BLOG READER 1
The internets have informed us we've lost contact with the
Alien Onions.
BLOG READER 2
What were their orders?
BLOG READER 1
They were going to be lounging about, or cooking, or
shopping, or reading, or swimming, or cleaning, or panicking, or picnicking -
and generally BEING ON HOLIDAYS. They were supposed to report in for the first
week of January. They were gonna surface to periscope depth and upload cake
photos.
BLOG READER 2
Well, they've gone quiet. They're a publishing house.
BLOG READER 1
Sure. Maybe.
BLOG READER 2
But?
BLOG READER 1
They usually say they're going quiet.
BLOG READER 2
What are the other possibilities?
BLOG READER 1
That they've lost all power and they're drifting aimlessly
in hostile territories.
BLOG READER 2
What hostile territories.
BLOG READER 1
Yeah. The Alien Onions are in Blog Limbo. Their last
post was before Christmas.
BLOG READER 2
We haven't heard from them?
BLOG READER 1
Yeah.
BLOG READER 2
What do we have ready if we need to order a massive and
undetectable rescue mission?
BLOG READER 1
They put two Illustrators on alert from St Patrick's
Cathedral. Two Designers are on alert at the Fitzroy Gardens ready to pick up a
rescue crew and fittings. They'll meet up with two Fast Attack Authors we have
stationed off Parliament Station, each carrying cake. They practice for this all
the time, but we shouldn't do it. Not yet.
BLOG READER 2
Why not?
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And then there was cake... finally.
Two cakes in fact. Two cakes for a Very Special Birthday for Our Fearless Leader.
A German Wednesday cake in the Mothership, accompanied by a Very Special Hat.
And an amazing Torta Caprese, with homemade truffles. And no, SB didn't tear out her own hair, that's very delectable Persian fairyfloss.
