HEAVY LITTLE OBJECTS

His name is Steve. (and might I add, that's an awesome little umbrella Steve is carrying.)

His name is Caltrop. In fact, he is a graduate student from the planet Shystron IV, where their culture is so advanced that the only viable careers are Movie Producer, Lawyer, Jaded Actor, and Peon. Nominally, he has come to our world as part of his thesis research, but it's really more of a junket. Only here, where the law is so arbitrary, so shot full of holes and contradictions, can a true genius of the Holy Art of Negotiation and Contracts do his best work.

There you have it.

PS: This blog is kind of awesome.

This blog is awesome indeed. The alien's name seems to be Desmo, though if it had a bowler it would have a John Steed thing goin' on.

His name's Festus. Festus is the bestust! He has an enchantingly dorky smile. "I'm sorry," he seems to say, "about that thing my cousin did to your butt. It was for science!"

Lyle. His name is Lyle. Until they become clueful, frosh go by their given names. Later, maybe...
Lance

I should add that Lyle's mother named him after herself, although she always hated the name and renamed herself deLyla in her early youth, like *that* would fool anybody, but in a fit of piety she gave him her name made him carry it to college because she thought it would force him into being a Good Boy instead of galumphing off into the sawgrass in search of himself.

I should point out that RedWriter is ineligible for this little contest as she's my mother.

Mack - oh good. Because, you know, her little vignette RULES.

I would just like to add that if Festus comes to live with me I promise to get him a teeny wig or two, and post pics. The man (man used in the loosest sense of the word) cries out for some pimp hair.