See! There were four of them, not two. You not only didn't know their names, you didn't even know they existed.

Ha! Now that I see them, I remember all of them. Although I couldn't tell you anything about the long-haired woman.

This whole Gus thing is stirring up my inner Trixie Belden. I would like to get to the bottom of it. I don't know why, I'm not terribly emotionally invested in Gus' or feel terribly betrayed. It's just a mystery that seems like it could be solved.

I feel this way too. Not enough to drive to Wisconsin, because I don't even know what I would do once I got there, but still...

I don't even know what I would do once I got there, but still...

Point and scream like Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Sounds like a plan.

Come on, somebody. Do eeet.

It does feel like something inherently resolvable.

We could have a F2F, Wisconsin!

We could break into Gus' house while he's out of town, and he'd have to call the sherrif to evict us!

Edit: Sheriff. Damn, it looks funny both ways now.

Oy vey. My agent is tweeting that I'm mean because I taunted her with my book idea and she can't stop thinking about the possibilities.

This is a good thing, right?

Whoever goes has to be ready to point and yell, "j'accuse!!"

I'm kinda "It's in the past," about finding all that stuff out. But I want that article corrected because it's out there now, and it links here.

But, you know, in reality, I'll just sit here and eat my soup in quiet rage.

We could break into Gus' house while he's out of town, and he'd have to call the sherrif to evict us!

Ha ha! Callbacks are the key to comedy.

Back when Gus supposedly "died", I was tempted to drive up there. It's kinda' sorta' on the way to Minneapolis.

Maybe I'll still do that. I'll need to get my expired drivers license renewed first....