Hacked again!

I can't even leave you alone for five seconds, can I, blog?

We need to move our info about Itex and The Institute, The School, and the secret location of my Ovaltine jar collection onto a more secure server. Passwords, high encryption, and a giant pad lock! First Wolf Boy, then Erasers.

Ari's kind enough in a dumb way to at least hack his way into something small. Little to no damage and something he knew Nudge could fix quickly. Why? Cause he was HUMAN first. He just wanted to taunt us. It was a power move.

Erasers, however, come into the room all big and loud, taking over everything in a destructive way. Why? Cause they're vapid mutant psycho idiots. That's also why our site and our boards were compromised. That's the truth.

But Max, although bubblegum scented and a total dweeb sometimes, is right. We're not the silent type. Even me.

I owe Nudge some chocolate milk for fixing this hack. Big time.

We're back...for now. Are you with me?

-Fang.

Swamps, psychos, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Okay, so back to the swamp saga.

After vacuuming down half our food supply, two kids came upon our little camp site and told us this bizarre story of being kidnapped, blah blah. Buy the book. (Ha. Literally!)

Anyway, with this little James Bond meets Men In Black pen-type device, the girl starts speaking into it, transmitting information. I'd say she was just a really eager student trying to get a jump on those trimester exams, but...uh...WE'RE NOT IN SCHOOL!

After an awkward sobbing fit a la some bad soap opera scene, she coughed up the name of the people responsible: Itex.

Why is Itex like a giant rash that won't go away? The giant thorn in our collective side? The...I'm running out of effective analogies.

Itex is huge. Bigger than you, and I, and the world even knows. They manufacture the keyboard I'm typing on right now...the eye drops Nudge just put in her eyes...the protein bars I threw down to those kids. The food that makes Gazzy...Gazzy! Everything!

Our world is not going to be ours if psycho companies like Itex is at the reigns. We need to take control and let our voices be heard!

Fang has an idea, and we're taking a slight detour in plans to follow it. Unfortunately, it means I need to put down this very tasty cup of egg nog.

When we know more, so will you.

Hang in there, and hopefully '07 will be the year goodness prevails.

-Max

Disney pics.

Hey.

I'm really mad that Mr. Toad's Wild Ride closed. No one told me this. Now some Pooh Bear thing is there instead.

What kind of world are we living in, people?!

Here's some pics I took, courtesy of the Fang Cam:


Epcot


Epcot: A Bird Kid's P.O.V.


If that Swiss Family place is not incognito enough, we may fly up to the top of this castle. Sweet.


"Dear Fang, Stay classy. Your fuzzy pal, Chip"

M-I-C-K-E-Y...M-O-U-S-E!

Context clues should let you in on our final location.

Either that, or I managed to receive an episode of the New MMC (featuring a really little Britney Spears, ick) through my chip...that I recently tried to self-remove after watching seven O.R. scenes of House. Except I, unlike those hospital folk, was on a beach at the time of the attempted extraction. Nevermind.

Maybe we can crash in the Robinson Crusoe family treehouse?

Fang wants to post some pictures he took, and Angel wants to go on more rides even though Total threw up on her after a ride on Space Mountain. (The sign clearly read NO PETS in the theme park. Geez.)

-Max

P.S. Remind me to tell you the story about the weirdo kids we met in a swamp. Stuff like this only happens to us!

REALLY Weird Science

If you knew information about something so big, it could change the world, what would you do?

Warn or prevent?

Darn moral dilemmas.

-Fang.

Destination: South

Nudge and Angel are perhaps a wee bit too excited about this Florida expedition. They also won't stop singing "White & Nerdy," their new favorite song.

...I feel a new iMix coming on.

Gazzy found this article while catching up on the latest news (and trying to see if psycho parents of the year, the Griffiths had sold a book deal on "James: Our Flying Goldmine" yet): Australian Parliament Lifts Cloning Ban.

Stuff like that is kinda scary for the Flock, because we've seen the dangers of when science goes from brilliant to botched, falling into the wrong hands with questionable morals (and, in Jeb's case, the ability to randomly resurface from years of absence from the "dead").

Maybe we should forget this whole Florida thing and go there. I always wanted to see the Opera House in Sydney. We can talk to the Parliament and say, "Hey!"

...I haven't given much thought as to what comes after that. It sounds clutch* in my head, I swear.

We need to find an alternative method of transportation for Total. He keeps drooling in Fang's backpack when he sleeps. He snores, too.

-Max

*Nudge's new vocab word of the day: Clutch (adj.): Key, perfect, appropriate

Guess who's back? ...Back again?

Iggy's back.

Tell a friend.

I've had a long week, guys. I also learned an important lesson: Your family is where your heart is.

My heart is with the Flock. I missed these guys too much to ever leave again.

...Except maybe to go to the bathroom.

No time to waste. Time to do what bird (kids) do, and fly south for the winter.

Ig

Note to self:Never doubt your weasel alarm when it goes off.

I knew that Pruitt jerk was a...jerk!

...And speaking of even more jerks (and why, coincidentally, are they all BOYS?), Sam.

After everything that just happened at the school, he e-mailed me last night.

What doesn't he understand about me not trusting anyone - period? Instead, he's begging to help me and my "siblings" saying, "You can trust me, Max! I kissed you!"

I bet he told the whole world! No wonder I have to save the whole wide world. I have to save it from Sam and his big, fat mouth. Funny, because I could have sworn I saw pictures on his MySpace with little miss RHW herself.

Yeah. I digress.

Anne's the head honchette of evilness, Jeb continues to confuse me more than a Rubik's Cube, Ari needs to throw himself a pity party and get it overwith already, and...actually, I'll let a surprise guest tell the next part.

A simple kind of life.

I miss the simple things, although a whole lot in my life is mucho far from it. Like, sneaking out of the house at night to fly with the bats over Virginia.

Ig was always in heaven when we did that. It creeped me out at first (ew, bats!), but he felt as at ease with them as he did with us. That made me happy.

I hope he's alright.

Ig and Gazzy used to play with the pigs out on the farm. He's hurting from missing his partner in crime, so he hasn't gone out to the barn lately. The pigs never liked Total - I guess because he could talk! (This isn't Animal Farm, you know.)

I've had this recurring dream every night since Ig left. The Erasers are chasing me, and I run through the woods until I come to a ledge.

I fall...and then begin to fly. I escape, and then wake up in a cold sweat.

What this means, I don't know. Maybe someone else who's not an annoying voice in my head can tell me. Volunteers?

-Max