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Welcome dear readers--to my blog.

My words are no longer just reaching the audience of Night Vale. You can come here to my little hamlet of tumblr to experience your favorite radio host after hours.

If this thought does not excite you... well maybe the promise of some of my favorite cat videos will. Or maybe you are the type who enjoys gossip. I believe that you have come to the right place then dear reader.
.More to come, soon.



Look at how CUTE.

Although, I think this one might be better off levitating. 


Time for a Date… and hugging!

Good evening dear readers

Boy, do I have something interesting to tell you tonight.

Last night was my date with Carlos~ and it was amazing.

Like he said, he picked me up promptly at 8 pm and we went back to his place to experiment on those clocks he asked me to bring.

Let me tell you… I felt like I was in high school again. Staying up all night for study dates, playing under bed sheet forts, whispering secrets, hiding from the looming figures standing outside your window, and oh it was perfect.

The night couldn’t have gone any better readers but… something odd did happen. After our dinner break, I brought fondue, Carlos walked right up to me and hugged me.

Shocked, I was shocked readers. My heart leapt into my throat and I feared that it may jump out of my mouth and expose me for the fool that I am.

I did not speak of the hug after it happened because I took it as thank you for the wonderful meal I had provided.

But a few movements later, after getting back to his make shift lab, Carlos hugged me for a second time.

Now, at this point I’m wondering to myself, “Cecil, the food wasn’t that good, so what is happening here?”

Then he proceeded to hug me 8 more times that night—8 more times.

I noticed though, that after every hug Carlos would walk away and quickly check some little box in his coat and then write something down. I never asked him what that black box was. I didn’t want to seem rude.

And well… The black box wasn’t the odd bit about the evening. It seemed with every hug, Carlos became desperate for more. The intensity of a simple hug just seemed to escalate over the night. Eventually, his hugs almost felt as if he was trying to shove himself into me—merge into my very being.

So readers, before the night was over, I initiated the final hug. I went right up to him, wrapped my arms around him and squeezed as tight as I could.

“Maybe Carlos is just too shy to say what he really wants,” I thought.

“Maybe all he wants is for me to hug him back,” I thought again.

After I hugged him though, he seemed… mortified. Like I had caught on to his secret cravings for my attention and I have merely been playing with him this whole night.

The car ride back was rather silent, even with my polite banter; Carlos would answer in only the most minimal of ways.

Readers, I am hoping that I have not crossed a line with Carlos. I had a wonderful time and it would just be devastating to find out that Carlos was annoyed with my forward actions.


Dear Readers, 

An intern has just sent me a picture of this strange orb that has appeared outside of the Dog Park

There is no word from the sheriffs secret police yet as to the danger level of this orb. 

Earlier old woman Josie called to say that the angels that frequent her home have vanished without a word. 

Could this orb be connected to the angels disappearance or is this perhaps yet another semi-harmless marketing tactic from Best Buy?


 Anonymous asked:
I love love love your radio show!! it just makes me so happy to hear all about you and carlos and I just wish the best for you with him!!

Thank you for your kind words my dear faceless reader. 

I’m glad that you are enjoying the personal ramblings I post on this tumblr and it relieves me to see that even without the charms of my entrancing tone, you can still find pleasure in my words.

And it is with many thanks to all the faceless beings this week who have been so wonderful in giving me the courage and support to delve deeper into the scientific community. 


Cecil would you like to come over

completelyobliviouscarlos:

completelyobviouscecil:

completelyobliviouscarlos:

and work on some of my experiments together?

You know so much about Night Vale.. 

would you mind?

Are you free tomorrow night?

Of course I’m free tomorrow night Carlos~ I would love to come over to see you~

Thank you Cecil.. sorry for the short notice..

Think nothing of it Carlos~ I am always happy to help you in your scientific endeavors.

But in case we get hungry, I was thinking of bringing fondue.  


 Anonymous asked:
Hey Cecil, do you and Carlos... fondue?

Regrettably, no I have never shared a nice warm pot of fondue with Carlos. 

Which is rather a shame since it makes for a fun dinning experience.

Not to mention a chocolate fondue with strawberries would be just a wonderful idea for… special nights~


Cecil would you like to come over

completelyobliviouscarlos:

completelyobviouscecil:

completelyobliviouscarlos:

and work on some of my experiments together?

You know so much about Night Vale.. 

would you mind?

Are you free tomorrow night?

Of course I’m free tomorrow night Carlos~ I would love to come over to see you~

Excellent..

I’ll pick you up at 8pm… err.. when the sun is setting.

And please bring some clocks with you. As many as you can..

I will ask around for some clocks to bring as well as my own.

I’ll be waiting Carlos~


Cecil would you like to come over

completelyobliviouscarlos:

and work on some of my experiments together?

You know so much about Night Vale.. 

would you mind?

Are you free tomorrow night?

Of course I’m free tomorrow night Carlos~ I would love to come over to see you~


Another day has ended in Night Vale

But today was a special day… my date with Carlos~

He didn’t get me flowers but he showed me his photography (they were pictures of flowers). 

Just when I think he can’t be anymore amazing—he proves me wrong!


Hello Dear Readers

A proper picture for a proper introduction

(Art by: kyttiecat)