Home sweet spoiled kitty. On the one hand, how bad a guy can Dale be if he gives cats treats? On the other hand, he's a fucking kidnapper; I'll not succumb to Stockholm syndrome over a can of cat food. I also don't like /dev/null taking food from strangers or being fed at inappropriate times. Chances are good there's a pile of regurgitated tuna somewhere, waiting for an unsuspecting, naked foot....
Dale seems like a nice guy, but he should stop shaving with Hanlon's Razor. The man just isn't bright. Speaking of bright, what the hell is up with Wilson? I would think this talk of superpowers was fucking insane if I hadn't seen that. We've got to get out of here. I'm too young to die. I'm not done with my second chance yet.
I figured it made sense to have a separate blog for the "weird shit keeps happening" phase of my life. Here's hoping that phase is either short or awesome, although it's not looking great so far.
