RICHARD CASTLE

[[OOC: The following is added later.]] That's my name, don't wear it out.

Don't everyone come clamoring for my autograph, now. I am trying to stay as humble and down-to-earth as I possibly can.

Oh, and nobody go down to the Wilderness with Charger. Stupid cheese-for-brains ditched me.

Man, these little phone things are great. I now know what my next childrens' book is going to be- "Bernard Guesses Your Weight In Pigs". Or perhaps "Bernard And The Clacks", once I figure out what in the hell a clack is ( Read more... )

Attention to all my friends, peers and would-be stalkers:

Yes, I have talked to Promise, and yes, she knows she's my daughter now.

So you can stop talking about me or whatever the heck else it is you're doing.

Now Genius just needs to get his dorky butt back here and I can breathe easy.

Sooo- who's this mysterious Spade that bid on a date with yours truly and has yet to cash in? Don't be shy, I don't bite. Often. Or very hard, come to think of it. I'm even fine going for coffee and discussing the finer points of life inside this crazy hippie commune ( Read more... )

Hmm. I want a t-shirt that reads "I got a memory back and all I got was this lousy grass skirt." There's a handy coconut to go with it, even. A little crystal thingy was inside it, and voila! A memory of myself... drinking champagne. Riveting ( Read more... )