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My theater is hiring! We need stage hands and ushers and people to help make sets, and some actors and actresses of course.

We mostly do Shakespeare but we also do original plays. One I wrote last year went over really well. Most of the cast was naked so that probably helped.

Kind of good to be back. Everyone at the labs were happy to see me again. ran into the ex now I want to hang myself

What's new with everyone? It's really hard to get news about the OC these days.

HONEY I'M HOME!

I don't recognize half of you as well as I should, and I recognize the rest of you much more than you deserve.

Did you know you'll get arrested for using swimming pools to make pancake batter if they aren't your own swimming pool?

So these dreams everyone's talking about. What is that? I feel like I'm missing something.

How did I miss this sciencegasm? Oh right. I was shot in the eye. With an arrow. You bitch.

Hello, bonjou, hola, bonjour. I am new to this network, and I suppose, to California. I've only been here one month or so. My name is Aveline de Grandpré; I come from Miami, and my family is Haitian. I wanted to get my master's degree here at UCLA. I am still a bit out of my element, I fear. I miss hearing Creole, I confess; does anyone happen to speak it?

Also, could anyone recommend a good D&D group? I am flexible in what setting I play, but I do prefer Forgotten Realms.

How quickly the tide can change.

It was just the other day I felt on top of the world despite being jobless. I saw it as an opportunity to do something better, not just the same hum drum job. I had plans, I felt motivated...

And then I had another dream.

I saw the world end. Our world. Not only that, but I came thisclose to being burned alive. There were aliens of all kinds, all in despair at the end. There was adventure, but more heartache then I cared for. Even the Doctor had his moments. The only hope I had was him. Despite the heartache and strangeness of the situation, he was there.

I can already tell this man is going to be a constant in my dreams. And I don't think I mind.

[Companions of the Doctors]
Did anyone else have that feeling? That even after all the weird shite we've been through with him, we'll always be there for him? I've only dreamt of him two times and I already have this strange feeling of love and compassion for him. Is that possible?

This is the sort of thing that just puts a smile on your face when you read it. I'll admit, I'm a bit jealous! Where's my iconic movie photo shoot?

Not that I'll have much time for it, I reckon. After months without a project, finally got asked one to another one. Can't reveal too much, but there will be plenty of swords clashing and grandiose fight scenes, mark my words.

What to do to enjoy my last couple of days before setting my nose to the grindstone once again?

I have just printed out the best screencaps. From my new favorite Youtube Video... I've put them up all over my office, so tomorrow morning when I come in to work I'll have something to smile about.

It's funny, I've been out of the marines for a few years now but it sometimes I feel like I just stepped off the plane. Like I missed more than I should have some times, though I can't wholly complain about it. Mostly pop culture. You're unlikely to find me whining that I missed planking or Bieber's balls dropping or whatever Snakes on a Plane was supposed to be about. But there are other things, great things I'm told that I've missed out on. Can't say I thought about it at all when I was in the service, I was mostly concerned with not getting shot, which I clearly wasn't very good at. But I did miss some things, mostly bad fast food, real seasons, latin mass in an actual church. If I thought about it I could probably come up with a list but there would be no point. I can actually go out and have or experience everything I've not been able to do in the last... ten years. Only ten years or so, it sure felt like a lifetime while I was living it. Here's hoping the next ten are more peaceful, and that I don't miss anything I don't have to.

One of the things I've already been told not to miss is this network, so here I am, not missing it. I'm Michael, nice to meet you all.

You find the most interesting places that you never knew you were looking for. Who knew people enjoyed that sort of thing.

Well. In my dreams, I faked my death to return to Russia, leaving a heartbroken husband and a tiny daughter missing her mother.

I may not be the most maternal person on the entire planet - or indeed, the most honest - but now I'm properly ashamed of my dream self. Ugh.

Bryce: Didn't you say something about faking your own death? Or am I remembering things wrong? Please pardon me if I've troubled you for nothing.