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Some of you may have noticed a brief lag in Freaker productivity last week. Shutting down to make our move was a bit scary, but the worst is behind us. This week, we started in the office we are going to finish in, and that is comforting.

Paul Revere road through the night with warning fires when he saw the British coming. Bravo, Paulyboy. Well they are back, and this time it's not only the British, but their robots too! These robots are friends, not foes, and we should celebrate their robotic culture in the universal language of SWEET DANCE MOVES!

... Just like that Creed song. Don't pretend to be so suave, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Half of us are saying buh-bye to the American expanse of the Great Plains. The other half are saying buh-bye to a different kind of spacial curiosity: our old office.

Every now and then, something terrible happens. The internet goes down. When we first moved into our new office space yesterday, there were no little wifi-particles floating around, and a plague of icky swept over the office. Sure we have things like 'pens', and 'stamps', and 'a fax machine'. But we also have a dinosaur. Anyways, the internet is back up and we are celebrating! To help celebrate the fact that wireless internet exists, and our move is finished, we want to offer you some super special deals! From now untilFriday, Lil' Ben and Volitron are only 8 buckaroos! Call it a moving sale, or don't. We don't care.

Oklahoma, I think it's finally time for us to sit down and have the gritty yet necessary conversation.  Let me start by saying that this is an open forum, and the highest valued commodity is honesty. Whew. Okay. You ready?

While half of the Freakerteam has gone mobile, making stops and throwing parties on their way out west, the other half has some excitement of their own! Yesterday, we began the exodus from our Castle Street location to our new deluxe office in the sky! While we are so excited about our new space, it is hard to leave so many memories where we humbly began our journey! WHAT YOU'RE WINNING THIS WEEK: We have a stack of old polaroids, each with a unique memory from our office, that we want to share with you! In addition to a polaroid, each of our five winners will receive one random "found object" from our move, as well as a Freaker of their choice! HOW TO ENTER: Simply comment on this picture with your favorite memory from our old workspace! You can link in an old blog post, type something from memory, or give us a first hand account of a time you were in the office (realistically or metaphorically!) Mooooooovin' on up!

I would like to clarify: This was taken in a Wendy's. Texas rules. You Texans are so sweet. Sweet than apple pie. Sweeter than spring chickens. Sweeter than a vat of cane sugar mixed with artificial sweetener mixed with extra sweetened honey! You're sweeter than all of these things combined with the other sweet colloquialisms describing sweet things with an extra sweet cherry on top.

In the past couple of days, the Freakerteam has been doing kartwheels in the dirty south. Here are some things that we've learned...

Remember that time we turned a boxtruck into a neon-dream house and travelled around the country throwing everyone grilled cheese parties in celebration of EVERYTHING? Those were the days. There is, however, one minor detail that's been bugging us: we're not too keen on living in the past. Let's edit "those were the days" to read "these are the days." That's right, little chickies. We're on the road again! The boxtruck revolution is in full force! The FreakerBtruck has been fully renovated with a new grilled cheese stage, earhugs speaker system, complete with a DJ party deck on the roof! Freaker Tour 2013 is coming to an America near you!  The first sandwich to hit the grill can be found today in Auburn, Alabama at The Villager! Swing by to get fed, funned, and freaked!!! Stay tuned, stay tooned! Lovin on you, world!

FACT: The internet has everything. Anything. Abe Lincoln riding a bear? Yep. Pizza cats? Mmhm! Ryan Gosling refusing to eat cereal? Check. Sexy Freakin' Sax Man? GOT IT. When you open your browser everyday, you are bound for anything. And that's something to celebrate.  WHAT YOU'RE WINNING THIS WEEK: We have 5 care packages to give away this week featuring Bound For Anything notebooks! Made in North Carolina (RAISE UP!), Bound For Anything makes custom journals for all of your travel, errand, and doodling needs! We're including 3 memo books: a standard notepad, one with blank sheet music, and an ingenious anti-social media notebook entitled "I Should Probably Keep These Thoughts To Myself." We're also including a $10 gift card so that you can customize your own journal! Oh! AND A Freaker of your choice! BOOM, BABY! (Total retail value: $50) HOW TO ENTER: HOW TO ENTER: Find this photo on our Facebook page and show us your newest favorite Internet-Find in the comments section! Pictures, videos, .gifs - whatever you want! Let's party in cyberspace!

Real Life #FreakerProblems: Somebody anonymously sent us two horse masks early this week. Why is this a #problem? Why do you keep using #hashtags to communicate what is seemingly a non-problem? Would a real problem warrant #hashtags either way? All of these questions are invalid, and I am going to explain to you why in the form of another question: What is the only other universe where anonymous horse heads are anonymously given away in mysterious places? YOU KNOW THE ANSWER. And that is the extent of our #FreakerProblems this week. The mafia. The plastic horse mafia. If you don't hear from us ever again, give our warmest regards to Fred Durst. That is all.

Once upon a time, the Freakerteam engaged themselves in a brutal Battle of the Sexes over a mysterious being that goes by the name of Sexy Sax Man. Dreams were shattered, whispers were careless and at the end of it all, every party threw up their arms and declared that they were never going to dance again. NEVER AGAIN. Until now. Ladies and gentlemen, if you are in the midst of an inter-gender [insert definition of your choice] conflict - there is a solution. We have teamed up with the Sexy Sax Man himself to bring you the sexiest and the saxiest of all the sexy saxy Freakers in history! AND if you have trouble sleeping at night, know this: for every Sexy Sax Man Freaker you buy, you'll be contributing to his personal sandwich fund. Without sandwiches, Sexy Sax Man would become unsexily malnourished and lack the energy to sex and sax all of your woes away! For those of you who have not been saxified, here is a revolutionary present for you.