Mission 11: The Big Freak Out

Hello again loyal readers! What is up? We are keeping it real like you couldn't believe. Today we participated in an ancient tribal ritual celebrated by the father figure in our tribal unit. It was called Halloween. It seemed pretty interesting, involving facepaint and body modifications, with a healthy dose of gourd mutilation, of which we are always in favor!

However, it appears Dad was too lazy/unmotivated/cheap to buy a gourd, so he used a persimmon. Whatever!

(Parents note: Happy 1st Anniversary, Gemma & Brian!)

It is important to note that we have reached one month in our research mission thus far. the Parents are extremely pleased that we have decided to hang out with them, and have arranged some meetings with various members of their tribe. So far none of them have smelled too bad, but we are convinced that the male named "Watanabe" has the ability to make Vaughn empty his bowels on command. I am cautious, but intrigued!

As we suspect is custom in such tribal inductions, the parents have received quite a few gifts from other member of their extended tribe. For this we can only thrive, and we thank you all! Great work everyone! Your efforts are not in vain!
to further thank you we submit some pictures of ourselves, as we know these are treasured more than many stocks at their current value.

zen styles

Frankenfish

Mission 10: Strangers in a strange land.

What up peeps! We have arrived at our new headquarters. It was an easy trip from Colorado to here, only seven speedy hours spent mostly sleeping! That must have been so nice for Mom and Dad! All they had to do was hold us! Some times I think we let them get off too easy. Anyway, we arrived in Honolulu, to the smell of deisel and flowers. Then we met Tutu and the GJ. These are the parents of our Dad. We saluted them by giving a rousing fight song we used at the "Doctor's" office* for the entire ride to our new base of operations. I'm sure they were overwhelmed, as GJ spent most of the ride in a stunned silence.

This is apparently our tribal homeland, and Mother shed tears of joy to have returned. We have noticed mostly that everything is extremely green and it stays light a lot later than it used to. Also there is this peculiar sensation that Dad refers to as "humidity" My shipmate and I have been rather moist of late, which I think really brings out the essence of our body smells. Mom must be impressed. I notice her eyes cross when she changes us now!

So far so good! We will have more to report as soon as the situations develop!






*see Mission 8

Vaughn's thought of the day pt. 2....

I make joke!

Vaughn's thought of the day...

Yeah, you'd better run.

Mission 9: Physical Endurance Tests

As anyone from the future knows, the past hasn't always been wine and roses. My shipmate Vaughn and I were prepared to travel to a time where even the most basic hoverchairs did not exist yet. We knew that people went from one place to another using their legs What we weren't quite sure about, was when did the endurance training begin?




Yeah. That's right. It began the day after the second visit to the "Doctor". Mom and Dad woke us up at the evil hour of 12 in the afternoon to do these rude calisthenics they condescendingly refer to as "lying on the tummy". Make no mistake, the training was tough and long, and we worked hard to resist the mighty force known as gravity. Needless to say, we passed with flying colors. I figure that was enough of a demonstration to prove to the parents that we are capable and adaptive! Mission accomplished, right Mom and Dad?

Mission 8: Why? WHYYYYYY?

We have another visit to the Tribal shaman known as the "Doctor" today. In preparation for this ordeal, my shipmate and I decided to undergo some ritualistic body modifications. Vaughn attempted to scar his face with his fingernails, in a contemporary style much to the horror of our parental hosts, who then clipped the nails he had honed so carefully. I gave "Mom" a nice temporary tattoo with my mouth on her inner arm. She didn't seem pleased with this at all. We then used our own bodies to digest that magical substance called mother's milk to produce a most interesting color that we thought we could stain our backsides with, but the "Parents" rejected this immediately and wiped us vigorously. We don't understand why they rejected all our ideas. Vaughn surmises it must have something to do with a pure and clean body equaling a sound and ready mind. One thing is for certain. We will give the "Doctor" the fights of our lives. I hope our "Parents" will be proud!

By the way, a marked improvement in both the sky and temperature has soothed our dark moods! but they've done something odd to the mountains in the distance...

Mission 7: Blech!

^ this shot taken at 10:40 am!


The "Parents" have decreed the weather to be lousy. We tend to agree. "Mom" misses her homeland more and more. "Dad" doesn't seem to mind the weather so much, but that could be because he's so incredibly hairy. More research needs to be conducted. We're on the side of "Mom" here. Currently, we are fantasizing about the idea of a tropical climate.