I Hate Not Hating You

Yo,

I can't believe Max likes this dude. How could she like this dude. A white suit. A white suit. The posture of a man not unaccustomed to wearing cuff links. You and your new video that doesn't suck.

FANG

Ow! Hot! Ow! @$%$!

Hi everyone,

Your friendly leader here with a friendly reminder. Wear sunscreen. Oh man, I'm acting like your mother. Okay, I am your mother. I don't care. I'm the mother bird. I am the flocking leader here people. And when I remind my darling dearest birdfriends to WEAR SUNSCREEN and they do not listen to me, guess what happens. THEY GET SUNBURN.

Shock-ER.

Okay. Forgive me, I'm a little fried. Fried enough to make that joke, apparently....I'm withering here. Argh. Must stop. Is it hot up here or is it just me? Eek! Puns keep. Coming. Taking. Over. Mouth.

An aside, that would maybe be the worst evil enemy ever. Someone who spoke only in puns. Not only evil, but soooo obnoxious.

Puntiforus Polonius: The Mealy Mouthed Mastermind. (That's a combo between pontificate, pun and Polonius for those of you dorks out there.)

Well, I guess you know where we are now. Somewhere hot. Hot and sunny. Where we've been running from bad guys and flying too close to the sun, and getting sunburn. Ask me if I think Fang's getting an Icarus complex.

But I have to say, despite the fact that everyone will be peeling in say, about three days, it's pretty nice here. We like the palm trees. Now if only we could rest, for example, under one in the shade. Where, incidentally, we could recover from our sunburn. Actually, pause. Correction, on the "we". Because I put suntan lotion on. And, because I put suntan lotion on Angel. The rest of them, well.

Now our next mission is going to be nicking aloe vera from Walgreens or something. Just another glamorous day saving the world and treating SUNBURN, kids.

Seriously...

If I didn't love them all to pieces, I'd let them get their own backs with aloe vera gel.

Yours,

Max

Fly On, USofA

Yo,

Bla bla bla politics. Bla bla bla politics.

That's how people feel about it sometimes right? How many of you can name the mayor of your city, your governor, your senator and your state representatives. How many of you can name the Secretary of State?

Tell me. Seriously. Name them if you can. I'm curious. And if you don't know them tell me why. (No judgment. I just want to know.)

My own political leanings aside. And believe me, I have them. It is our job to save the world and all. What a primary it's been. And as a voice of a disenfranchised rogue bird kid I'm pleased and proud that an African American man and a woman have shown their stuff as viable candidates for the American presidency.

This country was founded by diversity and religious freedom. Or at least the idea of diversity.... So when we live up to the standards we set for ourselves, it's the kind of thing that makes you stand up and feel a sense of pride. No matter who you support in the fall.

Fly on,

Fang

Theme Song

Yo,

So, there was a question in there too. About what our theme song would be. And while I maintain this is subject to change, here it is, the kind of song you can fly to.

Firecracker, off Voxtrot's self-titled LP



Fly on,

Fang

Questions of the Weeks-ish

Yo,

Here are a couple:

1) "What is the awesomest thing you've ever dropped out of the sky?"

Funny you should ask. I can't tell you. I can't even confirm or deny that we left a giant smelly dead fish and/or six cow patties on the top of Anne's house in Virginia. Also, Gazzy had nothing to do with it.

2) Iggy: If you could pick one thing to see, what would it be? (From Manda)

Iggy Says: The first thing that comes to my head is, in all weirdness, my own reflection. Does that make me a narcissist? I think the reason it that it is the most universally constant thing that everyone else can see, but I can't.

Fly on,

Fang