He's not all there man!

Weems! For some reason no matter where Weems is in the house he appears to have one eye always fixed on a faraway location. With the help of Google maps the location was revealed to us, Ancient Eridu!

He must be trying to tell us something!

Weems no longer speaks to us in the words of Man but of beasts. Light whimpers or low growls mostly.

Tomorrow I must get the team together and make preparations to find this Eridu. I might have to call in my favor with the production staff at A&E to get in touch with Steven Seagal he will prove very valuable on this epic of journeys!

Our lady of seven sorrows, Mother of mourning, precious lich...

With Urkku bound by winter's cold grasp we had little if no time to waste. Hot flashes of an aged fever strike me, trembling are the words uttered by the lips of mine "Our lady of seven sorrows, Mother of mourning, precious lich..." and before I could continue came a knock at the door. Light rapping and first but quickly escalating into a rushed pounding.

Door slowly opened cautiously awaiting what could lurk beyond the shadows of the open air.

"Weem is ALIVE!?"

Meat Visions From the Stars!

Late at night feeling the calls of my quest burrito I awoke from meat visions from beyond the stars!

The words HUNGER stings my mind to this day! Could it be a message of spiritual salvation from a strange and alien god hell bent on the corruptions of my innards OR an attempt of possession by a cosmic and sinister force once again hell bent on the corruption of my innards?

Staggering...

Clutching...

In a sweaty near tantric motion I move to where I hear Weems dictating his memoires into a small radio shack Dictaphone or chanting the sacred rites of some bizarre ritual to Urkku?

Urkku? Where have I heard that before?

"Mugggath! Ur-Buloch, Arrrgghh Nofomathu!"

What madness have you caused us Weems! Are you mad with resurrection sickness?

With that Weem's calmed and recovered his monotone monolog. Tomorrow I must inform Bixby of this strange behavior and research this Urkku Weems speaks of.

Now I must exorcise this quest burrito before I too fall under this Urkku's spell.

30 gigs of Ram and a coffee filter!

It took a great deal of time but Nathan and I managed to rescue Dr. Weems from the Astral plane.

Nathan is exhausted and I have ordered him to his quarters for some well deserved rest. Weems is not only once again among friends and safe but dispatches a mean cup of Joe!

Tomorrow I will start to design a device that should get the spirit of Weems into the host body we collected earlier today.

Dr. Weems speaks from beyond the grave!

So this morning during breakfast Nathan and I got a strange message from Weem's via my breakfast cereal. It seems that Dr. Weems is indeed alive and well and being held captive in Peru by a band of shady software pirates.

Immediately Nathan and I made arrangements to head back to South America.

We must hurry if we are to rescue our compatriot!

Dr. Weems update!

It appears that the remains of our beloved Dr. Weems have fallen into the hands of an Aboriginal Hill Tribe known as the Asmat.

According to missionaries operating in the area his urn washed ashore and with the local customs his "Husk" was regenerated and converted into a Bong of Biblical proportions.

We most likely will never see Poor Dr. Weems again.

Goodbye to an old friend

With the help of three local Shamans we were able to lay Dr. Weems to rest today and have his ashes placed into what one might call fitting. As instructed we are going to send his remains to a contact in Calcutta where he is to be set adrift in the Ganges river AND if according to plan rise from the dead making this what we believe to be the 4th time.

I have scheduled a meeting for Monday morning with my Think Tank group (Jotka pyydän idiootteja) a high end and expensive super group from North Sweden.

We plan to go over my next move in my pursuit of the mastery of Super Science and sorcery!