If a wolf touches you in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable, try singing a song about it.

Because nothing -- not late medbay shifts or terse Insecticon relations or the state of your dying planet that I frequently lie to Impact about -- will keep me from our annual holiday stream!

We should all be aware of owls. It won't protect us from them, but that's no reason not to go down fighting.

It doesn't matter what we came from, to pellets we shall return.

Another owl come and gone, another year in which I've managed to survive, but only barely.

A very happy Nestor Mocking Night to us all!

We are live!

It was like a tap on the shoulder from an old, dear friend.

So superb that I only just managed to claw my way out from the ensuing pellet. The things I've seen have changed me forever.

Unless this platform crashes and burns -- or I do -- I've no intention of going anywhere!

Breakdown and Impact send their congratulations to you both, and we all agree that if we were in the vicinity of your ring, we would resist the urge to eat it.

No, it carried me off in its talons and I'm currently a pile of regurgitated scrap metal and vole bones at the base of the Superb Tree. Tell my tale to those who ask, but only the good bits.

Yes, I find I have that effect on most things I say! The passage of time and what it means for humans is one of those things that will keep me up if I allow it to linger, so suffice it to say, this is one of those updates I'll just be tucking away to keep. Ich gratuliere Ihnen zu Ihrem Abschluss und wünsche Ihnen noch viele schöne Reisen!