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Office Hours, Friday 5/28
One might expect that Artie's office would be baggage free. In fact, one would be wrong. There was, for instance, a bag that said PERMANENT PRESS PANTS on it, which was clearly part of a matched set with the one that said ALUMINUM SIDING ( Read more... ) -
Office Hours, Friday 5/21
Artie had a trashcan on his head. He was running into the walls of his office.
Look, you did office hours your way, he did his his way. -
Office Hours, Tuesday 5/11
Artie had an office. He quite possibly had never had one before. It was just as possible he had no idea what a teacher generally did with an office.
"One . . . two . . . three . . . four. . . ." Artie was currently doing some aerobics in his office. "Eins . . . zwei . . . drei . . . vier . . . im Deutschland!Artie's aerobics involved bouncing ( Read more... ) -
OOC: TASTY SANDWICHES!
Or, you know, Artie's info post ( Read more... ) -
The park, Saturday evening
Teh Emoo placidly chewed its cud.
It rather liked it here. The ducks were pretty. The grass was plentiful.
Perhaps it would stay.
Raise an emoo family.
It walked a few feet to find some clover.
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Info pooooooooooooost! (The fourth. Return of the info post)
Lastly, we have Artie. The strongest man in the world.
( who used latex, detergent, and red food coloring to make a fake cut to the info post I already wrote at the beginning of the summer )
Yay! I'm done now! I promise! -
Outside the porta-home, Tuesday evening
Somewhere on the island there was wretched, wretched emo, and a lot of it ( Read more... ) -
The park, Monday evening
Artie was harrassing the ducks again.
There was no trace of exploded head of Gentleman on his striped uniform, though the enthusiasm in his shouts might indicate that he was quite glad to be able to speak again.
Then again, he's always enthusiastic, so maybe it doesn't.
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Artie's porta-home by the docks, Sunday evening
"No, Mortimer! That's not how we play this game! When you move, I eat the game piece!"
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"I will return your memory to you someday. Gertrude and Ernest miss you!"
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"I do not sell aluminum siding! Don't be ridiculous! If you're going to be like that, then I won't play with you anymore!"
[ooc: just establishing that Artie is still ( Read more... ) -
OOC: WTF, Artie, WTF?
Okay, so, um, just to let folks know what's the what, here.
( cut because I tend to babble, 'specially about Artie )