January 12, 1989 - Stantz begins his journal, looks back at the past few weeks circa Ghostbusters II.

It's been a while since I've been able to write in the journal. I regret not writing more often, but it's just been so damn busy. I'd swear that as soon as we trap the spooks, they instantly are leaving the containment unit. Spengler and I have been devoting all time not spent on calls to working on the new containment system. As I mentioned earlier, we're working on compressing the grid in order to accomidate for more space in the containment unit. All attempts have been unsuccessful. Our first test subject, a class three phantasm was compressed successfully, then was neutranized and was able to escape from the containment beams. We ended up having to chase the ghost throughout the firehouse, trying to trap him again with a slightly modified trap to comphensate for the neutral state of the ghost.

Meanwhile, Venkie and Z paid visit to the Mayor, who asked their presence at a dinner to help promote his governor campaign in which Lenny would be using us as his key to winning the public's hearts- he figures that if he associates as much as he can with the Ghostbusters then he's guaranteed the governor chair. We'll see.

Did I mention that little Oscar took his first step today? Dana and Venkman were at the dinner, luckily Louis and Janine were able to get it on tape. He's a quick learner, it's obvious that Venkman's not his biological father.

I need to be going, I really need to make more time for journal entries, but Louis won't leave me alone- April 15th is almost near and he wants receipts from the Manhattan Museum bust. I hate to tell him, but I think Slimer got a hold of them. More to come next entry.

Unkown data entry - Dr. Raymond Stantz

What does one do when you're the hero, the savior, in the limelight as the one who saved New York City from being sucked into the tenth level of hell? You put in a thirteen hour day, only to come back to a mess of reporters at the door. I must admit, I'm very thankful that Venkman is around to take care of public relations, if I had to deal with the media every single day, I think I would assume move to Iowa. The media has asked everthing from the current status of New York (should we expect to see a hundred foot marshmellow man or the Statue of Liberty clogging morning traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge any time soon?). It gets tiresome, there are often times when I wish that something major would happen. Heading out for housecalls to take care of petty class twos or class threes, it doesn't prove to be a challenge. When we started the business, it was fun, Venkie, Spengs, Z, and I taking care of business, having a little fun. But the honeymoon is over, and all four of us grow tired of the daily mucking and grinding.

In financial news, the City of New York sent us a hefty paycheck for the job we did for the city. It seems that they deducted three grand for the little ceremony held on Liberty Island in appreciation for us last week. That damn banner can't possibly have cost them $600. There's no way. Anyhow, the bread that came in from the city should help fund Spengler and my new project. We're going to attempt to shrink the containment grid, compression for the tank, to consolidate space preciously needed. We've been so busy lately, I fear that one wrong move and we could have another dickless, excuse me, Peck on our hands.

Venkman and Dana have moved in together, opting to buy a new apartment instead of moving into Venkman's, shall I say, quaint pad. I offered the two a room in the Firehouse, Dana politely declined. She's an incredible woman, Venkman is fortunate to have her in his life, I'm fortunate to call her a friend. But still, I yern for a love of my own. Sure, work keeps me busy, but- well, I think I'm lovesick. I sound like a yuppy I'm sure, but someone to provide for me, someone to stand by my side through thick and thin, someone who loves Chicago-style pizza and isn't afaid to watch the Jets on a Sunday afternoon with the guys. Not to say that she's not going to be drop-dead gorgous- hell, I'm a man. Why should Venkie get all the women?

It's a shame that I didn't think to start a journal earlier, looking back, I've had one wild ride of a life. Sure, lately it's been a rollercoaster of ups and downs, getting kicked out of the University led to starting the franchise. Then the city shut us down which eventually led to the gang regrouping and teaming up for good this time. My life has been incredible. If only I could have documented all our discoveries sooner (not in the sense that Spengs has been doing for the past five years, I swear, he's another Theodore Van Tobin in the making) it would make one helluva movie.