I'm so full of regrets and second thoughts. You have no idea how many times I've revised or scrapped this post and started over. A "what the hell attitude" does not come easily to

My Grouper-shaped aeroplane has a name, and his name is Henry. He likes to make 1930s Flash-Gordonesque buzzing sounds as he transits the sky, but a sense of decorum dissuades him

the fate of Cookie Monster and the best way to do something I can't mention because of the Magician's Code, but several competing spy agencies had contacted me, and Dave shouldn't

Tonight, not only will we move the clocks ahead, we will move humanity ahead as well. Tinfoil will only scramble the treatment. Noncompliance will result in derangement and death.

Ingvar and his bandmates strode into the Boar and Cleaver and sidled up to the bar in their black leather and silver runes. "That area is reserved for civilized people," said Mick

... The Turtle of the Baskervilles roused itself from this bleak rumination. It was August of 1832. Moments ago it was sunning itself contentedly in the solarium, but its mood had

bass category!' Wait, I don't want to live in fear of being demoted from god-like folder level to mere genius just for succumbing to a fart joke. On 2nd thought FOLDINGSTORY levels

used her masterkey to get in his room when he wouldn’t come out from the card table fort. “What does that mean Mr Fort? The eye is a wire, night a lie, nose abroad, & Earth a pie.”

hire a connection with something real. It would use up all the money she was saving to squander later but she just had to know something real. The disappointment was real. That was

I hate it when a random song’s barely heard chorus pulls me back down into my seventh hell. I really mean it. I hate it. I hate it as much as I love my mustard. No mustard in hell.

We had stumbled upon a cargo cult civilization built around the 21st Century faux reality show Survivor. The glowing glowworms, the official government of the planet, was Hrenngn.

Somewhere, I am sure, there is live coverage of one of the Cardassians getting her chocolate cherry popped. I’m not interested though because I’ve got FoldingStory. Which is worse?

Ted looked out onto the patio only to see his wife and mistress in bikinis. When that wasn’t what he saw, he returned to the paper and didn’t see his killers lounging by the pool.

Lady McVarena had arranged for some minstrels to entertain us while the battle raged below on the plains of Bannockburn. Young Eve pointed out a Templar among the southern host.

I'm nothing but a burning wolf in amber, Milady, yet hope the scent of this my singèd fur doth please thy majestic nostrils.

But the Bishop had been to Vegas so he was on to my Rook's ruse. Besides, he was partial to the fumes of Nostradamus. His Queen in her deadly radiance abided, as a cat lobster adv

Saturday I was a Charbuch's Deli before they opened and I still wasn't the first one there. Abe Forman was already there, sitting in a portable chair instead of their cafe chairs.

These Coco Puffs are probably going to kill me. Might as well be them. I would have preferred going out in the arms of the love of my life. She will never step outside this prison.

That's like asking me to live a life I've never lived again. I welcome another shot at existing but does it have to be a rerun? Same thing with my arguing a case I've no skin in.

Remind me when I die to remember the message for my next life. I do it every time & I also forget every time. I know that I am all over the place when it comes to being something.