This week at HCAD is a great time to be here. It’s always a great time to visit HCAD. Tell your family. It’s like a theme park. Unlike a theme park, HCAD is free to visit. Subscribing to HCAD is also free. Tell your friends.
Last week at HCAD we met some exciting characters. For example:
These characters will forever be a part of us. We are grateful for their presence in our lives and in our hearts.
In the next few days we will bring you even more characters. We hope you like them.
You are born, and you keep on winning.
You keep on winning and you get first place in everything you do. You’re the literal luckiest girl alive; training has nothing to do with it.
You keep on winning and you weren’t even going for gold. You were aiming for a participation award. Nothing that calls this much attention to you. Read more
You’ve earned it.
Ten points and a double gold award. You did everything you could at the relay races. You lapped everyone else in the game where you carry an egg on a spoon in your mouth across the field. In the three legged race you picked your partner up and carried her weight. You showed no fear when running and jumping onto a chair to pop a water balloon with your butt. Nothing could stop you. Read more
This is definitely gonna be a week. Here at HCAD, a week is six days. It’s gonna be the six days from March twenty eighth to April second in the year two thousand sixteen, in fact.
Yesterday I got more text messages from family members before noon on a Sunday than I remember being possible. It’s like it was a holiday or something. I hope the people you care about are sending you love as well, and that if you don’t care about anyone that someone still cares about you. Like the student loan office. Or the guy who sells you whatever it is you can’t legally buy yourself (Kinder Eggs).
Since we care about you, we’re gonna give some stuff to you almost every day this week. Here it what it will probably look like in list form:
Thankfully, last week is over. Some highlights were that time I related a little bit too hard to a one dimensional character, the day nothing made sense but Donald Trump didn’t rule the world, and the time a man’s family fisherman heritage helped him survive.
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He’d died. Just like that. Fallen. Keeled over. Kicked the bucket. And now there was an opening on the council. Just like that, everything had changed. Read more
Matthieu had been awake for the past seventy nine hours. Staying up for that long had been a bad idea; he had an important meeting that he needed to go to today. The board budget meeting could honestly take care of itself, but as President and CEO of his company, Matthieu sort of needed to be there instead of just sending a representative again. It was bad form to send someone in his place to fifteen meetings in a row, and Matthieu was cutting it close. Read more
The hex code of the day was #ff2400. Holmes and Watson, two prestigious men of their day, painted the walls of their study #ff2400. Together. They did a lot of things together, like solving murders without any definitive evidence. They also lived together.
They wanted to paint their study in a shade of red that sounded more pretentious than it looked. Scarlet. They now had a study in scarlet. It was beautiful. Read more
Jared took the baseball bat out from underneath his bed. Tonight, he would solve the problem.
Jared’s dad had told him every night for the past year that there were no monsters in his closet. Tonight, his dad wouldn’t have to lie to him anymore when he said that. Tonight, Jared would make sure there were no monsters in his closet. Read more
I am not a duckling. I am a baby duck. There’s a difference. Ducklings are immature, spoiled, no-good animals with no vocabulary to speak of (heh). I am a baby duck. Baby ducks can speak in monologue format without caring who hears, since we know we are impressive. Read more
Chapter 19 – Closing up
“You’ve done it again, Nancy!” the police chief yelled, looking more miffed that someone who wasn’t him had solved a crime rather than happy that a criminal was about to be locked up. It was like he was actively trying to let crime run rampant, or something. Nancy had better things to think about, like whatever standardized tests second graders took back in the day. The ITBS or something. Comic books. She had more important things to worry about than the fact that she was better at the police’s job than the police. Read more