( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

Just great is the Music Meister in town or something. And if he is can I shoot him.

This place has an extremely odd sense of humour. Or should I say, our host does? Not to say that I'm against the idea of singing and dancing when the mood takes, but it isn't the best way to make a positive impression on a potential employer.

So...Nicky and I said screw it and went ahead and got married this afternoon. Zoe was there, and so were Ashley and John (both of them) and Parker and Max. Sorry any one else who wanted to be there, but I'm pretty sure if we waited, we'd end up having killer robots or something. Or Helen would show up and Nope, not thinking like that

Also, there was no singing. Point for us!

Buffy, Cordelia, now that everyone is in their proper skin, I just thought of a way to settle that little squabble from last week; Jello wrestling. What do you say? I'm sure Johnny Boy would join me as a referee.