Sometimes it rains in the desert. The plants, not used to the amount of nutrients they're being given, bloom wildly and all over the place, and the sky reminds the dry earth:I'm here. Despite everything, I still love you. I'll always love you. And all of your equipment that you keep outside because it doesn't actually USUALLY RAIN gets all WET, like really? i JUST cleared the colony of deadly microscopic venomous ants out of my printer and now it's all wet? Well, I digress, these plants are actually getting to be a bit of a problem here in town. I mean, it doesn't usually rain, so some of the larger plants are scaring our citizens a little- And usually we can deal witha little local terror, but the issue is that the plants are starting to get a little offended by the public display of fear, and have decided to start eating people and absorbing their consciousnesses.. Which kiiiinda sucks for local biodiversity reasons, you know? Well, all that I ask is if a plant decides to eat Carlos, that it keeps his beautiful, flawless, amazing...... intellect.
Hello readers, It's been a while. Taking personal time to yourself is always very important, especially when the service you have to broadcast completely unbiased news and completely impersonal life updates is abruptly cut off from you, leaving you, temporarily, inable to communicate with the outside world. In that time, I received a message! The message reads as following... "Hello Cecil, I'm not messaging for personal reasons. I have some concerns about the Fridge People? Recently some creatures have been showing up in Nightvale citizens' fridges and I was hoping that you could warn everyone about it before it gets out of hand. Please put out a warning and a call for more information regarding this. :( - Carlos (the Scientist)" Well, isn't this interesting, readers...? Such eloquent typing style, conveying emotion so easily with just two symbols, well, this concerned reader, Ahem, A Scientist, as I'm seeing now, must be preeetttyyy smart huh? Haha, Well, Haven't We All Been Scientists? At some point in our lives, at least. Good for this caring, concerned reader to stick to it like that. Really takes guts. To be a scientist. Also, there may be a vaguely fetal looking entity in your fridge, If you see one, there's no need to panic. Remember from the 'Fridge Person Procedure' that you learned last year, If it's smaller than your fist, remove all food items from your household for a minimum of three days. If it's BIGGER than your fist, cover every square foot of your house with gasoline, and light it on fire, chanting the ancient spell of damnation , which we all know from the Fridge Person Drills where a pipe bomb encased in a fake baby was placed in the back of everyone's fridges. Noooo big deal, haha... Must just be another day in science, right? Ha.... I mean, aren't we all in a little mortal danger sometimes? Just another Tuesday if you ask me.
Bored in the shower? Need something to occupy your mind with while you're getting yourself clean? Try battling the concept of your mortality! This fun life hack will be sure to make the boring old regular minutes youve spent in the shower become fun and introspective. ask yourself "If I go nowhere when I die, does my consciousness just go out? Are all the memories, understandings, and relationships I've made over my lifetime just going to go with it?" "Is the world really so unfair that I just have to sit back and wait for the inevitable?" "Am I really human? is this really my body? Is this really what I am?" and other questions of the like, as you sink to the shower floor, clutching your knees to your chest, watching the water run down the drain as you remind yourself that you are more than just an endless, bodiless, omnipotent spectator. Be reminded of the fragility and sensitivity of your human skin as you get goosebumps from the water running cold on your back. If your shower isn't done by then, try singing a little song to pass the time.
Last day of hibernation. Reckoning tomorrow. Stay tuned for a weight on your chest that will never quite sit right.