Our tour caravan rolled across the plains of Wyoming and found refuge in Rock Springs just over a week (Sept. 9) ago. The rolling red rocks and jet blue skies painted a beautiful backdrop for our days of filming, and we hit the hills right away. We trekked for days in pursuit of one thing: the Wyoming Werewolf.

Sometimes, when out touring with Venusians, there are these rips in the time space continuum that we have to deal with. Another one happened just outside of Milwaukee the other day (Sept. 2), and the tear was big enough for the good ship Endura to slip into.

We have been on the hunt for old Nessie for 12 years, and every time we get close we come up empty, but we've had some really close calls. Our last encounter with the beast was at the Cave of the Winds where she slipped our grasp just barely out a large underwater cave that our submarine couldn't fit into, which led to us making a mad dash down through the Everglades.

"You motherf***er!!!"

We could not believe that Riverboat Gamblers hit us back so hard. The tar-and-feather was so heavy and brutal that retaliation began the very next day (Aug. 19) on the good ship Endura.