The wonders known as 'my job'

Once again Legion is keeping to his normal update schedule of 'if and when I get around to it, (read- usually when I really need to do something else but I'm going to procrastinate so I'm doing this instead)'
So I decided to share my most recent amusement with the wonderful world known as the people who should really be doing something yet choose to read this instead. (Am I the only one that has noticed that I have spent far too much time on the wrong jobs recently? Oh well, for now you have my attention and my hands at the very least.)
This is not what the entry was about... CirKus and JuggLer are finally getting to my head... Might have been FooL... have to track down the prankster. Will do so after finishing this entry.

Now, as I'm sure at least some of you are aware, I tend to only be 'present' in Legion's consciousness in the evenings. So I found, to my great amusement, a story through sources which shall remain nameless (Legion is a bit manic about confidentiality). As it turns out, this story is an account of events which have happened in my absence.
While I admit (generally quite quietly) to having been 'present' during the morning hours approximately 5 times, this has not allowed for a great level of acclimatization to "Morning Legion" so it is greatly amusing to hear of the "stumbling... not awake... [requiring] remind[ing]" jumble of thoughts which accumulates from the depths of sleep to form the Legion we all know and love.
While I cannot give away the entirety of the story due to certain confidentiality policies, the moral of the story is this; it has once again been proven that Legion and their memory do not connect until after they awaken* (Which tends to involve the only voluntary use for large amounts of water).

Though I realise that not all of you will realise the great potential for humour in this story, I am hoping that at least one of you will share in the amusement of a half buried translator.
Rune

*Now to truly realise the context of this story you must remember that Legion's version of 'awaken' does not translate to 'opening eyes'. No, that would be far too simple. Instead Legion's version of 'awaken' (also known as the time at which they finally connect with their memory) involves a much longer process.
Out of preference and a copious number of hours spent perfecting the process, 'awakening' involves multiple alarm clocks, sun, the all important shower and breakfast.
This story took place before both the shower and breakfast. I do not believe that this requires my skills as a translator but for the sake of my job I will put this in; during the story Legion was essentially a walking zombie.

God Likes Shinies - the worded version

And one again it falls to me to translate from a dialect of Legionilic into English... so sad...

For a group of such refined minds you would think that they would remember that while dialects tend to be compatible, entirely separate languages are difficult to translate if you aren't familiar with both. Thankfully there's this wonderful thing known as 'common'.

The point of this entry, however, was not to reveal the trials of working within such a dynamically challenging environment. It was to do my job; translate. (well... my official job at least...)

The first diagram is Christians reflecting God into the world so that the world, as well as themselves, might know Jesus. If the connection is working as it's supposed to, everyone is happy.

The second diagram is Christians praising God, yet concentrating only on praising God. Because of their single-mindedness, their light is not reflected to the world. The people are saddened by being left out.

In the third diagram the Christians have, in an effort to be relevant to the world, turned away from God and no longer reflect his light. Instead they reflect the darkness of the world back at the people of the world. As the people look into the Christian 'mirrors' they are horrified to see darkness instead of the light of salvation.

About time....

Greetings, one and all.

I'm not sure that Legion remembered to post that section where you get to tell us all apart. As I recall, he didn't. Oh well, wasn't the quote something about 'forgetfulness being one of the signs of a great mind'.
... maybe not. But I can definitely claim 'Tidiness is the last refuge of a desperate mind'. It may be noted that the only neat thing Legion and I tend to maintain is electronical.

I am however, unfortunetly, most off subject. Please excuse me.

As I decided that somewhere in this collection of ramblings there needed to be some veiw from the female persuasion. And so, here I am. Couldn't leave Data all alone. (Not that I get listened to any more often... just have a bit more in the way of active attention grabbing).

And so I say hello, and welcome.
I suggest you leave all hope of sanity here.