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So, remember how great it was when Arthur gave me a full time job at the Bulletin and I found myself gainfully 100% employed again, with a nice paycheque? Yay.

Let's hold onto that wonderful feeling, because...

I'd like to take a moment to introduce everyone to the new member joining the Bueno-Moretti-Rouvas household;

( Not Cut IC. )

On a more serious, topical note, I'm going to be starting up a new project in my freetime;

For a variety of reasons, I got to thinking about who we are and our stories. We're the first generation of Atavists, and while we don't know if we're all going to lose our powers in a year or if there'll be generation after generation after us, our stories are important. And right now, other people are telling them for us.
So I'm going to be filming a documentary. One camera, simple, stripped down. We'll be the subject.
Anyone who wants to can arrange a time to sit down in front of the camera, and talk. About your atavism, about what it means to you, about how it's shaped your life, hell even just about someone cute you met at Throwback.
The only condition? No politics. I'm not blocking anyone from participating, but I want to hear from you. Not who you represent. I'm a fan of a tight edit, and any needless soapboxing will be cut. This is going to be about us as people, not us as members.
I know it's a little cheesy, but I think that no matter where we end up, it's important that we get our voices out there in a way that's ours to control.

[Contact details] If you're interested, shoot me an e-mail and we can work out a time that works for you. If you're self-conscious, we can work out a way to shoot without me in the room or we can even conceal your face. Just let me know.

So if everyone could pray for the Dodgers to win right now, it'd be really appreciated.

For Ricky's sake, if nothing else. Because he deserves this.

And for the sake of our light sockets, because I swear to god he's going to blow some of them out if they lose.

And for my sake. Because I really don't know what it'll take to cheer him up if they lose.

Usually, Buzzfeed headlines just make me roll my eyes because, well... Buzzfeed. But this one is pretty accurate. #DatGreggsTho

Also, we're hoping that you'll all be able to get together with us this Thursday to celebrate the Beautiful, Talented, and Incredible David Moretti's birthday!

It's a little late due to recent events, but we're going to be doing it up right by taking over a room at Gagopa in Koreatown for a night of drinking, debauchery and musical numbers. We're setting up a reservation from 7 until 10, $19 a head. RSVP, if you please. We'll be getting food beforehand, and hitting the bars afterwards if you're not karaoke-inclined.

But everyone who attends will be expected to sing, by demands of the birthday boy.

It feels really fucki awful telling people like this.
But when everything went down yesterday, Ricky headed to Times Square to help people as much as he could. Something went wrong with his powers.

He dis
He's gon
He died.

We're still tying to figure out what to do. But when we know what his family wants, we'll let people know.

[Project: Ascension]

I know you're all probably very busy right now.
But we really don't know what we're supposed to do.

Sometimes you're halfway to work and you just realise; Fuck it. Fuck. It.

Time to skive off and head to the beach. If anyone wants to join me, I'm heading out to Rockaway to get daydrunk and probably skinnydip.

Helen from work cannot find her beloved, bedazzled clipboard anywhere, no matter how hard she looks.

Helen probably cannot find her beloved, bedazzled clipboard anywhere because someone took it, phased into a wall with it, and then left it in there.

Helen probably had it coming when, after hearing me mention that I'd celebrated my boyfriend's 30th birthday over the weekend, she put on the snottiest tone possible when she asked "Oh? Which one?"

Of course my sour reaction might just be because I'm still riding a residual hangover because my boyfriends are Party Cat in Atavist form and want me dead.

Just when you think you've finally gotten rid of all the lingering glitter from UnicornJam '17, Pride happens. So. Much. Glitter.

I am really glad I got today off work, because oh Jesus H. Christ the hangover.

Fun time though. I think. But I am officially staying in the bedroom for the rest of the day, because I'm sure the state of the apartment is going to make me cry.

Uhmm... No? Obviously a lot of these are classics, and deservedly so. But some are just baffling, especially their placement. I swear, Billboard cannot make a list for shit.

Also, I'm pretty sure I've become the latest source of hot gossip at my job. Because the subject of my boyfriend came up. Then the subject of my boyfriend's tattoos came up. Then the protest of 'Wait, Ari's boyfriend doesn't have any tattoos' came up, followed by two conflicting physical descriptions of the 'boyfriend' people have seen pick me up from work.

And now apparently there are multiple theories in the running to explain it. #Polystruggles I guess.

Glitter update; Still everywhere. Our bathroom looks like the backstage of a male strip club, more than it usually does even.

On a less sparkly note, I think I'm in danger of drowning in tv shows, specifically Netflix ones. I didn't finish 'The Get Down' in time for 'Dear White People', which meant they were both still on my plate when 'Sense8' dropped a new season, so all three of those are on my agenda and 'Master of None' has shown up, and then 'Orange Is The New Black' hits next week. Is there precedent for taking a sabbatical from work for binge-watching? I feel like some Scandinavian country probably already has that.

[RAD]

So. Don't be mad, but I might have gotten a new job without telling you.

I've got to say, reading through #fyrefestival has made for perfect mid-work procrastination. Maybe it's schadenfreude, but I'm pretty sure that when you put your faith in Kendall Jenner and drop several thousand dollars to attend a festival that offers a 'BYO Yacht' option then, well, you deserve a Hunger Games style nightmare.

All the talk of traveling and holidays has gotten me jonesing to go on a trip, though. Which presents its own set of dilemmas. Living away from home means that any travel I do that isn't to go see my parents is automatically seen as a deliberately hurtful choice and a slap in the face to each of my ancestors in turn. On the other hand, a trip to London would consist of nothing but eating and listening to people complain about the news. Which I don't think my gym routine or my sanity could handle, honestly.

Of course, the whole thing's moot anyway, seeing as how I don't think my Newspeak is up to scratch enough to net me vacation miles.

So, because I'm stuck in a basement working overtime while I search through hours of archived footage looking for one piece that may or may not have been saved;

(And because I'm not about to try and unpack whatever messed up internet drama the shadowy government agency that seems intent on invading every aspect of our lives has gotten itself into this time).

What's your favourite movie? Chime in, and the rest of us will silently judge you in the comments.

Unless you answer 'Fight Club'. In which case the judging will be vocal and loud, because really.

Right. For future reference, 'Melting Through Walls' is not a fun power to suddenly have go F.U.B.A.R. on you. If we know what's causing this, can we please fix it, post haste?

[RAD]

Can one of you come pick me up from work? I'm one fuckup away from getting fired and I don't want to risk taking the train on my own.