War Is Coming Communications.

Remember that fight club bit I was going on about earlier? Yeah, I've already begun to spread the word. Supers, supernaturals, humans, whatever. I don't give a fuck who you are. If you want to fight it out, I'm arranging for it to happen tomorrow night at nine. Consider this as your sign-up sheet. Drop your name here and I'll set you up for a round or two.

1. If I think you're likely to rat us out, I'm going to refuse you the right to join. I'll also probably hurt you.
2. The location of the fight is gonna be hidden. I'll see to it that you find out where it is, so long as you lot reply below to let me know that you're interested.
3. If you do rat us out? I will kill you. I might play all nice and well with you all now, but the second you cross me you might well be signing your death wish in blood.
4. An arranged fight will cost you. Everything else is at random. I don't care if you're a human being put up against fucking Superman. You signed up for it. You deal with it.

This sort of affair might not appeal to some of you. I don't care. It's not your business. If you don't want in, keep your mouth shut. It's really quite simple.

Been a while since I've thrown this out there, and we've got some new faces since then.

Name's Bobby Singer, and from time to time I run a boot camp, week-long, intensive training sort of thing to get the out-of-towners more familiar with the sorts of critters they're dealing with here. Theory is that if you can't learn it from me in a week you can't learn it at all.

If you're interested, drop me a line, 18 and up only please. Usually do this in groups of five and if anybody who's already done it needs a refresher? You're welcome to sign up again.

I've left some strawberries in the kitchen. They're fresh, if anyone would like them.

Yes, I do realize it's January, but they're ripe, from the garden on the roof.

I've been watching that guy who travels to foreign countries and eats weird stuff for most of my afternoon here. I can't figure out how he can stomach it. Octopus that still wiggles on the plate is just ten kinds of horrifying.