It appears I’m enjoying a relaxing day at the salon, but actually darling I’m having the Retinal Scan Cam downloaded. It’s an extraordinary invention that plants a temporary “film” onto the eye’s retina so that all images I see for the next 12 hours will be downloaded onto a state-of-the-art imaging device. My eyes will essentially be cameras for the next 12 hours. Of course my location is top secret. For now… you’ll see for yourself soon enough!
Not every assignment can be fabulous, darling! Here I prepare for a stint as a Marin soccer mom to break up an international narcotics ring. I do know this, those men are restless, wondering where their wives are at night. They are proving to be quite the distraction. I honestly feel sorry for them. Perhaps I can provide some comfort in my spare time…
Posted 2 years ago at 2:16 pm. Add a comment
Being a toxophilite, archery is one my favorite parts of new recruit training (along with bladework and of course fastroping). Young agents sometimes have a hard time keeping their eye on the target, so I find it helpful (and a bit more exciting for everyone) to give them a little extra something to aim for, darling.
Posted 2 years, 1 month ago at 9:51 am. Add a comment
I was hoping my time on this side of the pond would be pure R&R, enjoying the games as Wills & Kate’s guest. Not the case, darling!
Turns out there’s been a threat against the queen’s life, and yours truly will be planted amongst the Olympians, running re con — hence early hours extra training. Of course I maintain a rigorous fitness regime throughout the year, but these are the Olympics, darling! Even I find it difficult to keep up with their elite athleticism.
Posted 2 years, 1 month ago at 9:47 am. Add a comment
James “Quantum of Lame” Bond did in fact learn that I’m in town, thanks to my stupid sister Viva’s Twitterthumbs. But I really can’t complain darling: he needs a date for his dinner with Wills & Kate, and I’ve not seen them since the weddin
Of course this means I’ll need something fabulous to wear! Stella is so busy these days she couldn’t actually meet and consult on a gown, so she set aside her selections and told me to send her snapshots. She chose the orange sherbet one-shoulder one (I couldn’t agree more), and insisted we meet for a cocktail after my dinner.
If James makes even one of his tired and absurd double entendres on our date, I will not be responsible for my actions, darling.
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Darling, you’ve no idea how relieved I was when Lara “Empress Of The Universe” Croft had to cancel our coffee date at the last minute because (big surprise) she couldn’t find a sitter for her global collection of moppets. I’m in London to scout new talent from the most gifted pool of potential agents — world class athletes! — and she begged me for some girl time. I agreed under the condition that she not bring her brood. The noise of those brats make my stupid sister Viva’s voice sound downright mellifluous in comparison.
Posted 2 years, 1 month ago at 12:00 pm. Add a comment
I adore new recruit training season!
Here I prepare to take our top student, Pak, to an undisclosed location (hint: “remote tropical island” is in my contract) for the final phase of training — the details of which shall also remain undisclosed, darling.
Unfortunately, Pak had a little slip during a routine training drill, and remains in triage on the island. This has happened with the last few recruits, and I may have to evaluate the final phase of cadet discipline. Safety first, darling!
Posted 2 years, 1 month ago at 12:16 pm. Add a comment
My stupid sister Viva is under house arrest –in my Malibu house, yet! — because of some ridiculous shenanigans over the Memorial Day weekend. Which means I needed to get as far away as possible before I get arrested for strangling her! This time she’s gone too far, and even a highly trained elite agent with nerves of steel can only take so much!
So how best to clear my head and recharge my batteries? With a visit to my former colleague Mario, who left ARDOR to become a professional racer. And he certainly hasn’t lost his lust for speed — we used to call him Zero-To-Sixty Back in he day!
I’d almost forgotten how much I love speed and heavy machinery (at
the same time, even better!) And I have to confess, skilled as I am, with Mario in the driver’s seat I feel like such an amateur! He handles like no other man I’ve known.
I think it’s time for a long overdue vacation. Besides, this is the slow season in the international peacekeeping industry. No one can resist a little fun in the sun, neither the most dangerous terrorist, nor yours truly.
Good luck in court, Viva!
Posted 2 years, 3 months ago at 4:31 pm. Add a comment
It means “Bullshit Detector.’ But that just sounds so banal, darling.
It means “Bullshit Detector; But that just sounds so banal, darling
Posted 2 years, 8 months ago at 11:07 am. Add a comment
I feel just awful, darling. Well, somewhat awful. James “Quantum of Lame” Bond invited me to his remote winter retreat for a holiday tryst, for old time’s sake (with the promise he would drop the ridiculous double entendres once and for all). We dined, we drank, we enjoyed our traditional midnight Indian wrestle on the bluff… and then he asked if I wanted to see his Mighty Yule Log. I’m ashamed to say despite my elite training, I lost control — and hurled him off the cliff. Maybe this time he’ll get the message.