( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

So, uh. Hypothetical question.

If someone was out walking her dog and saw a bunch of kids daring each other to stick their tongue to a flagpole, and is pretty sure she saw one of them about to follow through on the dare, but instead of stopping and helping the kid get unstuck she ran away and then had a hysterical laughing fit and fell in a snowbank...

...does that make her a bad person?

Also, Escher loves the snow. Loooooooves it.

I've always liked snow. And the cold weather, even if it doesn't effect me in the ways that it does humans.

Also, there are reindeer I noticed when out this morning. That seemed strange...

I don't understand. </s>I died. I'm certain of it.</s>

Where am I? What is this place?

Is this place heaven? If it is, the Bible definitely has it wrong as this is not what I pictured at all. I was just at home and the next thing I know, I'm in a library and being dragged out by suits of armor that wouldn't answer any of my questions!

.....And I must be hallucinating because I just saw a talking snowman that bears a strong resemblance to the snowman in the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Christmas special my son watches.

Can someone please tell me what is going on?

If anybody's wanting to complain about all the stuff going on, trust me and don't. What's going on here is lots better than some of the stuff that's happening in other places like this one. I don't think I've ever come across so many doors I didn't want to go through before. Not ever.

Okay. Now that I've figured out how to work this little device here (and really, to whoever's idea it was coming up with this little thing, it's very ingenious), I can get down to the more important business.

Hello. I'm Howard Stark. Would anyone care to explain to me where and when I am? As I'm pretty sure this ain't 1942 anymore.

Also, if anyone knows how to get back to 1942, that would be great. I have something very important to do for a friend of a mine.

...I remember this place. I died. Then I came here. Then I went away...and back to being dead again. And now, I'm here again.

I'll stop by the shelter and see if Cas is still around...once my head stops spinning.

Parker? You're not still African-American, are you? </s>And please tell me you were not romantically involved with that "Fergus" fellow, because he looked an awful lot like our boss, which is only slightly less icky than the whole Luke and Leia thing we had going on there.</s>

What does it mean if all of Eliot's stuff is gone from the apartment?

So I finally checked out my garage spot the other day and am very glad to see my Taxi there and my favorite Ferrari there.

Probably should get them looked at to see if they are still up to date on maintenance.

But I’m thinking might as well start offering a taxi service to people. Always enjoyed doing that before. So much funner than running a company