends who are just as cool as the old ones.

Imagine walking into the local cantina and seeing your face on a missing poster.

Imagine seeing the person who is looking for you is your sidekick who didn't get the hint that she was to shoot off on her own and become a hero.

Imagine how upset you get when you realize how much things have changed, but how things are still the same.

I'm back on Kashyyk. I was to have a meeting with Grand Master Yoda, and it went, okay. He is taking me back into the order... So in the long run...

I chose A.

If you'll excuse me, I got a lot of time missed to catch up on,
Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Where in the Universe is Erifia Apoc?

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Gentle Readers,

Typically I am not one for puns, gentle readers, but it has come to my attention that my gracious Mistress has been MIA. Where is she? It feels good to say this again. I Don't Know! What I do know is she has not been around.

It's been quite some time, hasn't it? I don't often check this thing anymore, I got a pat time gig modeling, and designing, and needless to say, the Galatic Republic is a better place because of it. You can check me out on the cover of "Sidekicks Monthly" I didn't look at the magazine, at the inside. But I looked good.

After Erifia vanished, I went back to earth, and have been looking for work since. So far, I've been a waitress. It was rough... I couldn't remember any one's orders, I made horrible tips (Save for the handsome young men) and I got fired at least ten times. I tried working outside, and found myself sunning more then working.

I need to be a sidekick...

Either someone find Erifia Apoc, or hire me as your sidekick, because next time you go in a resturaunt I could be your waitress. I don't know about you, but I think we both think, that we both don't want that...


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Friday, May 09, 2008

The Dread Return (Becca)

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Gentle Readers,

It is I, Becca the Magnificent. Like, I was shocked today when Erifia walked onto the ship, and she sat down. We were, I don’t know, like just sitting outside a McDookus and we were munching on some burgers and fries, (We of course is I and the stupid Tauntaun) and she stepped onto the ship, and said, “We are going.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, and she looked at me, smiled, and said, “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” The stupid tauntaun was happy to see her and he bounced around.

I don’t know…

Wow, it feels like forever since I said that… I’m going to relish in not knowing for awhile.

I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.

Ahhh… Indeed Gentle Reader, at least until Erifia decides that life needs tending to again, like, who knows when that will be…

She kicked on the thrusters of the ship, whose name I gladly don’t know… And like we were off to our next adventure, and when we saw the camera ship flying around us and I saw a large billboard that said “Last Gladiator Standing III” I wondered who didn’t know their grammar and mechanics enough to know that three I’s don’t go together.

Oh well… I don’t know where we are going, but I’m excited to be back…


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Thursday, November 01, 2007


Hey everyone.

I've tried and tried again to get everything put together, and to find time to blog. But needless to say, this Semester has destroyed my free time. So, I am going on a Hiatus. Probably until December when I don't have School for a month. In that month, I promise you, and ending to this Becca Story, and of course, another story, probably Christmas Based.

What opted me to finally say something?

I, and I believe Miss Pelda Pinik have been robbed.

Normally, I am flattered to think that someone wants to use my little Erifia, or Miss Rebecca, or any of my other characters for their purposes. I am fine. Even using my concepts. But I am a writer, some of you may not believe a good one (which is fair), but everyone will agree that at the end of the day - writers only have what they have written.

I was a part of that site, to be honest, I know not what happened to all of the previous posts. Nor do I know what happened to the site. But the first entry, is Belda's own work, and the second is mine. With no credit to the original authors.

I'm not one for drama, but look, please, just delete those two entries, it is not right to steal.

Thanks for your time everyone,

Long overdue Hugs and Kisses,
Erifia Apoc

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Visit Home: Part 5 (Becca)

Long time no see Gentle Reader!

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Needless to say, my story’s been done for perhaps six weeks, and The Author is too lazy to post it up… He says its school, but somehow I don’t believe him. He’s got to be graduated; he is The Author, right?

But, I don’t know… I need to get this story out there… So I had one left, Private Hudson.

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He came to my door, wearing a suit, with his hair slicked back. He was trying to look nice. He wasn’t stinky – Like… He was stinky, but it was because he was nervous and put too much cologne on. He had a large bouquet of flowers, and when I answered the door in my long red dress, he looked down, “I’m sorry I’m late Mr. and Mrs. Magnificenta, is Rebecca home?”

“Hudson, it’s me,” I said.

“Oh! Becca… How are ya’ll?” I forced a smile, “I’m good Hudson.”

“Look! I’m gunna take you out for a real nice date…”

Needless to say Hudson’s real nice date, by human standards is not that terribly nice. He took me to a little family restaurant near by. It was one of the struggling places, not many people know of.

When the waitress came over, he kept his eyes intent on mine. I didn’t read his mind, because he was trying sooo hard to not look at the waitress. I don’t know, to me, that was like one of the sweetest things he had ever done.

“What’ll you have?” The waitress asked.

Oh Sweet Protector of All Things Holy! If I hear the words sensual salad again, I’m going to freak.

He said, “I’ll have a sensual salad… She can order what she wants.”

“I don’t know… Uhm…” Given the freedom, I guess I really didn’t know what I wanted, “A Sensual Salad.”

So the waitress brought two sensual salads. Hudson and I talked over our salads. He really is a, I don’t know, a nice guy. But he’s a pervert. If I had a dollar for every time I caught him trying to see me naked.

I don’t know… I think at that many times he’s tried to see me naked, it makes me sick to my stomach. He took me out to a movie, and let me pick the movie! He was like, really sweet the whole date. He didn’t try to put any moves on me…

Until we were in the dark movie theater, he slipped his arm around my shoulder, and I lifted it off. He put it back. I lifted it off. It was a cartoon from that point. On, off, on, off, on, off. Finally, he decided to stick his hand on my knee.

He leaned over to kiss me, and I head butted him. On purpose, but I don’t know, I’m quite good at making it look like a mistake, then I uppercut him. He fell back down a couple of seats away, “What a kiss!?” He claimed loudly, and started chasing me.

I don’t know… Is there not a decent man out there?


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