Thursday, December 13, 2007

Case of the Ex.

So who knew my ex Tommy Rotten was playing for the Voodoo Crew now? Hint: not me. Had a run-in with him underwater and that was less than pleasant. He totally wasn't zombified when we were dating either. And Tommy Rotten isn't even his real name! His real name is--BEEP-BEEP! WE'RE SORRY, YOU HAVE BEEN DISCONNECTED. PLEASE TRY YOUR CALL AGAIN LATER.

Thursday, December 6, 2007


Whew! Thank goodness the zombie menace was stopped!

Major Tom is still in recovery. The specialists have reassured me his brain cravings shouldn't last much longer.

I know most of agents requested time off for the holidays, but we just got a special request and I'm hoping at least a few of you will be up for the challenge!

One Mr. S. Nicholas has asked that Ground Control send out a few agents to help buff up security at his factory up north. It's only seasonal help---he said the job would be done before the new year---but it sounds pretty important.

So if you're geared to go, remember to dress warm and bring some milk and cookies. (It's always good to impress the client, right?)

Mission Requirements: Santa needs help! Better dress the part and get ready to guard the toyshop! Mission is due before Jan. 1st!

Happy Hols, kids and kittens!
Molly Go-Lightly

Sunday, December 2, 2007


Man, I totally take back all the bitching I did when we had to lug those file cabinets from Sub-Basement 32 all the way to floor 92 when the elevators were out last summer. They sure do make a good barricade in a pinch. Great at keeping mindless zombies at bay, but not related ones, it seems.

Bob and Jen stopped by to check out my place of employment three months after I first invited them, [with the exception of our parents, none of the clan's very timely.] Needless to say, it was awkward, and gave Bob a whole wealth of new material to tease me with for the months, [years,] to come. But then Bob and Jen got into the spirit of things and lent a hand, which was great since my boom-stick had just run out of ammo and I was down to just my trusty chainsaw.

Good times, good times.

Saturday, December 1, 2007