Rad Nauseam · David Cole

As most of you surely know, I just got married about three weeks ago (pictures of which will eventually surface — I hope). For our honeymoon we just went down to southern California. On the way, we stopped at a "famous" pea-soupery named Andersen's. It was just outside of Solvang, which is our favorite recreation Dutch village to get real drunk in and feel like less-thans.

Eventually we made it to the Queen Mary which is where we stayed the first night.

After that, we took off on a ferry to Catalina.

On our return back to the mainland, our instant camera ran out of batteries. We visited Mexico, which was TERRIFIC mind you, and a few other areas in SoCal before we came back home unexpectedly due to family matters (the show Family Matters — there was a marathon). We're going to go on a second round of Honeymoonage when the time and finances are right. Despite that, we had a killer time and are already planning an unrelated third trip down south to go to Mexico again.

With the release of Cloverfield and Lost coming back to television, alternate reality games are a flavorful ingredient in the thick soup that is the nerd zeitgeist. And maybe my soup spoon is too big, but I swore I was being wrapped up into a new ARG the other day when I received this text message from a number I didn't recognize:

I found the spy dog do u want it?

Everyone knows there's nothing more exciting than a spy dog, so with a mixture of caution and intrigue I replied:

I will require full specs before extraction of spy dog. Please send ASAP.

Where was this taking me? How deep could this rabbit hole go? Spy dogs are only ever trusted with the most dramatic of dossiers and microfilm. In the name of storytelling I've concealed the stunning reply. Prepare yourself, for the love of god, before you discover the shocking conclusion.

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