Transexual, Transylvania wasn't usually on my route but with the hodge podge that crossing frontiers were during this time of pandemic, I had to go where my services were needed.

The motorcycle riding meatloaf was shouting "hot patootie bless my soul" at me. I couldn't see if Rocky's Pelops Act had borne fruit yet. Little Nellie descended from her swan's

"I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance … " I suddenly noticed a woman pointing me out to a couple of cops who'd entered the park. The Christmas lights on their patrol car

From The Rocky Horror Picture Show I made my way on over to Fiddler on the Roof. Tradition? Not that I am aware of. I hope I'm not heading towards How To Succeed In Business. Pitch

I was leaving Fiddler but I had to test whether 'Sunrise, Sunset' would have me bawling. They said I was emotionally constricted; I couldn't cry. I'm proving them wrong now. Nope.

By the way, it didn't make me cry. I might have over sold it to myself. And I'd buy it. I know how to hit all my buttons. Doesn't make it any fairer but it does highlight her downy

Well, little Ron Howard singing about the Wells Fargo Wagon coming down the street got me. That little boy grew up to direct Apollo 13. His brother was in the Land of the Lost. Dal

By the time the 3rd generation augmentations came around, they had figured out that they needed to counteract the constant pain with stronger and stronger psychotropic medications.

Let me see if I got this right. Ghosts are stuck in the timeline they died in. The fact that they are still alive in other timelines does not effect them in any way. It might lead

The moment intensified. The next moment didn't make that mistake. Not that it was forearmed from being forewarned. But it just didn't make mistakes. You only moment once #YOMO

And not that one especially. It happened anyway. Raw feelings spilled out in all directions. Most were quickly mollified by non-locality or quantum entanglement. A few saw it as an

The worse moments of your life are the moments you have to endure waiting for your computer to boot up. At least you don't have to wait an eternity or two with a Windoze machine.

All of that time, all the waiting: I never forgot. Until this moment.

I know we've been through this part before. But the nature of the beast makes me doubt we've shared an astral plane before whenever this is. The forgetting is all we can remember.

Something dear that we've lost. We just don't know what. Dear enough to know that it is dear to us. Just not how much or why. Something that is no longer with us. What is missing?

Alan awoke to find Fall had fallen overnight. Suddenly the avenue was festooned with the reds and oranges of Autumn. He took his breakfast outside on the porch nook. The crisp air

These are the early days of AI in our lives. Already AI can do so much. One mustn't forget that SkyNet didn't emerge whole from the head of some god. SkyNet was grown from the root

Innovation doesn't come from those of us who saw how it used to work before it started working this much better. It came from those who didn't think what worked now really worked.

I surmised as much from the fact that the last thing I remember was asking myself if it might be behind me. Then waking up, hanging upside down in a cocoon, aware but immobilized.

It is with trepidation that I enter, soon enough, my sixth decade. For I have come to the realization that at no point in my life could point to me and say I had the wherewithal.