Derk Tollin

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

The First of Many

I got this in my e-mail box yesterday, so I thought I would put it up for you all to see. Again, if you have a banner or any other type of drawing, photo, etc. and would like to share it with everyone, please feel free to e-mail me at

Although it is in the photo, I'd just like to say "Thank You" to "Jotacon" for his submission.


Tuesday, October 24, 2006

"Team Tollin"

Today I would like to talk a little bit about those fine men and women who took time out of their lives to help me out when I didn't even know that I was in trouble.

At the time, the only "problem" that I was having were some dreams of mine that included a woman who spoke, but no words would ever come out. It was nothing really important, but these people came in and started asking me questions about the dreams.

Over time some strange events started occurring in my life. Strange encrypted notes started appearing on my computer screen as "pop-ups" and were even left in my apartment for me to find. One day my room was even trashed and, as long as it took me to get from the bedroom to the bathroom and back, whoever had messed up my room had cleaned it up.

Before I knew it, these find folks (who have called themselves "Team Tollin"), had discovered that I was in a strange sort of coma and that the woman in my dreams was Alison Young, who I later found out to be my "nurse" and sister.

The "coma" was introduced via a car accident that occurred when I was only a child. Alli, who only survived the accident by being sick enough not to be in the car at the time, had brought me to a company called "Avelon Tech", where they hooked me up to an "Alternate Reality Memory" machine that caused me to feel as if I was just as alive and living in the world as you or anyone else via a computer program.

"Team Tollin" discovered, through talking to Alli and the programs designer (who we will just name "Richard" for now), that there was a flaw in the "ARM" device that was plugged into my brain and that a chip, the "child" of a mad-man named Lyle Boucher, in the device had a shelf life of only a few years. The bad part about that? The flaw in mine only had 20 days left on it from the time all of this was found out.

So, without really knowing anything about me, "Team Tollin" dove deeper into the mystery to find out that I could get taken out of the "ARM" device safely if the correct password for the program could be found. But that couldn't be done safely unless I was taken out of "Avelon Tech".

With their wits about them, "Team Tollin" kept guard as Alli and her best friend, Tracy Bunn, rushed me out of "Avelon Tech", get into a high speed chase involving "Stripping Bikers", "Stripping Spikes" or "Spike Strips" (depending on who you ask) and got me safely into a storage shed where a "safe" "ARM", which had been stolen by one of the security personnel, was awaiting our arrival.

Using techniques that are a complete mystery to me, "Team Tollin" was able to discover the password - and this part is going to sound really strange - via a computer in Richards' office that was only accessible using the "safe" "ARM" device since, in reality, Richards' office had a key-code lock on it that only he knew the combination to. Combine that with the fact that Richard ended up committing suicide in his car shortly before my extraction from "Avelon Tech", and you end up with the only other alternative, which is what was mentioned before.

Keep in mind now that all of this was done by a group of individuals who knew absolutely nothing about me except for what came across to them in a chat room program that was installed onto my computer located in the "alternate reality" that I was living in at the time.

Sometimes life can show you the best side of humanity while opening your eyes to the worst at the same time. "Team Tollin" went above and beyond the "call of duty" (to use a common "catch phrase") to help a complete stranger in his greatest time of need. This is a point that needs to be made and is also a fact that I, the one that was rescued by these fine folks, will never forget.

While I may not know exactly how "Team Tollin" found me - if it is a community of heroes or a chance encounter - I do know that my life will be dedicated to them by helping anyone I may come across that just needs someone to listen to them.

Thank you, "Team Tollin", for everything that you have done and continue to do for me.

So Far Away

Just so you are aware, I will be AFK from the evening of October 25th - October 30th as I will be moving into a new apartment and trying to get an internet connection set up via my cable modem. While Alli hasn't said anything about me being here, I feel that it is time for me to go out on my own now.

Don't worry, I have written down all of the rules that she has set up for me regarding my conditions and Lyle.

1) Never use your real name
2) People call you Bob
3) Never give out your location
4) The less people know about where you are, the safer you will be.

Got those and a whole lot more. So, Alli, if you read this, I know.

Monday, October 23, 2006

A Little Fun

Okay, so creating this blog has seemed to spawn another side of my personality, my "creative" side. I must say that this side is really quite annoying and needs to shut up sometimes. But, it keeps me busy when I'm not at work so it's not all that bad.

I have a feeling that some of you who have not only helped me in the past but know about this little something called "Team Tollin" (btw, "Team Young" is still looking for members. hehe) have a "creative" side as well. If you don't know about "Team Tollin", that's okay, I will soon post about these people and the great things that they accomplished for me (that's what I am going to post about tomorrow). They are the reason why I am alive today and, whether that is a bad thing or not, they will always hold a special place in my heart.

What I would like to see is your creative side by creating something having to do with "Team Tollin". It can be a banner, icon or just a picture that you draw. If you already have something made up, simply e-mail me the link at my e-mail address and I will put it on this blog.

I don't know why I think that this will be interesting, but there is something about "art" that allows a person to show others what they are really about or how they feel about a certain topic.

I do have one rule, however. No matter what people create, I don't want to see any negative comments about it here. I will delete those on the spot. I feel that at one time we were a kind of close group and don't want to spank any of you (I usually leave that task to Tracy but she's married and lives in France. I'm sure she'd be willing to travel for the opportunity though, so don't make me do it.).

Call me names, put eggs on my car, I don't care. But I don't want to see anger towards each other here. There is enough of that going on in the world today and I will not allow this blog to become a place for it to also exist. Think of this as an "alternate universe where only love and friendship prevail".

I will put something up in a few days and you guys can have your way with it. I don't know what it will be or say, except for "Team Tollin", but I know that it will suck... but in a good way... so be prepared.


One more quick little addition to this blog. Someone mentioned something about IRC in a comment to my first post. Not really remembering anything about it, I asked Alli and she updated me. She also remembered the room name and everything else. So, if you are reading this and are around, be sure to jump in and I will try to do the same.

Hope to see you there. Miss you guys!

Until then...

You've Been Watching

It was actually amazing to me to find that people commented on my "first" (put in quotes since it really isn't the "first ever") post on this new blog. While it was nice to know that people have not forgotten about me, I was not able to convey my appreciation in return by commenting back until now. For that, I send you all my sincere apologies.

While I would like to say that this blog will be a continuous thing for me, like all people I know not what the future holds for me.

As for my absence, well I might as well tell the truth - I forgot all about this blog.

I felt so bad when I saw the comments sitting there. You took time out of your life to comment and I look like a complete boob for not doing anything about it.

One side effect that being in the "ARM" device caused was a dropping of certain memories. You can not imagine how emotionally painful such a thing is. But, that is using an excuse for my mistake, and I refuse to try and make it that. I just want you to understand one of the many battles that I have been fighting this past year.

Tomorrow I will post what I wanted to post today. However, upon re-finding this blog and the contents within it, I felt that this kind of post was more important. You have not forgotten, I have not forgotten about you and this blog will have my full attention from now on (thanks to a post-it on my computer screen mentioning that this blog exists and to check it often - just one of my little "counter measures" to my minor "brain toots").

Now for my "complaint of the week": How come the spell-check for a blog doesn't recognize the word "blog"? I mean, they came up with the word, you'd think they would know it as a correctly spelled word.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

At Long Last

It has been over a year since I last had a blog to call my own, so you'll have to excuse me if I seem a little anxious to get things rolling and tell you all about what I have been up to since I last made my thoughts and, at the time, dreams known to the internet public.

Right, so what's new? Hmmmm...

Well, for starters, Alli has gone back to college to become a teacher. She is still very "motherly" towards me which is not always a bad thing. For instance, I ruptured the Suprapetellar (sp?) Tendon in my left knee about a week ago and she has been nothing short of a angel.

I was on crutches for about a week and have to use my knee brace on and off, much to my doctors dismay. He says that I will need surgery to repair it. However, in my personal opinion, that would be a step backwards from where I am now.

The first two days were the most painful since I could barely get my leg up onto my bed to sleep. This was very depressing and I remember being angry at myself for not dealing with the pain as a man but, instead, crying like a child.

The fifth day was the first day that I could actually start sleeping on my right side . It was amazing how something like that made me smile throughout the whole day and not a single thing that would have normally pissed me off to no end could ruin this miracle.

It is now day 8 and I can walk around for hours, sleep on both sides, bend my leg at such an angel that is actually comfortable for me to sit in a chair... and all without my brace on.

So you can easily see how such an action as going to surgery to take care of this little problem would only hinder my current state of happiness and daily steps to full recovery, no matter what a doctor tells me.

Harry is dead. That was a sad day for both Alli and I. Even though he was sort of responsible for the situation that I was put into, he was more a puppet then anything else and so we actually felt pity for the man.

No one knows exactly how he died, depending on who you talk to. The police (as bad in real life as they were in Avelon, it seems) say that he died from multiple gunshots to the chest and head. The coroner report states that he was strangled to death, mentioning nothing about gunshot wounds at all. The only thing that anyone can agree on is that Harry is no more.

Lyle got released from jail (after Harry was killed, in case you wanted to know) due to some corrupt judge who got paid to say that there was not enough evidence to continue on with the trial and thus throw the case, along with Lyle and our dreams of having a positive outcome from last years mishap, out of court.

Lyle has been brought back to court time and time again, only to have his case thrown out by judges who get disbarred for taking bribes and retire to Florida a few weeks later.

Whoever Lyle's "friends'" are, they sure have a pocketbook bigger then even I can hope to accumulate.

Which brings me to... well... me.

Besides my recent knee problem, I have been working in the food industry and plan on starting my own food business in the next couple of years. I was recently up for a promotion but got turned down for some idiot who knew nothing about the industry itself (not that I had a real good idea myself). This person, who will remain nameless, didn't even know what "food cost" was until I told her. That should tell you just how screwed up this company really is.

Hence the reason why I want to start my own food business - to blow them the f*** out of the water. I already have a set-up in mind that would blow their speed of service times out of the water. All I need now is enough money and it will be "game on".

As you can imagine, starting your own business takes a lot of time out of ones day, so that is what I do now when I'm not working for that idiot of a boss.

Oh crap! I almost forgot about Tracy... oh, sweet, sexy little Tracy. Wow! What can I say about her that is new? Well, she took one look in the mirror and decided she better settle down with someone quick and start a family before she turns to dust (her words, not mine). So, she traveled to France and picked up the first guy she met with a European accent and settled down.

Alli and I speak with her every so often, mostly via e-mail since the phone charges are painful to look at when the bill shows up, and we've gone to France a couple of times to hang out with her and her hubby. Most of the time she talks about how she can never understand him (Tracy isn't very fluent in French. Not that I am, but she's even worse then me in that area) except when they are... how do I say this properly?... "together". As Tracy puts it, "There are just some things that are understood, no matter what language they are in." Giggle, giggle, nudge, nudge.

Well, I think I covered just about all of the new and important news. I will update this blog as time goes on to keep everyone updated on the progress of my knee as well as anything else that may pop up from time to time.

Until then...