WELCOME TO DREAMWIDTH, HERO...

Sooooo. Bad news, guys. Max Gibson ported out this morning. I'm optimistic that she'll be back soon, but you know how it goes around here. I won't be holding my breath.

Anyways, in less depressing news — or more, depending on your perspective — Valentine's Day is just one week away. What're your plans, Network? Anyone up for an anti-date night?

There are three days, seventeen hours and eighteen minutes until the start of the Olympics. [A beat.] Not that I'm counting or anything. It's almost comforting to see the games go on despite the wars and chaos all around us. It's a reminder that we can put our differences aside and compete in the truest and purest way imaginable, without prejudice or anything. It's just for the love of the sport.

On my must watch list is archery, fencing, shooting, artistic and rhythmic gymnastics, and the track and field events. I'll be Tivo-ing the judo and boxing, maybe the soccer, too.

Who else is excited? I can't be the only one with Olympic fever!

The best part about having a photographic memory? Remembering people's birthdays, of course.

[Kate zooms in on a large green fish-shaped cake with Dodger blue frosting script which reads, "Happy Birthday Bucky!" on it.]

This is last minute, I know, but consider it an open invitation to eat cake and share embarrassing stories about Mister Barnes. Or just eat cake. Trust me, there's plenty to go around.

[private to Bucky]

I hope you weren't trying to downplay it this year.

[private to Tommy]

You'd better come over, at least.