( Private to self, hackable. )

[Should you visit Falcon at any point this week, you might notice the rather out of place-looking flowerpot and spray bottle of water on his desk. Depending on the time, there may or may not be a very angry-sounding red Pikmin in it. How strange ( Read more... )

No one's seen Pit, huh ( Read more... )

Football tryouts. Tomorrow at the stadium, 9 am sharp. I know Max has been talking it up like crazy, but one more reminder couldn't hurt. Old players, feel free to come down too. Just because you've already played a season doesn't mean you're not welcome at tryouts. In fact, I'd like previous members there to show the new guys the ropes ( Read more... )

[Oh man, Falcon would have been all over that bake sale if not for the fact that after Melissa and Ionia's wedding on Friday, he had to get up ridiculously early Saturday and haul his butt out to Sand Ocean for a race. And by "haul his butt out to Sand Ocean", I mean "call Jody the night before and beg to borrow a Federation spaceship in order to ( Read more... )

( Private to self, possibly maybe a teensy bit hackable. Possibly. )

So I had a surprisingly nice holiday. I'm glad I decided to stick around. And that Jeff decided to leave a seat open.Other than that...there's basically nothing going on, really. I feel a little idle, even though there are probably half a dozen things I could and should be doing ( Read more... )

All this talk about Christmas all of a sudden. It's not even December yet, heh. Though the sooner it comes the sooner I can get rid of this god-awful facial hair. I think I've graduated from 'hobo' to 'dirty old man'.

I guess I'm not that much of a holiday guy.

Too commercial. I don't even want to know what the mall looks like right now ( Read more... )