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.

First I get sent to freaking Iraq to defuse bombs and watch civilians get blown to bits. Then my momma and home get blown away by that bitch Katrina. All I wanted was to settle down, do some work, figure out a major for school, and maybe find a girl again. Now I am getting locked in rooms and burnt to a crisp by a pyrokinetic pot-head. Starting to wonder if God has a plan for me after all – and I am hoping that it doesn't look anything like the plan he had for Job.

Wow, we're currently number #23 on iTunes in our "Other Games" category. There are some really great podcasts in that category, ones I listen to weekly. Go team!

We're half-way through our first week of apocalypse engineering, gleefully watching the download counter tick. We understand there have been some problems with iTunes on the iPhone when clicking the episode title instead of the free --> download button; we're working on that. Please give us a post or use the contact form if you have any other problems.

For those of you who still aren't quite sure what the hell this all is, it's been likened to a '40s radio play with dice. And cursing. And superpowers.

We have the next four episodes in the can, and we're recording again on Monday. Those of us who are still alive are working on an advancement as I type!

So, WTF? Some bastard yanks me out of my house, hooks me all up to IVs and shit with a bunch of other people and now tells me that I'm 'positive' and I need to wear some fucking handcuffs so he'll tell me what the fuck he's doing?

Simple fucking math. Anyone who needs to kidnap and handcuff you to get you to do what they want means you fucking don't want to do it...

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.

Starting my journal back up. I haven't written anything since... Since September of 2001, when the world fell down. The same sort of feeling has been in the air lately, seems like maybe restarting this journal might bring events full circle. I don't know.

I am leaving this accounting of my actions to explain how I got to where I am now and the crooked path that led me here. I am not looking for absolution, I suspect I wouldn't get it if I tried. I just need to leave something behind for people that will come looking for me once I am dead...