our true selves.

Because I am not one of them, but should be? Ahem.

Betty! I found a cat! Sort of. Qué adorable, yeah? (And that, my friends, is the extent of my Spanish. Don't you just love cognates?)

I've just discovered Boris Johnson pants.

This has got to be one of the most brilliantly disturbing gag gifts ever. Who'd shag someone with Boris' face covering their bits?

I need a victim.

I have been offered a small catering job, and I need to practice a few dishes.

How many siblings are there out in the community? Anyone beginning to think it's genetic? Or is karma one megabitch?

Wouldn't mind snatching fortune's forelock right off her head.

So, in case any of you are keeping count of things not to try at home, add archery to the list.

Nearly took out three lamps when it ricocheted off the the television; the couch got stuck pretty bad though, poor thing. I think I need an actual trainer for this, and a less enclosed space to play with Robin's arrows, especially if I'm going to try my hand at the flaming kind.

So, I don't know who else out there knows yet. I'm guessing a few. So here goes nothing.

I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!

Avery's pregnant! I have no idea what to do! This would be a lot more festive if there was drinking going on with others instead of just by myself!

So who else has heard about that couple that crashed the presidential dinner party? Honestly, some people will do anything for attention.

I need somewhere to hide in a hurry. This weekend is going to be disaster.

My grandparents, hearing that I had "skipped" Thanksgiving are coming to down so we have have a "nice family meal". I'm about ready to skip the whole country.

It's time to take a break from the movies and expos and all those other things I do to get paid, and remind myself how to be a good person. You can go ahead and start your razzing now. I'm braced for it.

So, for the next month I'll be volunteering at various therapeutic riding centers. Now what is that, you might ask. Well, they're places where people with developmental disabilities, life-threatening illnesses, and long-term physical therapy go to relax. That's right, horseback riding is good for something.

I'm pretty excited about it. And hey, it's way safer than the rest of the crap I do, so maybe I won't break anything.

I started one of these years ago when I was about fourteen but have long since abandoned it, and I am much older than fourteen now I'm afraid. I'm still undecided on if I'm actually going to keep this or not, but in the event that I do I thought I should finally open this thing and simply hope for the best. So in the interest of contributing to this social network for reincarnates, I'll put aside my own insecurities about it and introduce myself. My name is Victoria Kramer, my friends call me Vic and my mom calls me Vicky when she's drunk around. She lives in London, so I don't see her much anymore. I live in New York and I work as a curator for the Met. Originally from Los Angeles, but I never want to go back.

As far as my other half goes, her name is Sarah and some of you may remember her from that bizarre 80's movie called The Labyrinth. Already I can sense the mixed feelings about that, and believe me, I know them well. We got along much better when I was a kid, I've had her since I was thirteen, but now she's more of a nuisance than anything else. The time has long passed when I could really give into her the way I have seen others do with theirs from time to time. There are moments when she makes herself more known by force, but other than that I really don't indulge her idiotic fantasies as much as I used to.

Well, isn't this little network delightful?

Name's Eamon. My mother fancied herself an Irish faerie, gave me an Irish faerie name. Guess it's not as bad as a boy named Sue.

I know you're all dying to know who I share my life with, to get me in on this little network you've got going here. That would be Eric Draven, sometimes referred to as The Crow, even though he was and is not the crow because the crow is his own...well. Crow.

Anything else you want to know, you'll have to ask me directly.

Hello out there, slightly creepy cyber world! I'm Jennifer. Jenny and Jen work fine too, I really don't care which. I think I made one of these a year or so back but it got lost in the shuffle of everything else I do on a computer, which is a lot. But, I keep being told that I need to start using it because apparently 'everyone' does now, so here I am, a ready and willing lemming.

I'm in school, a student at Boston University in my second year and I'm majoring in digital imaging arts. I would normally attempt to lie and say that I will never have time to update this thing, but obviously I'm on a computer pretty much 24/7 so whatever. Except of course when I'm working at the comic book store with Eric. ♥

And for those of you really nosey people out there, my inner annoyance would be Clark Kent. Otherwise known as Superman. No, that does not make me an alien, I am one hundred percent human despite what some might say. But I have been gifted with a bit of his super strength so watch it!

Making trick arrows was so much easier in my previous life. Probably because I actually had people around who knew what they were doing and I wasn't relying on some of Mia's half remembered memories on how to do this. I almost thought I had it and then I might've set of a ver, very small flash grenade. In my school's shop DT workroom. Yeah, explaining that one wasn't easy and I've detention from now until Christmas so I will have plenty of time in the classroom to hopefully figure out how to make sure it explodes on impact and not because I'm a total idiot.

I think weapons designer has to be crossed off my list of possible future occupations though. I know Lockheed Martin will cry into their cheerios about that!

I know this isn't the best time to say something like this, but I don't know how much I'll be able to participate in the coming war.

Last week, I found out I was pregnant. So this ain't just about me anymore. I can't be putting myself in to obvious danger when I've got a kid to think about.

I'll still help out as much as I can, behind the scenes. I won't be dropping out completely. Just let me know if there's anything I can still do.

Okay, people, this is for your protection and personal edification (yes, I do know big words). Do not..I repeat, do not sing "Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood" to or around a certain Deputy Director Radley.

( Radley )

My father called. Apparently he is on the outs with his mistress and is looking for a place to stay while she stays in their flat.

I told him absolutely not, but knowing him, he may just show up on our doorstep.

If there is an accidental death of a family member, what is the policy on that?

I have had a very pleasant weekend. It is a pity that it has to end so soon.

I don't really like turkey. I like sweet potato casserole though, you know, the one that has the marshmallows on it? I REALLY like that one. And everything tastes much better with gravy!

But I was looking stuff up on the computer and uh...maybe I should go do normal stuff, like everyone else. Like college. Or something.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the time has come!

We're planning something big, but we need Camelot and the Agency distracted. Very, very, very distracted. I need you to torment and frustrate the supposed 'good' guys. I'm giving you all a week of planning, I want to see something happen the week starting the 7th December.

Be careful not to get caught, but don't worry about being subtle. I want them to know we're doing it and I want them to be so distracted we can move in to take advantage of the chaos we're going to cause.

I don't care who you pick or why, just have fun with it. I'll be e-mailing you all a list of known Camelot members, but don't let that limit you. If they're not with us then they're against us.

Have fun!