Ezra Pound once said that "a man of genius has a right to any mode of expression ( Read more... )

With classes over for the week, Barry was up to his neck in experiments. Mostly in an effort to distract himself. This time involving a 10 foot tall kumquat.

However he hadn't forgotten about the date he had made with Elsa. Which of course meant there was a good bit of chocolate about, popcorn and a pseudo-documentary about sharks on one of the ( Read more... )

Barry was behind the desk today eating sushi.

Yes. He was having barbecued eel.

But he got it off-island so it was totally okay. Seriously.

[Open. No OCD]

Charles Bukowski once said that genius is the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.

"This is FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

Charles Bukowski probably wasn't thinking of Barry.

"It can't FUCKING snow glitter!"

Charles Bukowski also didn't have to deal with trying to find a scientific way to explain glitter storms.

"I fucking hate this island."

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The warehouse was feeling a little empty today. After Reno and Rikku had left the island, Barry had still left their portion of the warehouse uninhabited though little bits of equipment were slowly starting to creep in. He didn't really expect them to come back any time soon but to outright start moving into their space felt like some kind of ( Read more... )

Barry had considered going home for the holidays but in the end decided to stick around in Fandom. All the weird holiday stuff going had no scientific reasoning and it was bugging the shit of him.

"Pillows just don't turn into fucking cotton candy!"

Scientific research on Fandom Advent was driving him bat shit.

[Open for SP!]

Barry was still at work trying to find signs of what was causing the weekend to be so fucked up.

And of course that's when music began to swell in the warehouse while Barry brought up his phone... and sang.

Computers are better than people
Siri, don't you think that's true?

And the crazy thing? Siri sang back.

Yes, Barry. People are stupid and ( Read more... )

So. Barry was definitely Barry this weekend. In fact he wasn't even a berry ( Read more... )

Sunday night the cub and the puppy had fallen asleep cuddled up on a couch. They were still covered in glitter and had exhausted themselves by chasing each other around the warehouse for most of the weekend ( Read more... )

"Look. I don't have any fucking fish right now," Barry was trying to explain to the hungry polar bear cub. "I just need to do one thing and then we can go, okay ( Read more... )