Captain Anonymous spent the afternoon at the Captains' Table with Captain Automatic, reminiscing about old times, after which they went back to their jobs as contract janitors.
Captain Desperate respectfully requests you to send money, starting now. Or sooner.
Captain Doofus is claiming to be my father, which sounds about right. Mainly he wants to be sure that he will have someone to inherit his rubber band collection (the world's largest, he says). I can't wait. (Ummm — though maybe I can, come to think of it.)
Captain Hemorrhagic Fever isn't usually invited to weddings and such, but still, surprisingly, does manage to get around and have a lot of fun, sometimes with people you already know.
Captain I Ain't No Dang Sissy bit a snake, and then the snake returned the favor. We all cheered. The funeral is tomorrow at 11. (Nobody is going.)
Captain Mumblebunny really went to town yesterday. He's been threatening to do just that for years, and now here we are. First thing, we locked the gate behind him and turned out all the lights, after hanging a "For Sale" sign on the fence. And as soon as we get a few minutes of free time we'll plant a bunch of land mines around the perimeter. That should hold us for at least a few days while we gather our thoughts. So we hope.
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Me? Having ever longer talks with the cat about the real Meaning Of leif. Lefi. Lief. Life. Whatever.
