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Reading Ultimate Fantastic Four, and this, in a way, is prepping me for the movie coming out. But really, I’m just enjoying comics more and more. I’ve watched a bunch of movies the past couple of days and now I just wanna kick back with pages to turn in a comfortable chair with a blanket up over me.

So an experiment goes awry and they get all tweaked. Sounds very familiar. Sounds very close to home. Sounds like some Friday nights, or Saturday nights, or a car accident, the kind that changes your life forever, that you walk away from, or don’t; you float invisibly through the atmosphere no longer affected by the cold. After some time, you tire of this wandering and start to go desperately mad.

Either that or you’re a mad scientist type, and shit blows up. Next think you know, your new name is Stretch, and you, well, elongate in all sorts of directions. It’s a strange world. World on top of world. Procreate.

Strieber says, “People can stomach UFOs, but they don’t wanna hear me with the aliens up your ass… They [the Greys] can get very up close and personal.”

One can only imagine.

Our friends gave us the perfect gift – these special cat nip bubbles for Rudra and Kalika to enjoy. Strange bubbles that don’t really pop. After 45 minutes they’re still there, sitting on the hardwood floor. Rudra goes up, attacks, eats them, and looks up at me like he’s smoked some crack. Some pretty good crack. And Kalika, of course she’s scared shitless of each and every bubble. They fall down on her and stick to her fur. I saw this coming even from a previous life.