Summerview

To anyone and everyone who may have woken up to find parts of their home/car/store/dogmailbox suddenly colored blue: mea culpa, Summerview. Please forward the bill for the repainting/repair to my goddamn finally reinstated address at 1214 Mockingbird Lane.

Now pardon me while I go gloat over the conquered bounty of closet space as God and capitalism intended.


[OOC: This is conclusion to the nonsense first started here, meaning the St. Pier house is back in its place on Mockingbird Lane. The colorful consequences mentioned above could've happened anywhere on the island. Anywhere.]

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In honor of the Ides of March, Shakespeare and most of all, my namesake, In Vino Veritas will be holding an evening of whiskey sampling on Friday, March 15th.


For the adventurous, build your own sample flight from select whiskeys. Or, if you don't know where to begin, ask one of the bartenders on duty to curate one for you. They know what they're doing.


A special whiskey and food pairing menu will also be available for one night only.


Come for the whiskey flights, stay for the band, no togas required.

Dream potions. Someone in this town must do custom orders.

Apparently my usual supplier has been arrested temporarily retired.

To the residents of Mockingbird Lane (and their well-meaning, but intrusive friends);

You may have woken up this morning to find your street roomier than yesterday. This is namely due to the absence of a certain large blue pile of semi-sentient temper house. Please do not panic, investigate, or try to cleanse the site. (Especially with sage.) Also please don't call Nick's cellphone; he's not going to reply, that would be creepy.

The house will return eventually, everything is okay. Ultimately is this really any weirder than the Halloween Block Party Fiasco in '00? Just relax, quit calling my dead dad's phone, and lets all focus on more important things. Whatever the hell those may be. Cars? Puppies? The struggle to import cosmetic-grade alcohol in bulk amounts after your main supplier get hospitalized cheating (badly) at poker? Coffee?

PS: Also there is no absolutely no need to get the чертовой Barrier Patrol involved in this. None.
PPS: I am serious about the sage.

Few things brighten a morning more than having a "colleague", with whom you've shared many years of satisfying mutual dislike, hiring you. At double the standard rate.

I suspect the Germans have a word for this. In English, we have to settle for overcharging.

Speaking of which: does anybody on the Bridge crew want to make an incredibly easy 2K(USD) in less time that it’d take to cook a chicken?

One decent sized axe.
No more than 4 years old.
No attached charms, wards, or Enchantments.
Cash on delivery.