Lois Lane

Alright.  I've tried backtracking on the network in order to put info together, but between updates from residents every five seconds to remind us that, hey, guess what, there's still snow in the wintertime (thanks for the newsflash, guys), and these psycho curses every other day, it's pretty difficult to pluck out the bullet points.  Honestly, people, with this amount of comm chatter, I don't know how anybody would get help in a real emergency.

Anyways, maybe some of you around here can be more effective Google searches than holding down my scroll button for eternity.  

Besides the obvious trapped in Dimension X scenario, what have people actually figured out about this place in all the time they've been stuck here?  Who's racking up the most frequent flier miles in terms of how long they've been here?  What do we know about these so-called deities causing the shots?  

I mean, come on, not everybody around here can actually be content to sit and ride out wave after wave of voodoo magic, while pretending they're living normal happy lives in Toon Town in between.

Ok, this place has officially pushed itself from Twilight Zone territory into the Outer Limits.   I've been here two days, and yesterday, I kept getting inexplicably caught running in place on corners if I didn't give them a wide enough berth.   Strangers kept making entirely random comments out loud about the status of things in the city or their personal lives when I got within five feet of them or made eye contact.  Rats kept attacking me, and I swear to God, some of them were wearing sunglasses.  I'm not sure what's more bizarre: that or the fact that I actually defied the laws of physics and punched them to death.  Punched.  The tiny rats.

Maybe it was the part where they exploded in a shower of coins afterwards.  And the musical fanfare.  I'm getting a headache from that same damn trumpet noise every five seconds.

[Advil.  She needs some Advil.]  All I know is that somebody out there has to have a better explanation for what I'm doing here and how I'm getting home than that Damon guy did: because 'no clue and we're not'?  Sorry Regis, but that's not my final answer.