nerdherdchuck: (Accessing)
[Locked to those who know of his secret life.]

Cut for general season 4 spoilers )

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 179
nerdherdchuck: (Comic - Star Wars)
When I started to open up Morgan's gift, my buddy began to explain, "Your gift isn't quite complete yet but, I still hope you like it."

"Morgan, I'm sure I will," I replied as I continued to unwrap the cylindrical shaped object. Once the paper was removed, I could see a black tube with a plastic cap at the top. I popped off the cap and reached inside the tube. Feeling something of rolled up glossy paper, I carefully removed the roll and then unrolled it to reveal a TRON: Legacy movie poster.

Grinning, I turned back to Morgan.

"I was gonna get it framed to match the original TRON poster you got but, between the missions and the crazy hours at the Buy More-"

I stopped Morgan right there. "You don't need to apologize or anything. This is a kick ass gift, Morgan."

"I still owe you a frame."

There was no convincing him otherwise so I just remarked, "If you insist. But it's still cool the way it is."

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 171
nerdherdchuck: (Perplexed/on phone)
Okay.

The only one I can think of at the moment is the classic tale of the frustrated tech support worker though. It's been retold and updated over the years so that it no longer references DOS and has wireless technology. The latest way I've heard it was something like this:

Tech Support: How may I help you today?

Customer: Well, I was using my desktop computer and then the screen went black. I can't seem to get anything to work.

Tech Support: Oh, I see. Have you tried moving the mouse? Sometimes a screen saver or a power save mode feature will kick in causing the the screen to go black.

Customer: Oh okay, let me try that.

(A moment passes.)

Customer: No, sorry. That didn't help. The screen is still black.

Tech Support: Try to check the cable for the mouse to see if it's still plugged in.

Customer: There isn't one.

Tech Support: Oh, it's a wireless mouse then. Flip it over. Do you see a red light still on?

Customer: I do.

Tech Support: Then lets make sure the receiver still is working. Is there a little rectangular object plugged into the computer?

Customer: I don't see one.

Tech Support: Please check around the machine to see if it's fallen out of the USB slot.

Customer: The what?

Tech Support: The USB slot. It's a grooved socket that's shaped like a rounded rectangle.

Customer: I can't see one.

Tech Support: There should be several on the machine-

Customer: Well, I really can't see anything at the moment.

Tech Support: Why not?

Customer: Because the office is totally dark. I think the power went out.

Tech Support: Sir, the computer cannot operate without any power.

Customer: Then why is there a light on the mouse?

Tech Support: Because that works on a battery.

Customer: Well, I feel dumb.

Tech Support: You should. Honestly, I think you're too stupid to own a computer.


It's probably not quite as good as the original though.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 335
nerdherdchuck: (Accessing)
I'd say so. My room is pretty neat and my work space at the Nerd Herd desk is too. So I can find just about everything I'm looking for when we need to find it.

I try to keep the apartment neat too.

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

But...I'm maybe not so organized when it comes to forming plans for spy missions. At least, not all the time. I'm getting better though. But in the past, I just sorta charged into a place trying to help. When I did that, I usually ended up getting captured myself. Or, sometimes by dumb luck, I'd do something that ended up saving the team.

One thing I have noticed is that hidden stashes of weapons are always very organized. Whether they're guns or knives, Sarah and Casey's weapons are always hidden under something, or behind something, and each weapon is being held in a slot with Styrofoam all around it.

I don't have anything like that but...then again, I don't tend to carry weapons like those. [/locked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 178
nerdherdchuck: (Bonk)
[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

So last year, Sarah and I disobeyed orders and tried to find my Dad when he was kidnapped by Fulcrum. Casey was assigned to bring us back in and it lead to a stand off between Sarah and Casey, in which they both had a gun pointed at each other.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. These two people that I trusted could possibly kill each other. I was told to sit in the car, but I couldn't just sit there. I stood up and yelled out, "Guys! Guys! We are a team!"

And neither Casey nor Sarah takes their eyes off each other while they bark back at me, in unison, "Stay in the car!"

My interruption didn't do a damn thing. It didn't make either of them pause to think about what I was trying to say. To remember we used to be all on the same side!

They probably could have stood there for hours, but the standoff was cut short a moment later when one of Fulcrum's men jumped up, and both Casey and Sarah fired. The assailant was brought down by their bullets but that revealed Sarah's gun was now out of ammo.

Casey had won.

One long drive back to who knows where was ahead of us, leaving me to wonder who I could really trust.

Of course it all ended up working out. We became a team again and my father was rescued but that's a story for another day.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding episode 2.21 dialogue): 247
nerdherdchuck: (Charles Carmichael)
My full name is Charles Irving Bartowski. I go by Chuck though. And Chuck is short for Charles.

Nothing exciting, I know.

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

My alias is Charles Carmichael. It was a name I sorta thought up on a whim. Sarah had asked that I come up with a name to use on a spy mission and that's what came into my head. I pictured Charles to be this successful software mogul who sailed in America's Cup. No idea what was up with the racing thing. I guess it's just something I figured rich people do.

The spy name actually lasted for several missions. I even was called 'Agent Carmichael' on more than one occasion.

For now though, I've retired that spy persona. No more Agent Carmichael. Just ordinary Chuck Bartowski again. [/locked]

[Private]

But after what I found? This spy may come out of retirement. [/Private]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 154
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
I can recite all of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan.

Now...depending on whether or not you like sci-fi stuff...that fact is either really geeky or really cool.

For most people? It's just geeky. And weird. But I definitely don't randomly start reciting the whole movie and start acting it out or anything. No, no random cosplay moments for me. But if someone asks me to recite the movie (well, usually, when I'm asked, it's just a particular scene) then I'll recite it. (Most often, when I'm asked, it's some scene where Kirk exclaims, "KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!")

If I'm reciting a scene, I may move around a bit for effect.

But not in costume.

Unless I'm at Comic Con or a sci-fi convention and happen to be wearing a Star Trek costume. But that's a rare occurrence.

Okay...this is one random entry, isn't it? Hopefully my next one will make more sense.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 151
nerdherdchuck: (Accessing)
[Locked to those who know his secret]

With the new version of The Intersect, I can be good at anything for a short amount of time. Mostly, the skills flashes are for fighting moves, but I can use the skills flashes to be able to play a guitar or speak another language.

There's a drawback though. Actually two. Maybe three.

One is the previously mentioned fact that I only temporarily have these skills. If I want to use them again, I have to flash again.

And two...well, if I get too nervous or and can't focus, I can't flash. So even though I could potentially have a needed skill in my brain, I might not be able to access it.

The third? The new Intersect is causing me to have some weirdly vivid dreams. It's like flashing in my sleep. But the problem is, the messages get a little muddled together. I had a couple and I was thought to have gone crazy. It turned out that I wasn't crazy then though. But I could slowly go crazy someday.

My Dad says there may be a way to fix the Intersect that will help take some of the stress off my brain.

I sure hope so...

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 206
nerdherdchuck: (There's a lot about me...)
[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

It was almost three years ago that I became The Intersect. Back then, I had no idea how to be a spy. I was always getting in trouble, nearly getting shot, killed and getting into all sorts of trouble. I was only taken on these missions because of the The Intersect. My job was to go in, flash on the bad guy and get out before I got myself killed.

Of course, most of the the time, I screwed up and got caught or something happened to either Sarah or Casey and I tried to go back to save either or both of them. My heart was always in the right place, even if I didn't always have a plan thought out.

As time went on, I learned more and more about being a real spy. And now with the new Intersect in my head, I can flash in ways that give me special skills needed for a mission.

I was taught how to work on my own. But I don't want to be a solo spy. I want to stay with Sarah and Casey.

Of course, Casey's no longer a spy and Sarah...well, I dunno if she quite trusts me anymore since she thinks I killed someone. (I didn't, but I made a promise to keep that truth a secret.)

I don't really know what to do. I finally became a real spy. I finally am somebody.

But...to move on, I have to leave everyone behind. Not just Sarah and Casey but Ellie and Morgan too. I'd be half a world away in Rome. And while it sounds exciting going on missions posing as someone who clearly is living a life of luxury...I don't know if it would be worth it to do all that away from everyone I care about.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 311
nerdherdchuck: (Ruffled Shirt)
I think it's about time someone started working on the hoverboard.

Remember Back to the Future, Part II when Marty is using this floating skateboard like thing? It looked really cool, I thought. And the year that he time travels to in that movie is 2015. That's only five years away now.

For fiction to meet reality, someone has to start working on the hoverboard so we have it for the actual 2015. It shouldn't be all that hard. We already have hovercrafts. And a hoverboard doesn't go all that high that it would be a real safety issue if someone fell off. It just hovers a little higher off the ground than a skateboard is raised up by its wheels.

So c'mon inventors. Get working on that hoverboard!

(Okay, I honestly know Back to the Future was just a movie. And no, I'm really not one of those people that thinks that life really has to imitate the movies. But I still think a hoverboard would be fun.)

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 169
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
I never was one of the cool kids. Bryce on the other hand? Yeah, he fit that profile. He was the good looking guy who could have any girl he wanted. (And for awhile, I thought one of those girls was Jill, but she finally confessed that was a lie.)

Anyway...

Despite being that cool guy, Bryce did have some geeky interests. He could speak Klingon, he actually liked the old school computer games like Zork, and he knew about Everquest! I thought it was kinda strange a guy like him would be likely to hang around with a guy like me. But we did get along...until that whole accusing me of cheating thing. (Luckily, that matter was settled somehow so I did get to graduate, but I digress...)

So, yeah. Bryce was the cool one.

[Locked to those who know of his secret life.]

He was a real spy too. Maybe he was really training me all those years. Maybe those games of running around the library with suction cup guns was really just a spy training game. And maybe he learned about Zork just to make up the puzzle to protect the Intersect until I opened the file.

Still, despite some of the things he put me through, I miss him now. And now, I get what he was really trying to do - prepare me for this life once he realized I was kinda destined to become part of it. He at first tried to keep me away but then entrusted me with the Intersect. He knew I'd be able to use it and would do the right thing with it. [/locked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 275
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
My Tron poster. My Dad bought it for me years ago, when things weren't going so well with him and Mom. I framed it and have had it hung on my wall ever since.

Ellie once said I should take it down, but I'm not going to. I don't care how outdated it is. It has sentimental value and I'm not about to replace it.

But now that Ellie has her own place, I can keep it on my bedroom wall. And that's what I plan on doing.

[Private]

It's more important to me now than it was before. I've been using it to figure out how everyone I've come across on spy missions is connected to the Intersect. I haven't told anyone this, but on the back of the poster is all the information I've collected over the past three years. I don't know if I'll ever have all my questions answered, but maybe some day, I will. [/Private]


Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 160
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
[Locked to Dad]

Dear Dad,

Thank you for everything you've done (and tried to do) for me. I know you tried to give me a normal life again by taking the Intersect out my head. And I definitely appreciated that.

It's just...with everything that happened after that, I just knew I couldn't just go back to a normal life. I needed to do something to help Sarah and Casey. (I sadly was too late to do anything for Bryce.)

So, that's why I uploaded the new Intersect. I don't exactly know how it works or what it will do, but I think I'll be able to use it for some good. I wish you were here to show me what to do and hope I will see you again someday.

If not, thank you for coming to Ellie's wedding and giving her the special day she always wanted. I don't think she'll ever forget that. And neither will I.

Dad, if you can ever contact me again, please do. But if not, I now understand why you can't, even if Ellie may never know. I'll definitely miss you, wherever you are.

Take care of yourself and thanks again for everything.

Love,

Chuck

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 202
nerdherdchuck: (With Morgan)
My buddy Morgan likes fireworks. In fact, he'll go to Chinatown and find a guy selling them. And when he finds that guy and starts talking to him, it's almost like Morgan is trying to buy drugs or something. I mean, that's how it looks. He's really careful, looking around, making sure he's not being followed and stuff. And then he'll buy them.

Does Morgan really know what he's doing? Um...not really. Somehow though, he's managed to set them off without getting hurt though. (Thankfully.)

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

One time Morgan bought fireworks and it was a good thing that he did. You see, there were a bunch of bad guys in a Chinese mob that we were after and things weren't looking so good for our little team. So, I set off a bunch of fireworks as a distraction. The mobsters ran out to see what was going on and I slipped in the restaurant and set Casey and Sarah free.

Sure, I was supposed to stay out of sight, but it probably was a good thing I took that risk.

The only bad thing? While I was doing that, Ellie was waiting at home for us to have our Mother’s Day dinner. It’s not on the traditional Mother’s Day. It’s in October and we celebrate the day that we learned to rely on one another after our Mom took off. I of course had to make up a lame excuse about why I wasn’t there.

Despite all that, I guess I can be grateful things sorta ended up working out in the end. Sarah and Casey caught the bad guys after fighting ‘em off once they were free. An upset Ellie finally forgave me and we did end up having our Mother’s Day dinner, just one night later. [/unlocked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 313
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

I remember that time when I hid from Jill. Yeah, there I was, Buy More Nerd Herd employee Chuck installing computers at a convention and there was Jill - Doctor Jill - giving some really important presentation. My ex-girlfriend was a total success and I was a total loser.

I felt like such a failure when she found me. I first tried to lie about working at Buy More but that backfired. And eventually I sorta told her that working at the Buy More was my cover.

That's...a sorta lie? I dunno. I do work there and am I a spy of sorts, though I'm not...officially one. So, maybe that was a half lie.

And of course the situation with Jill got more and more complicated, but that's a story that I'm sure you know by now if you're reading this entry.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 151
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
Star Trek was having its opening night midnight showings and of course, all of us at the Buy More (except for Casey) wanted to see it.

But store manager Emmett had other plans. He wanted us to stay and do inventory that night.

Morgan wasn't at all happy about this. He paced the floor, muttering about how unfair this was.

I came up to him and could tell he was muttering. But I was having trouble understanding him. So I asked, "What's wrong, buddy?"

"What's wrong, Chuck?" Morgan asked in such a way that I knew the answer should be obvious.

It was then that I commented, "I don't want to do inventory either."

"Emmett having us sit around counting boxes the night Star Trek comes out is not cool. This whole situation isn't. Wanna know what this is? It's inhumane, Chuck. That's what this is," he grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. But we can see it tomorrow and-"

"But tonight, Chuck...tonight is the night for the true fans. Hundreds of our kind lined up, many in costumes like it was time for another convention. That's when it's magical, Chuck."

"So what do you propose that we do?" I asked.

"Weasel our ways out of it. If we have to ally with Lester and Jeff to do it, so be it. I will enter into an unholy alliance just to see that movie tonight," vowed Morgan.

I was about to say something when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Casey motion for me to come talk to him. I turned back to Morgan and said, "Well, let me know what you guys come up with. I'll be right back." Then I went over to see what Casey wanted.

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

It was then that I figured I wasn't seeing Star Trek tonight even if Morgan and Lester figured out a way to get us out of inventory duty. If Casey wanted to talk to me, it most likely meant we had another mission. And if we had another mission, it most likely wouldn't send us anywhere near a movie theater. [/unlocked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 360
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
[Private Entry]

For one mission, Sarah and I were in the suburbs posing as a married couple. We knew somewhere in the neighborhood, Fulcrum was running a secret test to create their own Intersect.

So Sarah and I became Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael. There were photos created of Sarah and I together on our wedding day and on vacations together. We even had a dog.

It seemed like the life I wanted to live with her...if it was for real, I mean. If the marriage were real, if the life in the pictures was real...that sort of thing.

Of course, none of it was real. Not just the married life but the whole neighborhood, except for Sarah, Casey and I, was populated by undercover Fulcrum agents!

Sarah and I were captured by some of them and taken to a testing site. There, I was uploaded with their version of the Intersect computer. I was lucky to have survived - no one else had before.

But then, they were going to force Sarah to go through the same test. I knew she couldn't survive so I pretended to be under mind control. Meanwhile, Casey sneaked into the control room while all of the Fulcrum scientists prepped Sarah.

While I pretended to be under mind control, I approached Sarah I said in a monotone sort of voice that I'd like to give a message to her. And then I whispered to her, "Close your eyes."

A second later, Casey activated the computer. The Fulcrum agents didn't survive the test but Sarah did, since I shielded her from the images.

Later, after we returned from our mission, I went to see Sarah at the Orange Orange. After all we had been through, I thought maybe she'd want to go on a real date with me. We had been a pretend but almost real couple and I did just save her life...

I made an attempt to ask her out. "I thought that, you know, maybe we could enjoy a night in the suburbs. Order in, rent a movie...no mission to worry about. Just Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael. Maybe have some fun?"

But Sarah's response was not what I had hoped. "Chuck, we can't go back there. It was just a cover."

I was dejected, but I thought maybe I still had some sort of chance with her. "Yeah, I know that. I just thought-" I began.

Then, I was quickly interrupted by Sarah's reply. "Casey and I have to shut down the operation. Can we talk later?"

"Absolutely," was my response, and I gave her a longing glance before turning away.

Before I could leave, Sarah called out my name. I turned back and she pointed to the wedding band I was wearing for our cover. "I'm going to need that back," she said.

I attempted to being stoic as I handed the wedding band back to her. I doubt that I was able to hide just how crushed I was as I did so.

It was then that I knew that she didn't feel the same way about me as I do about her.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count (excluding quotes from the episode): 449
nerdherdchuck: (Default)
We used to do show and tell every couple weeks in preschool and kindergarten.

I remember back when I was in kindergarten, I brought in this Return of the Jedi pop-up book. I loved that thing when I was a kid. There was a page where there would be a light saber battle between Luke and Darth Vader and the pull tab would make the beams go up and down and there was one where this net would go up and stuff.

Okay...so by then, Return of the Jedi was three years old. And some of my classmates thought I was a total nerd for wanting to bring this thing in. But it was one of my favorite books and was a bit worn from being read a few times over. It still was in decent shape though.

Despite a few snickers, I got through Show and Tell okay talking about how much I liked the book. I thought everything would be all right and I could take my treasured book home to enjoy later. But on my way back to my mat, this kid, Jason Fredricks, took the book from me and ripped part of my book. He ripped Darth Vader's light saber from the book and threw it in the trash. I remember running frantically to the trash can trying to find it amidst the pile of empty milk cartons from snack time.

My teacher ended up putting Jason in a time out and while she was doing so, I managed to find the light saber piece and placed it inside the book to repair when I got home.

That night, I told my Dad about what happened at Show and Tell.

"I almost cried," I told him. "But I didn't wanna seem like a baby."

"I know you love that book and I'm sure we can patch it up," he assured me. And with some surgical precision and clear Scotch tape, he mended the torn light saber. "There. Good as new....almost."

I tugged the pull tab and Luke and Darth could still fight each other fairly well, even with the tape. "Yeah. Thanks, Dad."

He patted my head and went off on his own while I amused myself with the pop up light saber battle.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 379
nerdherdchuck: (Sarah & Chuck back-to-back)
After Sarah's high school reunion, she seemed kinda down. I mean, I know she was crowned reunion queen but she really had to face some her past demons and stuff by going to it. I know I sorta pushed her into going but maybe it was for the best?

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

Not that she had much of a choice in the end given the mission and all. [/unlocked]

She got hurt by one of her class adversaries and had a black eye. I know the usual thing for that is supposed to be a raw steak but, well, I couldn't exactly afford one so I got her a raw hamburger patty. But! I got her a cooked burger too - her favorite type, medium rare with extra pickles.

It wasn't much, I know. But it did put a smile on her face. And I think that's what she needed then.

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 157

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