Who: Daisy Johnson and Hermann Gottlieb What: Giving out news, part two When: Saturday evening Where: Their house Warnings: TBD, pregnancy talk Status: Closed/Ongoing
Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Aziraphale What: Hermann's just sort of browsing When: Backdated to Sunday evening Where: That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/Match-up/On-going
I've been here nearly a year and I realized that I actually miss the swamp. No, I actually miss Liz and Garou, as well as Delroy's. I think Liz would've liked this place, she'd have been intrigued by it at least. Alec would've liked this place too.
Sentimental is one of the last things I would ever call myself -- and I think anybody who knows me will agree -- but looking at my daughter? Looking at the life I now have?
I cannot think of a single place I would rather be.
While listening to the radio and working out, I heard how the day after Halloween the station will be just Christmas music. I got nothing against it, but two freaking months of just that. Definitely will be listening to other things until the new year because not only is that not work out music. But I will lose my mind just hearing that.
Halloween is still foreign to me. Ancient China did not have Halloween. We had the Ghost Festival though that is not in October. Being here I have observed many American holidays that I am slowly getting used to.
Not that I haven't already been counting down or watching horror movies, but it's finally almost October. I didn't think this month would ever end. Also means closer to winter break and I can sleep in.
Last week was probably the best week I've had since I've been here and this week has been a roller coaster of emotions. I started a new job this week, so I've been basically forced to get up and keep moving forward because I had to get through orientation and all the intake paperwork.
Thank you, Jonathon for being here for me. I don't know how much worse this would be for me if you weren't here. <3
With Easter approaching i'm really missing my kids. Anyone else here have kids that didn't get brought her with them and if so how are you dealing with missing them?
I keep getting little ads in my mailbox for lawncare since Spring is just around the corner only I live in an apartment. And don't you know it, they called me too? Not sure if they think I'm just a big ol' liar or what, but they said they'd call me back after I 'thought about it' even after I explained I have no lawn to care for.
Maybe they're just a lonely bunch who need to talk or something
As my life has been full of many unique occurences, I'm not entirely sure I can say that arriving in a random pocket dimension in Indiana is the strangest thing that has ever befallen me.
Nonetheless, it is something that I have never experienced before now.
2023 is a big ole fat letdown. There aren't any flying cars or robot maids.
Sure there's portable phones and music's floating around in something called the cloud... But I was still hoping for at least one robot maid flying around in a car.
C'mon Madison, sell me on this 21st century bullshit.
I'm far from an emotionally demonstrative man, anybody who knows me could tell you that. But with the birth of my daughter the other day... she's the most amazing, perfect little creature I've ever seen.
Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Kitty Pryde What: Just a little harassment between friends When: Friday afternoon Where: His office at Hanover Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Who: Clint Barton & Hermann Gottlieb What: Coffee shop chitchat When: Saturday afternoon Where: Madison Valley Warnings: Talk of dead people Status: Closed/Ongoing
Who: Hermann Gottlieb and Sherlock Holmes What: He's worrying about the future When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Cafe attached to That Book Place Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
Since there will presumably be a number of networks/texts of people checking in on each other today, here's your catch-all post for them so the comm doesn't get spammed.
but look, I had to find where everyone stored my decorations, decide where things were going, buy new stuff and figure it out if this year I was locally sourcing turkey skeletons or skipping that.
But Spooky Season is officially on. I shall be wearing nothing but orange and black and purple between now and November 1st. Pack House Members be warned, I have begun decorating.