Mission 14; High Tidings

What's up true believers, die-hard fans, and general people of high integrity. Today we are back to tell you about a cultural event we attended called the birthday party. This display of pure hedonism took place in honor of our friend the Pottery Barn Kids cover boy The Riley Gillespie's 2nd birthday. Quite an event. We were excited to see our celebrity friend again, but apparently at the age of two he has converted into a being of pure energy and was moving at the speed of light. I'm sure he was having a good time though. He received many gifts, as I understand is the ritual in such cases. It seemed like a fine time was had by all. So My shipmate and I decided to try to join in by singing our finest fightsongs, which I guess our parents took as a sign to leave the party. Ignorant wretches. The Riley! We wish you the very best in your next transcendental state! While on the topic of gifts, we have noticed of late that our parents seem very anxious about the subject of Crispness
We are unclear what this might be about since they tend to like their clothes wrinkled. They keep saying things like "what should we do about Crispness" and "I am afraid of Crispness, I want to hide under the covers." We are a bit confused, as nothing in this house seems very crisp, what with the humidity. This may be the reason that Mom has bought several new pairs of boxer shorts for Dad, and it could be why Dad hid that lovely sweater in that tissue paper, but who can be sure? All we know is that Crispness is a state of mind. We'd love to tell them that, but we don't want to interfere in a household drama that we find so entertaining.
So instead we will try to be like The Riley Gillespie and attempt to move faster than the speed of light.

Mission 5: The Motherlode!

"party time!"

Welcome back faithful readers! We duly apologize for the lack of our presence last post. These poor barbarians, you really have to admire their brevity in the face of things beyond their scope!
When last we left you we had endured the visit to the tribal shaman known as the Doctor. Since then we have experienced a visit from two tribal elders known as Aunty Joanie and Uncle Frank. These people were very interesting. The hosts treated them with great reverence, so we assume they must be the local authorities. They, of course noted our natural beauty and remarked on how fine we looked. They then chatted and shared lovely looking things called meatballs and croissants with the host people. It seemed like a fine time. We mostly stared at the wall and various sundry objects in the room.

Tonight we experienced something called a "dinner party", Hrm, perhaps that isn't the right term. Let me confer with Vaughn. It looks like the term I am supposed to use is the "get-together" This involved members of various social groupings and their respective young arriving at one tribal domicile (in this case it was the surrogate family household) and socializing over food and beverages. This act seems to be a good way to spread news, gossip, or germs. We spent most of the situation in a false stupor studying the tribal members interact. They of course thought our little ruse to be adorable and spent most of their time holding us and making scrunched up smiles at eachother.

The natives were nice enough, and we did meet another surrogate host of a time traveller who was really quite exciting. Her name was Ria. She seemed very hip to the idea of bringing visitors from the future to her time. She apparently plans to serve as a vessel once again in the near future. Kudos to her! The more of us here in the past the better outlook the future has! We know this for a fact! At any rate, we stayed beyond our designated research time (Observer Effect don't you know!) And voiced our disapproval with the hosts on the ride back to our temporary housing.

Regarding the temporary housing, the hosts seem very keen to return to a place they call "home" we are unclear what this could mean, for as far as we are aware, This land known as Colorado is the only place we know. This could be a clue to the behaviour of our hosts. Perhaps there is more to this. We will keep you posted.

Ah! I almost forgot! We have to thank our friend Amy the surrogate for not only the vital role she provided by bringing us to this time in history, but also for this amazing nutritious fluid we have termed "mother's milk". Those of you in the future may compare it to the "Mother's Milk"© made by Exxo-MacWalbucks & Noble. We drink this stuff as if our lives depended on it! after some careful study, My shipmate and I have come to believe that the highly addictive sports drink from the future is actually cloned human milk and caffeine. More research must be done!