My name is Pharazon, you can call me Phar if ya want.


I can't wait till T4!!






check out my fanfic page if you want, unfortunately it's not much and I kind of doubt I'm going to continue it - mainly it was just a small thing that helped me with the last couple weeks of the good ol' hiatus: http://terminatorwiki.fox.com/page/Pharazon%27s+Fan+Fiction





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Proud pilot of the SHIPPERFLY crew. We pilot the SHIP which is more commonly known as Jameron!

"Oh my god! What can it be?! We're all doomed!! Who's flying this thing!?"
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"Oh right, that would be me. Back to work."

Closeup of the pilot. Yeah. =P

Mr. Universe and the idiot-engineer (what's his name? xD) are not pictured in this take.
Working on a drawing that will include them. We'll see how that goes...sometime. When I get some free time.

Update on the ship - the crybaby devices have been reconfigured to broadcast "Never Gonna Give You Up" when Alliance ships get closer to them, instead of the distress signal when they are further away. Heh.
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"I'm a leaf on the wind...watch how I soar."

"Love. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells ya she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. Makes her home."

As pertains to SHIPPERFLY: I just want to send out thanks to the great crew of the "Jameron ship" and everyone else who supports it over on the Jameron thread. Thanks for all the love that keeps us flying.



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Quote from my favorite book:

"The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk, letting the motion of the wind and the leaves carry her forward. Her head was half bent to watch her shoes stir the circling leaves. Her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the dark eyes were so fixed to the world that no move escaped them. Her dress was white and it whispered."

-Ray Bradbury (Fahrenheit 451)

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