The Dark Lord appeared in response to complaints from Crow constituents about the poor selection of appropriate foods at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa luncheon buffet.  the Face of Everyman was quick to respond:  A Crow family had a nest nearby and were about infrequently.  Roving flocks were gracious enough to not intrude.  In the end a compromise was reached; a small amount of artisan bread would be would be made available; subject to plundering by Raccoons, Dogs and Herring Gulls.  The outcome could give politics a good name.


Evander has rebranded himself as The Great Cardini, Master of Prestidigitation.  He was eager to perform tonight before the dinner crowd at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  the Face of Everyman was quick to point out that the “P” word referred to sleight of hand magic tricks; perhaps he should learn a few jokes and become a master comedy.  Evander flew off to rethink his choice of careers.


A spirit of generosity swept over J. D.   He called out to the small crow by the cabana huts; “Would you like some bread?”   Not realizing that the life like silhouette could not respond, he turned next to the Face of Everyman.  As it happened, the venerable sage was fasting.  Everywhere he turned throughout the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa there seemed no one to whom he could share his bounty of stale whole wheat bread.  The spirit of generosity left J.D. as swiftly as it had arrived.  He relished every morsel.

Take Out

Ambrose loved left over Pizza.  In the alley behind the village franchise ready made pizza kiosk there was always a few swept out crusts.  Trouble was that those crusts were so dry that they took most of the day to soften.  Any morsel soaking in the waters of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was tantamount to abandonment.  Ambrose cast a pleading eye towards the Face of Everyman.  Could the venerable sage find it in his heart to hide this bit of crust under his basalt kilt?

Barley Water

Breakfast at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa weight loss clinic was a thin gruel of Barley water and something dreadful which compounded Palomar’s feelings of hunger.  He stepped outside for a smoke and a brief chat with the Face of Everyman while casting his eyes about for any orts.  Expletive. Evening waitstaff had been meticulous.


Palomar had booked into the world famous weight loss clinic at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  On the first day he broke the rules, stuffing his face.  When caught on camera, all he could say was: “Does this pop corn make me look fat?”  The venerable sage had witnessed this scene played over and over.

Pop Corn

Finisterre loved pop corn with butter.  Unfortunately the sweepings from last night’s movies at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was drenched in truffle oil with a hint of Brewer’s yeast.  His only resort was soaking each fluffy kernel in the cleansing waters.  Luckily for the Face of Everyman truffle oil was close to SPF-60.