Reading: New York Times
Music: Lewis Black
TV/Movie: Flesh For Frankenstein
Link o' the Day: San Diego Comic-Con

I had thought after I moved that I would cease receiving strange packages and missives. That doesn't seem to be the case. I have met my new mail carrier and she seems a pleasant young lady--not the sort to leave disturbing packages at my door which are not directly addressed to me, nor strange envelopes lacking proper postage.



Yet they have caught up with me. This week I received a long, narrow box with a rolled up piece of paper and a large, black, slick feather. Upon the paper was writ:

To Number Twelve:

In seeing to the wishes of The Darcy, the Twelve Black Feathers have been delivered thusly:

Number One was given to the Boy Behind the Rock
Number Two was left with the Maid Behind the Bar
Number Three was delivered to the Dog In the Rushes
Number Four was presented to the Knight At the Clock
Number Five was handed to the Girl Up the Tree
Number Six was furnished to the Cook in the Kitchen
Number Seven was dispensed to the Knave
Number Eight was bestowed upon the One-Armed Tinker
Number Nine was conferred upon the Queen of All In Sight
Number Ten was turned over to the Running Man
Number Eleven was entrusted to the Shadow Under the Bridge
Number Twelve, right here, has been given up unto your hands and now the wishes of The Darcy have been fulfilled.

May God have mercy on us all.

(signed) The (former) Agent of The Darcy

I have no idea what to do with this, but I have a stack of old feathers that have appeared in other deliveries, so I guess I'll just add this one to the pile.

What could go wrong?

Also with this week's mail is a curiously familiar looking piece of rag-pressed paper with a message scrawled in crimson ink. I had hoped these guys wouldn't have followed me, but it seems whatever wire got crossed that resulted in my receiving their odd little messages has yet to get uncrossed. This one reads:

To Whom It May Concern,

We see that the winds are changing.
We note that the seas are rising.
We observe that when the wind howls,
it is not always the wind.

We await your word, we seek your signal.

(unsigned)

*sigh* Into the pile it goes.

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Today's link takes you to the official webpage for the San Diego Comic-Con, the biggest comic book and media convention in the country. (I'd say the world, but I'm not sure if Japan's Komiket isn't bigger.) Anyway, Comic-Con is going on right now and I've been following a few people's progress via facebook and Twitter. Wish I could be there myself, but then again... kind of relieved that I'm not. That many people? Yeesh.

But to get the scoop on the con, check out their website.

Cheers!