11-08-2012, 07:26 AM
Entry 1____________________________
Hi.
I'm Rigley. I just bought a new book. Log, rather. A book would have actual content I guess. This is more like... blank pages. Oh well. I also made sure to purchase a chain to attach to this one, after the last one managed to plummet down to earth mid-flight.
I guess I'll just run through the general things on this first page. Like I said, I'm Rigley. Rigley Darrson. If you're reading this I'd really appreciate it if you stopped at around this page and gave this back to me. There's really no need to look through the rest of this. It'd be a little rude, too. So uh. Yes. Please return to the Ironforge Military Ward. Just ask for the Aquanaut. Or the Aquatic Engineer. Or the diver. I'm sure someone could point you in the right direction.
Again, you really don't need to read more of this if you find it. Really. Please.
Right, less of that. I'm not planning on losing this one anyways. After three (or was it four?) of these logs I think I can manage to learn enough to hang onto one. So yes, I'm a aquatic engineer. Former naval officer (discharged) and part-time cartographer of the Explorer's League. I draw sea charts, which is a pretty narrow field of employment. It usually involves me doing day and night flights over coasts on my gyrocopter, then making camp somewhere to make my notations. It doesn't pay much, but no one else really does it. So I guess I don't have any competition, at least?
It's a bit lonely though.
Um. What else. I really dislike openings like this. It's a bit awkward writing about yourself to yourself. ...That's the whole point of a journal though (I guess), and I've been doing that for the last few years.
Right, the journal.
So I'm writing this as a collection of events and schemata I make while in travel. And because the medical evaluation staff back in the navy said it was a coping mechanism. I don't really write interesting stuff though, and I've never really read back on anything. So I guess it's more cathartic than anything, if that's the right word. Kinda like when someone asks you 'how was your day?', except without the actual meaningful social interaction with anything more than an inanimate object. So really it's more like 'how was your day, self?'. Which is a bit depressing.
...I guess I'll write more later.
Hi.
I'm Rigley. I just bought a new book. Log, rather. A book would have actual content I guess. This is more like... blank pages. Oh well. I also made sure to purchase a chain to attach to this one, after the last one managed to plummet down to earth mid-flight.
I guess I'll just run through the general things on this first page. Like I said, I'm Rigley. Rigley Darrson. If you're reading this I'd really appreciate it if you stopped at around this page and gave this back to me. There's really no need to look through the rest of this. It'd be a little rude, too. So uh. Yes. Please return to the Ironforge Military Ward. Just ask for the Aquanaut. Or the Aquatic Engineer. Or the diver. I'm sure someone could point you in the right direction.
Again, you really don't need to read more of this if you find it. Really. Please.
Right, less of that. I'm not planning on losing this one anyways. After three (or was it four?) of these logs I think I can manage to learn enough to hang onto one. So yes, I'm a aquatic engineer. Former naval officer (discharged) and part-time cartographer of the Explorer's League. I draw sea charts, which is a pretty narrow field of employment. It usually involves me doing day and night flights over coasts on my gyrocopter, then making camp somewhere to make my notations. It doesn't pay much, but no one else really does it. So I guess I don't have any competition, at least?
It's a bit lonely though.
Um. What else. I really dislike openings like this. It's a bit awkward writing about yourself to yourself. ...That's the whole point of a journal though (I guess), and I've been doing that for the last few years.
Right, the journal.
So I'm writing this as a collection of events and schemata I make while in travel. And because the medical evaluation staff back in the navy said it was a coping mechanism. I don't really write interesting stuff though, and I've never really read back on anything. So I guess it's more cathartic than anything, if that's the right word. Kinda like when someone asks you 'how was your day?', except without the actual meaningful social interaction with anything more than an inanimate object. So really it's more like 'how was your day, self?'. Which is a bit depressing.
...I guess I'll write more later.