The coffee pot brews at odd frequencies, sometimes it's Beethoven, other times, distant thunder. I let it sing while I type this.
Socks are mysteriously disappearing, not into the void, but into some parallel dimension of mismatched linen. Ever wonder where they go?
Today’s endeavor: bake the elusive "Strangebug Pie". Ingredients are flexible, like reality itself. Think outside the box (or inside, it depends).
Remember that time we tried to decode the fridge's humming? It spoke an ancient dialect of vibrations, far more complex than we anticipated.
I keep receiving messages from an unknown number, but they’re just random hex codes. 0x7B45… it could be an alien language, or just an adventurous data glitch.