{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"The Viktor Wilt Show","title":"#0410 - My Cat Entered A Haunted Blanket And Came Out Possessed - 08/17/2026","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":3068,"description":"Monday has arrived once again, apparently against everyone’s wishes, and Victor Wilt begins the show with the unmistakable energy of a man who has survived an entire weekend but has absolutely no idea what he did with it. The weekend was supposedly fun, but Friday has apparently been erased from the historical record, while Saturday becomes increasingly difficult to explain to future archaeologists. Victor spent part of the weekend hanging out at Alibi while Becca worked, helping prepare for a black-light party, decorating the place with neon streamers and discovering that his tattoos become approximately 700% more suspicious under black light. Then, in what can only be described as a catastrophic lapse in adult supervision, Becca and the kids decided Victor needed a full face of makeup. Victor agreed. This was his first mistake. By the time the children were finished, he looked less like a normal human being and more like Arthur Morgan after spending three consecutive days fighting ghosts in a truck stop bathroom. Rather than simply going home and removing the evidence, Victor went to WinCo looking like an absolute lunatic and began greeting strangers with Arthur Morgan's signature “Howdy” routine from Red Dead Redemption 2. He wandered through the grocery store attempting to increase his honor level while random shoppers laughed, stared, or quietly reconsidered every decision that had brought them into that particular aisle. One child apparently looked at him as though they had just witnessed the physical manifestation of a nightmare. \nThe real horror began the next morning when Victor discovered that makeup apparently possesses the durability of industrial concrete. He assumed ordinary soap and aggressive eye scrubbing would solve the problem, because apparently nobody had informed him that eyeliner is a tiny black demon that must be exorcised with oil-based makeup remover. He emerged from the shower looking like he had spent the night crying mascara directly...","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/b_rSbP-Fodsz9DfcFuAQ1C3nEabANC9ZvFydFbQVLrU/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS9jMzI0/ZWMyZTgzNGU5NzQ1/OGI2MjQxNWY2MzE3/YWI4Yy5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}