The deadmen warned us of the undead. Did we listen? Instead they were given The Rent of Tears and relocated to the reformation asteroids, aka the Gulag Penal Colonies. One history

One of the more onerous duties of her position as Professor Emeritus in Residence without Portfolio, was to be a judge on the Defend Your Thesis Show. Loomis did it for the kids.

The way the Defend Your Thesis works is that all degree seekers submit their degree thesis to the show. Winnowed down to 16 degree candidates vying for summa cum laude & $10,000.

Prechisme hated her name. Balloons. Prechisme Balloons. It was worse. She had a middle name. Levante. Prechisme Levante Balloons. Her initials were shit. PLB. Her brother Ted said

She wasn't going to stick for that someone or that some day. She was going to push and/or pull where & when she had to; compromise even less than she had to. The howling winds out

The Katy Springs Anti-Social Club was bustling on this Saturday night. It always was on a Saturday night. It didn't matter what day it was, it was Saturday Night at Miss Meaty's.

The 3rd Food Court War, aka the War of the Huts, was fought over which Hut would have to leave the Food Court to make room for a vegan eatery: Haggis Hut or Mustard Hut. Snooty or

I remember being at the meeting and suggesting The Mustard Patch. They went with The Mustard Hut. I also suggested The Mustard Shed. The Mustard Seed was roared out of the room.

Detective Manatee was waiting to see the Police Commissioner. The Mayor had burst through into the Commissioner's just before he was scheduled. Manatee took a puff on his Pax 4THC.

Mrs. Crown you've made a lovely slaughter. Garroting the maitre de shows a talent that's rare. But its sad the bus boy got away,

I didn't find the rabbit hole. The rabbit hole found me. Tracked me down like prey. I had seen a few rabbit holes but never anything like this one. This one had a waiting room full

Is it enough to merely feel good? Is that what happiness is? Can happiness be not feeling bad? Is happiness, like cake, a lie? Who ordered all the happiness that there's none left?

I'd settle for mother's contentment. I might not have made the world any better but I didn't make it any worse, relatively speaking. I feel sorry for not paying on Tueday for the

"Did you hear a squeak?" "For the 3 billionth time, I didn't hear a squeak. Not all squeaks are going to be the one you didn't want to hear." With that she rolled over. Taking most

It had to happen again or I didn't repeat history again. I used to want change my history. Turned out that changing mine changed everybody's history. Exactly like the pond model.

When the AI stopped listening to you, you were through. You were not human anymore. Not-humans didn't deserve an identity or further consideration beyond the columns on a ledger.

As usual. Somebody was repeating history again. Of course! It is June 2, 2020. Must be all the Time Tourists wanting to be here today to witness the witless unleash the meanness.

An Accidental Prophet wasn't my first choice for the title of my memoirs. Of course, an early prophecy sort of wrote me into a corner. It is hard to change your own prophecies. It

You can change yourself out of a job. You might get a conscience for example. "Sorry Mitch, we don't have room on the force for a cop with a conscience." You could've been the one.

There was something in the Dutchman's ramblings that caught Detective Manatiee's attention. French Onion Soup. This needed further investigation. Manatee knew the right sea monkeys