Another day in Japan, another day of rain. Jim sighed as he looked out the front window of Fixer-Uppers, chin resting in his hands, daydreaming of the good old days, where there was sunshine, and ( Read more... )

Okay. Jim could deal with the fact that all of his clothing had turned into hideous t-shirts and jeans that looked like they'd been frayed on purpose. He wasn't entirely certain what to do with the headband, so he'd left it out of the ensemble (thank goodness), and the elbow and kneepads were ( Read more... )

Well, Jim had survived his first week on Earth, for better or worse, and had somehow managed to get himself a job while he was at it. Considering the conditions of getting the job had involved him flying his surfer into a garbage can in an alleyway last weekend, he still wasn't entirely certain what to make of it all. The fact that his boss was ( Read more... )