Blog Love Omega Glee: Some Years Election Day Is Scarier Than Halloween (31 October 2012)

"Are you OK?" Masani, dragging across the floor the vacuum cleaner hoses she's using as pack of her Dick costume, asks Francine.

Francine sitting on the couch wearing her "The Dick Stops Here" Kitty O'Couscous t-shirt and not much else, says, "Yeah, I'm sorry. The kid in the Wolfman mask freaked me out. I flashbacked to the shooting. That was one of the masks the gunpeople wore. I think it was the woman's mask."

Francine laughs, "I probably shouldn't be answering the door dressed as Kitty O'Couscous anyway when there are kids involved. Your costume looks great though."

"Thanks," Masani says, flapping one of her noodly appendages, "It's too bad Dick had to go and change bodies on me though."

"Well, I much prefer you to him whatever body he wears. Your housemates dressing as the presidential candidates idea was great."

"Well, except for poor Donald. Aside from the combover wig we ducttaped on him, he just looks like some guy wearing a suit. At least he has Polipo's New Yawk accent down. Anyway, he took care of the kids. He probably forced them to take comic books over candy."

Donald clears his throat as he approaches, "For your information, my distinguished opponent, three of the four children chose comic books over candy. And they say that there is no hope for the future."

Masani wraps one of her vacuum cleaner hoses around Donald for a hug, but it just whacks him in the back, "Oops, sorry, honey!"

"That is OK, dear. Maybe you should turn it on. I might have some lint back there."

"Ha!" Masani says, kisses Donald, then turns to Francine, "When's Jake coming over?"

"Later. He has to help his parents handle trick or treating over there."

"What is he going to be dressed as?" Donald asks.

"Guess," Francine says.

"A wrestler," Masani says.

"Good guess. Now guess which one."

Donald straightens his wolf tie, and says, "The Waffle Warrior."

"Ding, ding, ding! You win a prize, Donald," Francine says, picking up the bowl of candy and holding it out to Donald.

Donald takes a miniature Big Turk, and says, "Thank you."

The doorbell rings.

"Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Piethrowing Mass Shooter (30 October 2012)

Bruce Goose reads the newspaper and rattles it loudly whenever he turns the page. He is far louder than the volume of the television that he and Jake are supposed to watch as they sit in a dusty corner office of the Board of Elections. On the television plays a video which instructs one in how to be a pollworker. Based on the hairstyles of the people who appear in the instructional video, it appears to have been filmed in the 1970s. Bruce points at an article in the paper, "Hey! Hey, Hank! Check this shit out!"

Jake turns from watching the video, which is going over how to teach voters how to use a pin to punch out paper chads, and says, "Bruce, we're supposed to be watching this."

"Ah, it's bullshit, Hank. They'll show us everything when we're there at the polls. They just do this because of some stupid regulation that says we need a certain amount of training time. So our supervisor gets to mark the box beside 'Watched Training Video' and we pretend to watch it, but you don't have to actually watch it. No one gives a shit, Hank. This is America. Besides, you wouldn't even be here right now if I hadn't tipped you off that the Board of Elections needed more pollworkers. You should be glad I remembered that I had your phone number. I figured you'd be fun to work with again. I think I was in this film actually. I play, the, uh, the guy who messes up his ballot or something. It's totally out of date. They have a brand new voting system now. Anyway, check this out, this chick shot up her workplace and it's on page 7. That's how often it happens anymore, somebody going nuts and going rat-a-tat-tat on their coworkers. It isn't even news anymore really. It makes me glad I don't have a regular job. I'm never anywhere long enough for somebody to want to shoot me. I get pretty bored with these mass shooters too. I wish they'd do something different just once, like get a shitload of pies, you know, apple, cherry, pumpkin, maybe banana cream. Do you like banana cream, Hank?"

Still trying to watch the video, Jake just nods.

"Me too. So anyway, I'd like one of this shoot-'em-up types to get a bunch of pies and just pie everyone in the face at the workplace. That's much more fun than shooting them. I mean it'd be messy and I wouldn't want a pie in the face out of nowhere, but it's better than a bullet, you know. You ever been shot, Jake?"

Giving up on the video, Jake looks at Bruce, who scratches his mustache, and says no.

"You're lucky. I was shot in the ass once when I was a kid. It was just a BB, but it stung. I'd much prefer a pie."

"Getting hit with a pie in the ass?"

"Yeah, I guess. Anywhere though. What's your favorite kind of pie, Hank?"

Before Jake can answer, Bruce continues, "Hey, how come you told that lady out there that your name was Jake? I thought your name was Hank."

"Uh," Jake says, thinks, and then says, "Blueberry."

"Blueberry? Your name's Blueberry now? You're one fucked up kid, Hank, but I like you. Hey, Hank, pull my finger."

Jake realizes that it is clearly going to be a long day at the Board of Elections.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Boustrophedon Blues (29 October 2012)

"Well, the baby factory across the street looks pregnant again, Francine."

".inasaM ,nmutua fo ngis a s'taht ,gnillaf sevael ekiL"

"More of our tax dollars at work, huh?"

".drow thgir eht t'nsi ylbaborp 'krow' ,lleW"

"'Guess what, honey? I'm pregnant again!'"

".tnangerp t'nsi ehs nehw desirprus m'I"

"Do you think you'll ever have a kid?'

".lortnoc htrib ekat I yhw s'taht ,oN"

"You don't want one ever?"

"?uoy oD ?yhW"

"Sometimes I think about it. I haven't hit menopause yet, so it's not too late."

".tpoda syawla dluoc uoY .etal oot reven s'tI"

"That's true, but I wouldn't get to use the pregnant women parking spaces."

".wonk dluow eno oN .shtnom enin rof trihs ruoy pu wollip a ffutS"

"I think I'd rather really be pregnant than do that."

"?thgir, VTCC rednu llits era teerts eht ssorca elpoep esoht ,yaS"

"Yes, I think they're still under surveillance. At least they still keep quiet now."

"?aremac eht fo tnorf ni xes evah yeht kniht uoy oD"

"Well, unless they stopped having sex, I suppose they have to."

"!dyaerla tnediserp si suocsuoC'O ekil s'tI !nrop tnemnrevoG"

"Are you still really going to vote for her?"

"!peY"

"You are a mess, girl! I'll tell you what though."

"?tahW"

"I'm starting to agree with you about sterilizing people on welfare."

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Blog Love Omega Glee: I Think I Have A Coupon For That, Too (28 October 2012)

Snapping his snipping scissors in the air, Jake's dad clips coupons from the Sunday newspaper. He may never need nose hair tonic, but if he ever does, he now will get 50 cents off it! He loves coupons, and considers them free money, albeit a currency restricted to one product or so.

Jake comes into the dining room and sees the paper spread out on the dining room table in front of Dad, "Anything good this week?"

Dad holds up a coupon, "Three dollars off dog food!"

Jake stops and stares, "Um, we don't have a dog."

"Well, if we get one before November 30th, then we'll save some money on food, won't we?"

"Are there any cat food coupons?"

"You're moving out. Why would I cut out cat coupons?"

Jake sighs, "This again. I don't know when I'm moving out, Dad, and I don't know if I can take the cats."

"So you're just going to leave them here?"

"I don't know what to do with them. I'll figure that out later. Donald's allergic, but since he won't be there a lot, he's thinking it might be OK to have the cats in the house. In any case, I was asking initially if there was anything interesting in the news, not the coupons."

"It was all about that CEO who got shot."

"Oh, yeah, that was awful."

"Yes, it's 'yes'."

"Oh, not this again."

"It's no wonder you can't find a real job. You don't even know how to say 'yes' properly."

Changing the subject, Jake says, "You know Francine was there. It happened at the restaurant she works at. She said it was terrifying."

"If you ask me, they ought to do it more often."

"What? Murder people while they're eating dinner?"

"No, keep CEOs in line. They won't be making 400 times what everybody else makes, won't be laying everybody else at the company off, and won't be not caring what anyone thinks, if they worry about some working class assassins doing them in."

"That's ridiculous, Dad. Francine was there. She could have been killed."

"Plenty of fish in the sea, my boy. Speaking of which, here's 75 cents off fish nuggets."

"Aarrgh! I'm out of here!" Jake yells and storms out.

It's quiet in the house after Jake slams the door until Dad yells, "Sue, since when doesn't Jake like fish nuggets?"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: The Class War Turns Literal (27 October 2012)

At Yaws, Francine is carrying out two orders of the special of the day (Bull Tongue Bratwurst Salad) when the gunpeople shoot the CEO in the head and he pitches forward into his soup. The restaurant erupts in terror with people screaming and moving, and Francine joins them, dropping her tray, running into the kitchen, and out the backdoor into the alley, where she keeps running and tries dialing 911 on her cell phone. But her fingers are shaking and she can't press the buttons. Finally, she ducks into a shadowy doorway, and, heart pounding like a jackhammer on a particularly troublesome piece of concrete, dials the numbers. Before anyone picks up, she's startled by the sound of a car nearby moving at top speed and drops the phone. She pulls deeper into the doorway and sees a car shoot by, driving down the sidewalk. She waits. People run past. She hears more screaming, then, in the distance, sirens. She picks up her phone. "Hello, is anyone there?" she hears the 911 dispatcher say.

"Yes!" Francine shouts, and relates what little she knows.

The dispatcher tells her to stay where she is, but Francine knows in her gut the shooters are gone. That was probably them in the car that went by on the sidewalk, she thinks. She sticks her head out of the doorway cautiously and scans the scene.

More people running. People screaming. The usual drunks abound, but now they're imitating the people running and screaming. Francine sighs and decides to head back. It would be just like Michael to fire her for not sticking around to get shot. From what she picks up from people blathering about the incident, as she heads back, the gunpeople marched in, dressed in military uniforms and monster masks, brushing past the hostess, went up to Stanley Lovinger, frequent Yaws customer and C.E.O. of Cleaveland Chemicals, who was dining with his wife, spouted off some line about how since he denied people a livelihood, they'd deny him a life, and shot him before he even said anything. The company had just closed down a plant in town and moved manufacturing mostly to China, so perhaps that's what the shooters meant by him denying people a livelihood, Francine realizes. Between this and the CEO at the Healthy Hospital losing some fingers to F.A.T.A.S.S. earlier in the week, it didn't appear to be a good week to run a large organization, Francine thinks. For once, she's thankful to be a peon. "What the hell is going on?" she wonders.

When she gets to Yaws, she finds Manuel climbing out of the dumpster and the kitchen door wide open. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who ran away. She helps Manuel out of the dumpster, and brushes some corn husks off the back of his shirt. He hugs her tightly and doesn't say a word. Together they go inside. The kitchen's empty, but the police are already in the dining room. A few customers remain, if not sobbing, then looking shocked. One elderly white woman has blood, probably not her own, all over her face.

"This is fucked up," Manuel says.

Michael speaks with the police, while some of Francine's coworkers hang about, not knowing what to do. The corpse lies on the floor, blood still pooling. Francine can't believe the amount of blood. How can a person have so much blood inside of him?

After he turns away from the police, Michael sits straight down on the floor and puts his head in his hands. Francine kneels beside him and puts an arm around him, and he collapses against her. She looks up and sees her coworkers all looking at one another. Under the horror, she knows they are thinking the same thing. Everyone is too polite to say it though in front of the new widow.

This can't be good for business.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: We Deliver Everything But Babies (26 October 2012)

Cannibal Number 2 is pouring syrup all over The Waffle Warrior on the television screen when Jake notices the distinctive black and white checked delivery van of the Dashing Delivery Dudes pull in front of the house. Jake doesn't remember ordering anything through mail order, but maybe one of his parents did. He goes to the front door and opens it and finds a middle-aged man with sandy hair wearing the distinctive tuxedo overalls of the Dudes looking at a tablet electronic device. The man looks up, "You Falls?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Get in the van," the man says, presses on his tablet and heads back to the van.

"Huh?"

The man looks back. "Look, kid, do you still want the job or not?"

"You aren't delivering a package?"

The man grunts, "I'm delivering shitloads of packages, kid. I'm delivering you a job though. We deliver everything but babies. If you want the job, get in. Otherwise, I've got about a dozen stops I want to get done before lunch."

"But nobody told me I had the job. I didn't know."

"I'll give you five minutes. But a Dashing Delivery Dude has to always be ready. Somebody somewhere is always waiting on a package, and it's up to us to get it to them. By the way, kid, find a new barber."

"Uh, OK."

"OK, what? Are you going to find a new barber or get in the van?"

"Um, both. Be right back," Jake says and grabs his sneakers from by the door."

"Right answer, kid," the man says, "Wear some boots, preferably steel-toed. You wouldn't want a microwave to fall on your tootsies and give them a boo-boo."

Jake throws the sneakers to the side, grabs his boots, throws on a jacket, says bye to the cats, runs out the door, remembers that he hasn't shut the wrestling DVD off, runs back in the door, shuts off the DVD player and tv, shuts the door, locks it, and runs over to the van, where the man opens up the rear door and shoves him in.

As he's about to shut the door, Jake says, "Wait! Don't I get a uniform?"

"Not yet. Maybe if you survive the initiation. Find me the Smith package for Morrison Ave," the man says as he shuts the door.

It's dim, but Jake looks among the piles upon piles of packages stacked haphazardly in the rear of the van, as the man gets in the front compartment, starts up the engine, and heads down the street.

As Jake bounces among the packages, he understands what it must feel like to be a ping pong ball.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: The Alley Of Asphyxiated Aspirations (25 October 2012)

People are already idiots; love has nothing to do with it, Francine decides, feeling vaguely misanthropic today, as she sits on the porch smoking her last cigarette ever. She's been coughing more lately, and she's tired of getting sinus infections. She also realizes that she stinks.

Literally.

Masani and Donald don't say anything, but she can tell that they mind. Jake probably minds as well. Should she care what they think?

Maybe she shouldn't, but she does. She likes them.

She wonders why she ever started smoking. Well, it gave her something to do. It always looked cool in old Hollywood movies. Then she got addicted.

She smashes the butt down in her Iron Lungs ashtray ("You're going to die anyway; why not do it with a nicotine buzz?" is the motto around it), and takes a deep breath. She looks at the pretty bush in front of the porch as its leaves turn red and die. Everything comes to an end, she thinks, and wonders if she should stop keeping Jake at a distance. So what if he moves in? So what if it doesn't work out and she has to listen one night to him romancing another woman in the next room over?

Her stomach sours at that thought. Maybe it would be better if she kept him at a distance. She wonders why she assumes the worst and always sees ulterior motives in everything. Can't some people be as decent as they appear to be?

She sighs and realizes that she's been down the boulevard of broken dreams before. Hell, she's even turned off it into the alley of asphyxiated aspirations. It might be time for a change in her life, and Jake moving in could be what she needs. It would be nice to have him around more often, and be able to see one another without one of them making the long trip to the other side of the city.

Still, she doesn't want to rush into anything. Look at Donald, she thinks. Why, why, why is he joining the Army? Is he insane? He's in his thirties and he's going to be living in a barracks full of 18-year-olds in basic training. He might be sent off to die in a war he doesn't even believe in. With Francine asked him, he just said, "With great power comes great responsibility," which Francine is pretty sure is a quote from a comic book.

Masani's pretty upset. In fact, Francine even caught her browsing online dating profiles, muttering "If he thinks I'm going to just sit around and wait for him while he goes and plays soldier, then he's even crazier than he's acting."

The whole world seems to be going crazy. Dick is totally a robot apparently. If there's a grand conspiracy guiding world events, it crashed off the track some time ago, from what Francine can tell.

Maybe the world is going to end. That notion seems ridiculous, but so does everyone acting as if it's going to end.

Francine stands up from the lawn chair, and decides to do something bold.

She'll start small, and work her way up.

She's going to grow her hair out.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Zero Point Zero (24 October 2012)

Walking on his way to pick up the latest Screed, Jake sees a car pull into a streetside parking space. The license plate reads, "0.0: I have better things to do then run pointlessly from place to place. I have a car, so I don't waste my time running."

Jake is amazed that all fit on a bumper sticker, but worries another driver would rearend the car trying to read it on the road.

A professional looking couple get out of the car arguing. She yells, "You don't know what it's like."

He says, "Yes, I do."

She says, "No, you don't."

He says, loudly, "Yes, I do."

She says, loudly, "No, you don't."

He says, even more loudly, "Yes, I do."

She says, even more loudly, "No, you don't."

He says, louder, "Yes, I do."

She says, louder, "No, you don't."

He says, loudest, "Yes, I do!"

She says, loudest, "No, you don't."

Jake is tempted to intervene by yelling "Yes, he does," taking the side of the male sex in solidarity, or, being chivalrous, yell "No, he doesn't," but, no doubt wisely, he keeps his mouth shut.

The couple walk around the corner and continue to volley back and forth like they're playing tennis, which incidentally has "love" has part of the score.

It means zero.

Jake follows, trying not to intrude on the spat, but curious as to what the man does or doesn't know what it is like.

The couple lower their voices as they approach a restaurant and duck within, but their dialogue continues.

"Ah, love," Jake thinks, finding the argument somewhat reminiscent of ones he's had with Francine.

He wonders if lovers know how childish they sound.

Hmm . . . he wonders if he and Francine sound like that to other people.

Why does love make people idiots?

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Library Laughs, Mother Mutters (23 October 2012)

Francine's mother calls and the conversation goes like this:

They exchange the usual greetings.

Francine's mother berates her for not calling or visiting more often.

Francine explains that it's this kind of unpleasant encounter that leads her to not call and not visit.

Mother passes the phone to Father, who exchanges brief pleasantries and advises Francine to keep the tires on her car pumped up, then he goes back to watching a situation comedy set in a public library.

Mother tells Francine all about the situation comedy set in the library and says that her favorite character is the elderly librarian who does phone sex on the side to supplement her income and how there was this one scene where someone called up for a reference question about the best time to pick a pumpkin off the vine and the librarian thought it was one of her phone sex customers and much confusion and hilarity ensued.

Mother says that if Francine watched more television, then she'd be happier.

Francine says that she's too busy to watch television, but if Mother enjoyed it, that was fine, all the while thinking that television was a plot to distract the nation from what was really going down, man.

Mother asks if Francine's still seeing that boy.

Francine says that she is and reminds Mother that his name is Jake.

Mother asks when she can expect grandchildren.

Francine sighs and does tell Mother that Jake might move in with her, in hopes of placating Mother.

Instead, this alarms Mother, who tells Francine the old saw about the farmer not buying the cow when he can get the milk for free.

Francine thanks Mother for comparing her to an animal.

Mother tells Francine to lighten up, and mutters some stuff under her breath that Francine can't make out.

To change the subject, Francine asks about Lassiter the cat.

Mother tells her that Lassiter is fine, and, in fact, is purring in her lap at this very moment. He likes to watch the show about the library too. Mother continues on to give Francine a play by play of the current scene on the show, which involves the resident homeless man who hangs out at the library being mistaken for the library director by a sales representative for a publisher of children's books.

Francine listens politely.

Mother bursts out laughing.

Francine waits for Mother to stop laughing.

Mother tells Francine that the show is very funny and she should watch it.

Francine mutters something in response.

Mother asks whom Francine is going to vote for.

Francine says that she doesn't know.

Mother says that she's going to vote for Dick because she likes his new body and asks what Francine thinks of it.

Francine says that it's pretty weird, but she supposes it's a step up from a soft drink vending machine.

Mother asks if Francine's heard that the world is going to end in December.

Francine says that she has.

Mother asks if Francine could maybe adopt some children in November so that Mother can have grandchildren before the world ends in December.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: I Find Revenge Very Therapeutic (22 October 2012)

The movie theater stinks of popcorn, sweat, and adolescence. Jake hunkers down for a long cinema dream, stretching his legs, his sneakers dragging on the sticky floor. "Let me guess," Francine says, sipping on an overpriced cola, "The plot of this movie involves the hero suffering a traumatic experience, maybe losing a loved one as a result of the villains, and he goes out to get revenge."

Jake rubs his chin for a moment, "Yeah, I'd say that's about right. Did you read a review?"

"No," Francine says, smiling, "That's the plot of all male action movies just about. What is it with you guys and revenge?"

"I don't know. I guess we just find revenge very therapeutic. It's nice to see some justice done on the screen since there's so little of it found off the screen. I guess that's why that's usually the plot of all wrestling feuds too. The good guy gets screwed over and sets out to make things right."

"What's just about revenge?" Francine says, watching an elderly couple a few rows down helping one another into their seats.

Jake holds her hand, "An eye for an eye. Fair's fair."

Francine squeezes his hand, "King said that an eye for an eye eventually just left everyone blind."

"Well, it's not supposed to. It's supposed to contain violence. So if someone shoots you in the eye with an arrow, you can only shoot him in the eye with an arrow; you can't chop off his arm too or something."

Francine looks at Jake, "You really think making two people half-blind is a good way to settle things?"

Jake shrugs, "Well, what else should you do? Just let the guy who was a jerk go away like it's no big deal."

"Men," Francine sighs, "I had a friend in high school who was totally into revenge. He was always looking to be slighted just so he could get revenge, just like the heroes of all the bad action-adventure movies he used to watch."

"That's probably taking it a bit too far," Jake says, "Whatever happened to him?"

"He killed himself."

"Oh, another fun evening with Francine," Jake says.

"I think he wanted revenge on himself and he got it."

"That's depressing, dude."

"Yes, it is," Francine says, sticking her legs out, "Sorry. I think I'm just stressed out lately. I don't know why."

"Well, watching some bad people get beat up might be relaxing."

"Thanks, dear," Francine says and pats Jake's arm.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Through Machines, We Can Live Forever (21 October 2012)

Deep beneath the White House, there's a bunker. It's kept well-stocked with food, water, ammunition, and sex toys. In a room lit by LED lights that make everything under it look vaguely like it's in a bad action adventure movie, Dick, Chess the dog, Louis Carson Fir, Senator Poorpeople, some Secret Service agents, and a few scientists and staffers stand next to a machine that resembles a tank standing upright. Dick clears what's left of his throat, and says, "I'd like to thank you all for being here as I switch bodies. This is a big, big moment not only for myself, but also for the human race. The crack technicians at ZZZZZZ, Inc. and our own military and NASA scientists whom we haven't privitized yet assure me that all systems are go. If they're right, folks, then we can now all live forever . . ."

Fir, fidgeting and hoping Dick won't go off on a long rant about how badly the campaign is going, thinks, "Who the fuck wants to live forever? I barely want to live now."

". . . so you've all been there for me these past few years, which have been challenging to say the least. As you know, recently my wife left me, saying that she was sorry but she couldn't love a man with a soft drink vending machine for a body, and the rest of my family who haven't met unfortunate and mysterious demises haven't spoken to me in years, so you folks are pretty much it for loved ones. I don't know how this election is going to go. Frankly, I think we're doomed. My last hope was the HAARP voice to skull experiment, and we all know how that went, especially those of us who ended up back in 1949. In fact, let's have a moment of silence now for those of us who aren't with us any longer."

The room is quiet except for a loud buzz coming from Dick's future body.

"All right, fuck it, enough maudlin shit, let's get this show on the road. If this doesn't win us the election, we'll just kill all my opponents!" Dick says, slapping his tentacles together with a limp whap!

The scientists, a young female and an old male, start to connect wires between Dick's old body and his new body. A can of Poke shoots out of Dick and hits Fir in the gut. "Sorry, Fir," Dick says, "You can keep that one, no charge."

Fir follows the can as it rolls beneath a table and finds it is wedged between a power strip and a corner of the table. He bends down, but can't reach it. He unplugs the power strip to make room for his hand to reach, retrieves the can, and plugs the strip back in. Dusting off the can, he stands up and realizes that everyone else is staring at Dick with a horrified expression. "Really, they should be used to the smell of rotting meat by now," Fir thinks, "Through machines, we can live forever. What horseshit! I'm rather quaint. I'd rather do that through having a soul."

The male scientist knocks on Fir's new body, "Sir? Sir, are you in there?"

There is no response, so the male scientist asks the female scientist if the consciousness transfer box is still plugged in.

"Where's it plugged in at?" she says.

"Behind that desk over there," he says, pointing near Fir.

"Oh, shit," Fir whispers to himself, "I think I just unplugged the president."

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Blog Love Omega Glee: The Healthy Hospital Loses Some Dead Weight (20 October 2012)

Jake has been pressed into service by his father, which basically means he works while his father watches and complains about how he's doing the work. Right now, he complains about how Jake rakes leaves in the backyard. "Ach, stand in the middle of a bunch of leaves and rake them towards you," Dad says, taking the rake away from Jake, "Like this."

Eventually, Dad stands in the middle of a pile of leaves. He steps out, kicking up some leaves, which he rakes back into place when he's out of the circle. He hands Jake back the rake and says, "I thought we'd have more this week. This won't take us long."

"Me."

"What?"

"Me long. I'm the one who's raking," Jake says, starting to rake a bunch of leaves towards him.

"Well, we only have one rake," Dad says, "I'll get a bag and then we'll dump them on the compost pile and cut them up."

While Dad toddles off, Jake thinks about the crazy story Francine told him about a missing day. He would have laughed at her, but she gets upset when he doesn't take her ideas seriously, so he just nodded and wondered if he was dating a crazy woman.

"Hmm . . . maybe someone does have to be crazy to date me," he thinks, and then quickly rakes that thought into the leaf pile of his mind.

He wishes Francine would warm to the idea of him moving in with her, Donald, and Masani, so he could escape Dad's chain gang work detail being sprung upon him when he'd much rather spend the day relaxing. He supposes that he could move in without Francine's approval, but it would be pretty odd to live with someone who wasn't sure she wanted him around. Jake rakes that thought away too and gets into the Zen of raking and soon has a giant pile of leaves before Dad arrives back to complain that he should have made several smaller piles, which would have taken him less time.

"Well, you weren't back with the bags, so it doesn't matter. What took you so long?"

"Ach, I got caught up watching a special bulletin on the news. Those fat terrorists kidnapped the CEO of The Healthy Hospital."

"F.A.T.A.S.S.?" Jake asks, thinking of former pro wrestler Maximilian Mounds.

"Yes, they were protesting the fact that he wouldn't hire anyone with a body mass index higher than 25 and he had started firing current employees he considered overweight. They lopped off part of his pinky finger and mailed it to the police and said more of his body parts would follow unless the fired employees were brought back and the hiring policy was dropped. They also said that they should put soft drinks back in the vending machines at The Healthy Hospital and add a Fish Taco King to the food court there. They also said that the anti-trans fat policy was sizist."

"They chopped off his finger?" Jake says, thinking that suddenly F.A.T.A.S.S. isn't so amusing.

"Yes, they said he could stand to lose a little weight himself, and said they wanted to help him out the way he helped all his employees."

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Blog Love Omega Glee: I Sing Of Singularity (19 October 2012)

While taking a break in the back alley behind Yaws, a text arrives in Francine's phone from Evil Journalista: "What did u do yesterday?"

Francine starts to type out a reply, but another text from E.J. dings in: "Bet u dont remember".

Francine thinks about what she did. Did she hang out with Jake? She probably worked on her blog, but she can't remember what she posted exactly. What did she do?

Another text dings in: "Dick ripped a hole in time HAARP V2K".

"HAARP? Voice to skull? What's Journalista on about?" Francine wonders.

Another text: "Another crazy scheme to rig the election didnt work".

Then another: "Tripping my balls off @ the time so i was immune".

Francine manages to get off one of her proper English texts: "I don't remember. You're right."

EJ: "Did play poker with dead great aunt tho".

Francine types: "Huh?"

EJ: "Things come thru the hole she wasn't dead @ time she was in 1949".

Francine texts: "Are you drunk?"

EJ: "y? r u?"

Francine: "No. I'm at work. What are you talking about? Can you send me an email with the details?"

EJ: "No just came off new experimental drug dont think Im going to remember figured only u wouldnt think im nuts serious something wrong with time science geek told ".

Francine: "What?"

EJ: "Damn 160 char limit! science geek told me she was there said reality turned inside out 2 colleagues died she leaked 2 me i knew my trip was different from usual".

Francine: "Interesting! I'll see if anyone else remembers yesterday. I'll check yesterday's newspaper."

EJ: "SG said time filled in the holes as best it could newspaper will look normal it wont say shit u think u remember but ure missin a day workin on me now".

EJ: "now she dont remember wonders why shes here in bondage gear told her she owes me $250 4 session figured i better tell before i forget hope she gives me $250 2".

EJ: "Existence has been working its way 2 greater and greater diversity now its begun 2 turn other way back 2 singularity were fucked Mayans right im fading fuck tel".

Francine: "I'm trying to get my head around what you're saying, but it's hard to believe."

After she sends her last text, a few minutes pass without a response and Francine is about to turn off her phone and head back into Yaws when a text from EJ arrives: "Hard to believe what?"

Francine: "That we're missing a day, that there's a hole in time."

EJ: "r u drunk?"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: The Missing Day (18 October 2012)

No one remembered much about this day. When they thought of it, they just assumed it was like most other days.

It wasn't.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Pillow Talk, Pillow Fight (17 October 2012)

"Is this a joke?"

"No, it is not a joke."

"You knew this for how long, and you're telling me this now, after we've just made love?"

"Well, I thought you might take the news better."

"Jesus, Donald, what the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Um."

"I finally find a decent man, and he's crazy. Join the army? You really think that's a good idea?"

"Actually, one of the reasons I am joining is to keep my sanity."

"What's that mean?"

"I have been going out at night . . ."

"And seeing other women?"

"No, no . . . "

"Then what?"

"I've been dressing up as a superhero."

"Oh my God, Donald! You and those comic books! What are you talking about?"

"It is hard to explain, but I need a change."

"You're breaking up with me?"

"No, no, I just need, I just need to belong. The world seems to have gone crazy and I want to go somewhere where it seems to still make sense."

"The army? So some rich idiots can send you off to die somewhere so they can oppress some peasants and loot their natural resources? What are you, the 2012 version of Stepin Fetchit?"

"That is unfair."

"Hmmmph."

"Masani, I . . . I love you."

"And that's supposed to make everything OK?"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Deliver Me A Dashing Job, Dude! (16 October 2012)

Jake stares at a painting of a horse in a field, as the man next to him mumbles. They sit around a large table in a hotel conference room, waiting to be interviewed for seasonal jobs working as seasonal delivery assistants for the Dashing Delivery Dudes, the package delivery service that not only dispenses packages, but also dispenses free grooming tips to its customers. They are fast; they are friendly; they are fashionable.

Except here, apparently. An eternity seems to yawn between the door opening up to the other conference room, a name being called, and someone from the table disappearing into the room. Jake is starting to wonder if he'll just have to leave to make his class on time, but he could use the extra income for rent if he does move in with Donald, Francine, and Masani.

That's if. His parents aren't taking the news well. They seem to think this move would be like moving in with Jackson the sequel.

Jake doesn't like being reminded of that experience.

Or to think that he may be making the same mistake again.

The door opens and the name "Ben Neb" is called and a man, presumably Ben Neb, gets up and goes into the other room.

"That guy's name is a palindrome!" the man sitting next to Jake exclaims.

Jake nods.

The man, an athletic sort with ears that resemble geese preparing to fly off in different directions, apparently takes Jake's nod as encouragement to continue, "I love palindromes! 'Straw? No, too stupid a fad. I put soot on warts!'"

Jake just nods and hopes the man will shut up, but he doesn't. He just laughs and tells Jake about how his girlfriend won't put out for him anymore because he forgot to register to vote by the deadline and his girlfriend took Kitty O'Couscous's "I only fuck voters" pledge.

Jake doesn't know if a nod is appropriate for this news, so he shrugs instead.

This apparently was the wrong response because the man seems to get angry, and says, "I don't even know why I'm here. I thought maybe if I brought in some extra money, she'd forgive me, but all that will probably happen is that she'll be fucking some voter while I'm riding around in a brown truck delivering packages, and then it'll be December 21st and the world ends. What's the point?"

Jake coughs and feels obliged to say something, so he says, "Well, if the world has to end, then it might as well end with a laugh."

"A laugh? You think my mess of a lovelife's funny, man?"

"A man, a plan, a canal, Panama," Jake says and hopes he doesn't get into a fistfight.

Fortunately, the door opens and Jake's name is called. He says, "Diaper" to the man and gets up.

The man scowls, and then smiles, shouting "Repaid!" as Jake disappears through the door.

Semordnilaps are fun too.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: A Turkey Who Plays Chicken (15 October 2012)

On the way to the armed forces recruiting center, Donald almost hits a turkey with his car. Standing in the middle of a busy road, the turkey brings traffic to a standstill as he/she/it gobbles this way and that before finally deciding to hightail it to one side of the road and disappear into a wooded area before someone got out of a car hoping to skip going to the supermarket this year to get Thanksgiving dinner.

Donald is glad he didn't run over the turkey. He wonders what it was doing in Cleaveland. Parts of the city are decaying back to nature, but a turkey? A turkey? A turkey playing chicken with automobiles? The city gets stranger every day, he decides.

When he arrives at the recruiters, he feels like the turkey. He doesn't know where to go. The Navy guy convinces him to take a test and raves afterwards that the results indicate that Donald can go nuclear. Nuclear? Riding around in a radioactive submarine for months at a time? Donald wants structure in his life, but that sounds like a straitjacket. The Marines guy arm-wrestles Donald and implies that the other services are pussies and he should join the Marines, but Donald's read enough war comics that he knows the Marines are the ones who get sent into battle first and take the heaviest casualties. The Air Force guy just tries to get Donald drunk with some watery American beer, and a bottle of Wild Turkey, and Donald, fearing that the plan is to get him wasted and then on a plane to Afghanistan overnight, escapes to the Army guy, who just loads Donald up with Army t-shirts, Army beer koozies, Army keychains, Army flashlights, Army pencils, Army teddy bears, Army tablets, Army hip-hop cds, Army flashdrives, Army backpacks, Army boxers, Army panties ("For your girlfriend. Or, for you, but if you're gay, don't tell me."), Army perfume, Army lighters, Army gas grills, and other stuff that he pulls out of a seemingly endless supply of cardboard boxes stacked in the rear of his office until Donald refuses anything else.

As the Army guy digs around the cardboard boxes trying to find one more item that's so cool Donald won't refuse it, Donald reconsiders his decision to join the military. Even with unemployment being the way it is, maybe he could just find a regular job instead. Then he wouldn't have to be away from Masani, who will never understand his desire to drown himself in the authority of another, to not have to choose anymore since his choices have been so poor as of late.

Well, aside from Masani, but it was more like she chose him than the other way around.

Donald thinks that he'd better stick with the military idea before he ends up dressing as a coyote again walking his neighborhood in the middle of the night futilely trying to get people to be more polite.

But which branch?

Well, Captain America was in the army. So was Sgt. Fury and Sgt. Rock.

He starts to fill out some paperwork the Army guy places in front of him ("Sorry I couldn't find that thing I was looking for. My partner, she must have given them all out. But here's an Army toothbrush I found. It says, 'Winning the war on plaque' on the side."), which is pretty straightforward (name, address, and so forth) until he hits the racial categories. In the past, Donald has picked whichever category he thought was most advantageous, whether white or black. Sometimes there would be a mixed race checkbox and he could just check that, but there doesn't seem to be one here. He never understands why it matters who his ancestors were since they aren't the ones that are going to be working the job.

He glances at the instructions again and notes that he can check more than one box, so he checks "White" and "Black/African Am."

He wishes there were a box for turkey caught in traffic though, because that's what he feels like at the moment. Does he really want to do this?

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Another Shameless Commercial Disguised As a Chapter (14 October 2012)

In his dream, Jake is on a quest to buy a net at the end of a long pole like the kind used by swimming pool cleaners or butterfly collectors, so that he can catch the wild parrots flying around the discount store he works at. He's trying to decide if the donut store might sell them when he hears a loud banging from the engine of the semi truck he's driving for the errand, and then he wakes up and he's in his bed in his room and his sister is knocking at the door, saying, "Mom says if you don't wake up and come and eat breakfast, she's going to declare you legally dead."

"All right, all right, I'm coming," Jake says, and throws a pillow at the door.

"Five minutes or we put you on a milk carton," Winifred says, muffled through the door, and he hears her go away.

Jake gets out of bed and retrieves the pillow. He considers going back to sleep, but he was getting a bit worried about where he would find a net at the end of a long pole anyway, so he scratches his head, then his ass, and stumbles downstairs in his Waffle Warrior pajamas.

His dad and sister are at the dining room table reading among the remnants of breakfast. He kisses them each on the cheek good morning and pulls up a chair, "Where's Mom?"

"On the computer, as usual," Dad says, "I never get to play blackjack on there anymore."

"She made breakfast though since I was home," Winifred says, drumming her fingers on the book she's reading, The Pornographic Flabbergasted Emus, "It's in the oven for you."

Dad yawns so loudly the birds outside get startled and start flying south again. He picks up part of the newspaper and says, "Well, time to make another deposit in the First National Bank of Shit."

"Gross!" Winifred says, as Dad chuckles and heads out of the room, "I don't know how you can live with them, Jake. They get nuttier every time I come home."

Jake stands up to get his food, "What are you doing her anyway? Weren't you just here a couple of weeks ago?"

"I'm visiting early this month because I have a date next weekend and it's Halloween the weekend after that."

"Isn't Halloween on a Wednesday or something this year?"

"Yes, so? It isn't like someone's going to throw a Halloween party in November."

Jake comes back from the kitchen with a plate of toast, eggs, and bacon, "Good point."

"So what were you doing so late last night? Francine?"

"Funny. No, she was working as usual. I went out with North. He was depressed because his girlfriend dumped him again. She found someone who made more money, so I got to listen to him rant for hours about how women are whores."

"And he wonders why he has trouble finding a date. Tell him, men are worse. At least women don't dump guys for younger models."

"Models like fashion models, or models like car models?" Jake says, dangling a piece of bacon over his mouth.

"Does it matter?'

"Good point," Jake says and swallows the bacon, chewing with his mouth open to irritate his sister.

"Gross. So what have you been up to beside forgetting table manners?"

After he's swallowed the bacon, Jake says, "Don't tell Mom and Dad, but I might be moving out."

"What?" Mom says, coming into the dining room.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Moving In, Moving Out (13 October 2012)

"Well, he didn't say anything to me about it." Francine says, setting down her cup of coffee at Purgatory, "Let's go outside. I need a smoke."

"I thought you quit," Jake says, munching on one of Eve's yummy muffins.

"Don't start."

"It's freezing."

"You're starting," Francine says, saying the words in a melody whose tune drops off a cliff.

She gathers up her coffee and purse, "Plus it's not freezing. It's just, um, brisk."

Jake sighs and follows her out the back door onto the deserted patio. He knows that he has to pick his battles if he wants to win the war, and if he has to shiver for a few minutes in order to cozy up to Francine's nice warm naked body all winter, then he'll do it .

Francine settles in at a table and lights up, "It's not so much I'm against you moving in. I'm just surprised that Donald didn't mention anything to me first. He's usually so polite. He has been acting really strangely lately. Even Masani commented on it."

She blows out some smoke, "Where are you going to live anyway? The only vacant room is his grandmother's old room and he keeps that like a shrine. Is he just going to have you store your stuff in the basement and assume you'll sleep with me?"

"I don't know. He didn't say."

The back door opens. Blonde-haired Chris comes out, walks past Francine and Jake, nods, and goes to the far corner of the patio, near a goofy-looking metal sculpture that somewhat resembles a catfish on a bicycle, and screams loudly.

Francine gets up, "Are you all right?"

Chris comes over and pulls up a seat, "Yeah, sorry about that guys. I just had to process some frustration, and this seemed the best spot to do so."

"What's up?" Francine says.

"Oh, Chris and I are fighting with our landlord again. I told you I had my car stolen, right?"

Francine nods.

"Well, that was the last straw as far as the apartment is concerned. You know we've had a lot of problems with it, right?"

Jake nods.

"Well, we're supposed to be month to month, but when I sent in our 30-day notice, the landlord said we were breaking the lease and he was going to charge us the rest of the rent if we moved out. I just got off the phone with him yet again and he's claiming he never told us we were month to month. He did, of course, but we didn't get it in writing."

"So what are you going to do?" Jake asks.

"I don't know. I don't know. Say, isn't it kind of cold to be hanging out on the patio?"

Jake looks at Francine, who looks away and stubs her cigarette out.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: My Uncle Spider-Man (12 October 2012)

Jake hadn't planned on staying over at Francine's, but when he arrived late after his class, they had a few drinks, then a few laughs, and the next thing he knows it's morning and he's kissing her on the cheek as she sleeps, scooping up his shoes, and heading out the door.

Out the bedroom door anyway; he has to pee, so he heads inside the bathroom door.

On his way out that door, he bumps into Donald.

Literally.

Donald almost falls down the stairs, but grabs onto the handrail and swings his legs back to the top of the stairs.

"I'm sorry, Donald," Jake says, "I think I'm still half-asleep."

"As am I," Donald says, yawning, "I apologize as well. I should not have assumed that just because it is early that the bathroom will be empty."

"That was a nice acrobatic move you did though."

"Well, you know I am related to Spider-Man."

Jake scratches his head, "Um, isn't Spider-Man a fictional character?"

"That was a joke, Jake. When I was younger, I wanted to be a superhero, so I liked to imagine I was related to a superhero. Sort of how the Romans gave themselves a connection to the Greeks by having Aeneas be from Tory, and how later the British gave themselves a link to the Romans by saying that Brutus founded them so that King Arthur could be related to Aeneas and through him to Venus."

"I think you lost me at Spider-Man."

"Oh."

"That's all right. Anyway, I'm sorry that I'm clogging up your bathroom. I've been over here so much lately that you probably should start charging me rent."

"It's no problem. You are a good guest. I always appreciate the fact that you take your shoes off before coming into the house. In fact, I see you have them there. You do not have to carry them around with you. Just leave them at the mat in the kitchen."

"Ah, I'm always worried that someone might trip over them, so I always take them up to Francine's room. It's no problem."

"Actually, your comment about rent reminded me, I wanted to ask you something."

"Shoot, Spidey."

"Do you want to move in?"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Can We Please Just Get This Election Over With? (11 October 2012)

The leading presidential candidates managed to compromise to salvage the final debate. They still won't meet at the same place but they've agreed to debate by video conference, with Dick at The White House, O'Couscous at The Playboy Mansion, and Polipo at some union bingo hall in South Philly. Everyone else Francine knows is sick to death of the election and just wants to get it over with, but Francine, like any other political junkie, can't wait for another campaign fix. And, this is the last debate of the campaign (well, except for the vice-presidential debate, but no one cares about that, probably not even the vice-presidential candidates).

The debate opens with Tim Rustle, a journalist with the personality of a rotten turnip, welcoming the viewers to an empty auditorium. "This debate, as you know, was supposed to be right here live tonight in Key West, Florida, but due to disagreements among the candidates, it will be virtual instead courtesy of ZZZZZZ, Inc. . . ."

He drones on for a bit more, but Francine gets up to use the bathroom. When she returns, Dick is sitting in the Oval Office, explaining his plan to reform Social Security, " . . . Well, folks, I hate to tell you, but due to our continual deficits and debt, I've had to borrow from the Social Security trust fund in order to keep the government going, but that shouldn't be a problem because I'll just have the Federal Reserve print up more money to cover the difference. It's a little like when you have to loot your child's piggybank when you're out of money and you need to make it to the next paycheck. Your kid will understand and you'll pay it back eventually. In the meantime, you've also taught your child the valuable lesson that he or she should hide his money better next time . . ."

Rustle attempts to interrupt, but Dick ignores him, ". . . it's either that or we have to choose between the social part of Social Security and the security part of Social Security, and half the country will be upset either way. Life's full of choices, just like this election. You can either choose me, an experienced leader, or my opponents, who are respectively, and I mean this respectfully as well, a moron and a slut . . ."

Rustle cuts over to Polipo at this moment even though it sounds as if Dick keeps talking until they cut his microphone entirely. Polipo, sweating under the television lights and looking like the manager of the produce section of the supermarket who's just been told that the banana shipment is infested with large spiders, sits in front of a row of ordinary Americans from diverse backgrounds who all sit still as they've been coached to do so, except for the amputee in the wheelchair, who waves his stump at the camera. Polipo coughs and says, "Thanks, Tim, I think we've just seen an example of what I've been talking about this entire campaign. My opponent is out of touch with reality. I'm not even sure he's human anymore, or even eligible under the Constitution to be president. Now my own plan for Social Security will guarantee it's there for our oldest citizens now and it'll be there for our youngest citizens when they need it."

Rustle chugs a beer and interrupts with a burp, "Pardon me, Senator, but what is your plan?"

"Well, that's a great question, Tim. It's a plan to preserve Social Security so that it'll be there for our oldest citizens and our youngest citizens."

"But what exactly is the plan? How are you going to do that?"

"We're going to preserve Social Security, Tim. It'll be there for you when you need it."

"But how?"

"I think I'm out of time, Tim; I wouldn't want to be unsporting to my opponents."

"But . . . oh, never mind, OK, Ms. O'Couscous, what do you plan to do about Social Security?"

The screen cuts to Ms. O'Couscous, who's sitting on a papasan chair with her legs spread and appears very comfortable hanging out with a bevy of attractive, young, and scantily-clad men and women, "Tim, you're looking very sharp this evening, may I say, and I truly wish I was in Key West with you. I've had some good times in that town. If I'm elected, America's going to have a good time, such a good time that nobody's going to worry about boring stuff like Social Security. They'll know that I'm going to take care of everything. So I'm not going to do anything about Social Security; I'm going to do Social Security, and when I'm done doing it, it'll know that it's been done. So, don't worry, the checks will go out as planned. I'm going to close down all those expensive military bases overseas, I'm going to let the CIA import their drugs and make them legal so that those senior citizens can get their cheap drugs from Canada and my young friends and I can get our cheap drugs from Mexico without any hassles, and I'm going to slap a party tax on that stuff and you won't mind paying it because you'll feel good when you do. With the savings and those new income streams, Social Security and the rest of those government programs people have grown so fond of will be set to keep on multiplying like rabbits and corporate accountants for years. That's hot, America. That's Kitty hot. Meow!"

And that's about as much as even Francine can take.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: It's Not An Identity Crisis; It's An Identity Opportunity (10 October 2012)

Having finished all his preparation for his next class, Jake wonders what to do. Normally, he'd surf the Web, or do a blog post, but having quit his blog (he writes a mental note on his brain whiteboard to officially delete it this weekend), he has some unexpected free time. He would visit Francine, but she's been obsessed by the presidential election and only surfaces from researching online to eat, so he decides not to exasperate her by bothering her again today. His parents aren't home yet from work and the cats are sleeping so deeply he wonders if they're deciding to hibernate for the winter. With an absence of stimulation in the house, he decides to take a stroll and see if the new Screed is out yet.

As he walks down a Lackwood street after retrieving the weekly newspaper--its cover has a closeup photograph of a voluptuous women's breasts in a bra with cows on it with a headline that reads "Got Milk?" which seems to connect to an article about how milk prices are going up because Ohio cows seem to be dying unexpectedly--he decides to see if North is home from work and turns at the corner to head to the West household.

As he nears North's house, he hears a honk and sees North in his green Yubarelygo pulling up beside him. Jake runs over to the car and pretends to drop an elbow on the hood, to which North responds by rolling down his window and yelling a Ric Flair woooooooooo!

"Get in, brother!" North says in his best Hulk Hogan, and unlocks the passenger door.

Brother gets in.

"So I emailed Ed."

"Ed?" Jake says.

"Ed. Ed Smith, the guy I wrestled who's now in the WWWWWW."

"Oh, Ed."

"Do you think about anything but Francine these days?"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Never mind. Anyway, I asked him about why he was wrestling under his real name instead of 'The Mississippi Maniac, and he emailed me back and said that he's going to be wrestling under both names."

"Both names?'

"Yeah, he's going to wear a confederate flag colored Mexican wrestling mask when he's the Maniac."

"Isn't that going to be kind of hard wrestling twice the same night?"

"He thinks he can do it. He told me if he keeps changing his identity, he'll make more money by selling more merchandise."

"How does he expect to sell more merchandise by changing his identity?"

"He said that he'd have a new action figure every time he changed his identity."

Jake shrugs, "I guess that's true. Did he say anything else?"

"Yeah, he said all the travel was rough and since he has two characters he has twice the wardrobe of anyone else which makes flying a drag. But he found a solution."

"What's that?"

"He's going to wrestle naked when he's the Maniac. Except for the mask, of course."

"They won't let him wrestle naked."

"He said management is into it. Ratings are down and they're on cable anyway."

"But what will his opponents think?"

"I don't know, but they'll think twice before giving him a piledriver, that's for sure."

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: Happy Leif Erikson Day! (9 October 2012)

Jake phones up Francine to wish her a happy Leif Erikson Day.

"Leif Erikson Day?" she says.

"Yeah, I came across it when I was reading about Christopher Columbus yesterday."

"You're really getting into this history teaching thing, aren't you?"

"Well, you know, I always found history interesting."

"Let me guess, Christopher Columbus was a wrestler like Abraham Lincoln was."

"Uh, I don't know, but that would be a cool history grudge match between Leif and Chris. The winner could be the first champion of North America or something."

"You should write that up for your blog."

"I would, but I quit doing it."

"You quit your blog?"

"Yeah, didn't you see my latest post?"

"No, I'm behind on my blog reading."

"See, you have sex with me and you don't even read my blog. No wonder I quit."

"Jake!"

"I'm kidding. I know you read my blog. I can tell from the tracking statistics."

"You cyberstalker!"

"Well, that was when I had faint hopes of selling advertising. It was already set up so I let it run. I was always curious who read the darn thing though. Not many people as of late but that's mainly because I haven't been posting much."

"Too busy?"

"No, not more than usual. I think I just got bored with doing it."

"But you love wrestling and you love your blog."

"Well, I still love wrestling, but I think I just want to be a mark and enjoy it and not analyze every business move of it. Some of the behind the scenes stuff isn't much fun. It's a pretty scummy industry. They're basically carnies."

"Stereotype much?"

"Have you ever ridden a ride at a carnival and not stepped in vomit?"

"Oh, Jake. Well, I couldn't imagine life without my blog. Sometimes I think it's all that keeps me sane."

"You mean I don't keep you sane?"

"No, baby, you drive me crazy," Francine says.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: Columbus Never Gave Up But Maybe You Should (8 October 2012)

Feeling obliged to update his blog after a few days away from posting, Jake struggles in his quest to write a blog post protesting the WWWWWW not letting wrestlers own their own characters. He does care about the issue, but he keeps getting distracted.

He thinks about Francine for a time.

He looks out the window at the rain and notes that the drops on the window kind of resemble The Waffle Warrior's face.

Because it's Columbus Day, he reads a bit on the Internet about Columbus and how he tried to enslave the Indians he met. Columbus was pretty brave but that was pretty mean. Jake thinks about trying to draw a parallel between Columbus's actions and those of the WWWWWW in terms of being greedy and trying to control people, but he takes a break and plays a game of Minesweeper on the computer instead.

Monique comes in his bedroom and meows, so he picks her up and pets her and she purrs and purrs and Jake thinks it's not such a bad old life when a warm furry thing is purring in your lap.

He thinks some more about Francine and wonders where exactly their relationship is headed.

He wonders where his life is headed, and if he'll find a job once the teaching gig ends in December.

Maybe the world will end then and he won't have to worry about it, and he thinks that it's depressing when the apocalypse is somewhat comforting.

Monique jumps down as Rudy enters the room, and they both jump on his bed where they take turns licking each other's heads in those hard to reach spots and it's very cute until one of them swats the other and then it's a hissandswatfest until Rudy jumps off the bed.

Jake picks her up and she starts to purr. He pets her and stares at the screen, realizing he just doesn't want to do a blog anymore.

That's OK. It's not a life sentence. It's a free country.

Well, it's not a life sentence anyway.

He decides to delete his blog. He doesn't want it to be up forever like some blogs online which the blogger has abandoned and just sit there forlornly waiting for an update that will never come until someone someday pulls the plug presumably. Some of the blogs on the free hosting services will probably be up forever. Jake wonders what it would be like to stumble upon an ancient blog a hundred years from now. At least, old newspapers have the common courtesy to crumble into dust. The blog might be a gleaming still seeming to be beaming but really a reeming teeming of scheming from a dead dreaming.

He puts up a last post saying goodbye.

He's sure his remaining two readers or so will understand.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: Last Howl Of The Coyote (7 October 2012)

The Cleaveland Coyote's car spins on the highway and he is relieved when he manages to bring it under control before it smashes into the concrete median.

His relief is quickly tempered, however, when he looks up and sees a row of headlights coming towards him, dancing in the heavy raindrops that pour down upon the road.

Wrong way! He's facing the wrong way. He jams his foot on the gas, turns the wheel, and shoots straight across the highway to the berm where he pulls over safely as a chorus of automobile horns wail at him as they pass.

Heart pounding, The Coyote leans forward and rests his head on the steering wheel. He thinks back to how he got here and realizes it's sort of blurry.

"Just like the car windows," he thinks. He remembers being angry. Someone drove rudely and nearly hit him as he was getting on the highway. It was raining; he wasn't going that slowly. He just had to drive safely. There was not only himself to think of, but others to think of such as Masani or even his fellow drivers, but the driver passing him recklessly in the red S.U.V. probably wasn't even thinking of herself, or himself, whoever it was. Angered, The Coyote floored it and gave chase. He thought he'd give that driver a piece of his mind.

Instead, he nearly gave that driver a piece of his skull when the S.U.V. braked suddenly and, tailgating it, The Coyote had to steer wildly around it or crash. He hit a patch of water on the road near where I-90 runs close to Lake Eerie and started spinning.

The Coyote looks around. It is hard to see due to the heavy rain, but he doesn't see the S.U.V. anywhere around. He sighs and thanks God, or at least Thor, for his luck in avoiding an accident. Why was he so angry? People are rude constantly. It's the helplessness. He can't change them alone. He's starting to realize that, more and more, ever since he found the woman's corpse in the dumpster, and all he could do was call the police. He couldn't save the world like Superman. He wonders if Superman could even save it, or if the world wanted to be saved. Half the people around seem to have a deathwish, and, after his near disaster, he wonders if he has one too.

As he signals and slowly pulls back onto the highway, he wonders if he needs to be part of something bigger if he wants to change things in the world. He also doesn't trust his decisions as much as he used to. Almost getting in that wreck was as dumb a thing as anything he's complained about other people doing recently. If he had wrecked The Coyotemobile or gotten hurt, how would he have explained that to Masani? How could he have afforded a new car, or medical bills?

As he gets off at the nearest exit, happy to be off the highway, he decides that he needs a change, a lot of changes, in fact. No more Coyote. No more hiding in the house from the world. He doesn't have to go back to teaching, but it is time to start working again. With unemployment being what it is, he wonders where he can get a job.

He passes a billboard. It's an ad for the army.

He has an epiphany.

Masani's not going to like this though.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: Wrestling The World (6 October 2012)

At North's house, Jake watches Grapple Groove because, as North tells him for the third time, the guy North wrestled when he, not North, the guy he wrestled, was known as The Mississippi Maniac is making his WWWWWW debut tonight, except he's no longer known as The Mississippi Maniac; he's now known as "Ed Smith," which is his real name.

"'Ed Smith'? He thinks that's a better name than 'The Mississippi Maniac'?" Jake asks, twisting open one of the beers he brought.

"Probably not, but the WWWWWW can't trademark his real name and then say he can't use it after he leaves the company. If he were 'The Mississippi Maniac', they could," North asks, sipping on one of his disturbingly colored--this one a pastel orange with purple crunchies--protein shakes.

"Oh, they're doing that crap again? That stinks! I thought they learned their lesson last time when they sucked all the fun out of wrestling. They should just let the wrestlers have their intellectual property rights."

"What can I say? They're greedy folks."

"And you still want to work for them?"

"Yep! They're really the only game in town anymore when it comes to full-time wrestling. Shhhhh, commercial's over. This might be him."

The camera cuts in backstage on a beefy pasty guy with a red neck. He holds a globe and spins it while laughing like, um, a maniac.

The wrestler turns and faces the camera, "World champion? World champion! they say that The Waffle Warrior is the world champion, but I'd like to know who he's beaten from . . ."

He slaps the globe and it spins. He plunks a finger down, stopping the spin. He picks up his finger and looks at the place it landed. ". . . the Pacific ocean! Uh, hang on . . ."

He slaps. It spins. He plunks. He picks. He looks. ". . . Syria! Who's he ever beaten from Syria? Or from any of these little countries around the globe? Nobody! That's who! But he wants to call himself a world champion. It's laughable!"

The wrestler laughs maniacally for a while, then continues, "Well, Wafflehead, I'm coming for you! But unlike you, I am going to be a true world champion. I'm going to beat up people from around the world. Hell, I'm going to rough up whole countries. I'll wrestle the whole damn world if I have to!"

At this, he slams down the globe, but it just bounces and rolls into the corner. He sighs and goes and picks it up, "I'll wrestle the whole damn world if I have to!"

This time, the globe smashes on the ground, and the wrestler continues, "That's right! I'm going to wrestle the world. First up, Canada! I've had a beef against this country for years! One time while crossing the border the Mounties confiscated my porn stash! Something to do with it showing actual penetration! Well, Canada, I'll show you some penetration! Nobody takes my porn! So, Canada, consider yourself fairly warned, I'm coming up there to kick your ass, door to door if I have to, until you send me your champion so I can kick his ass!"

The wrestler ends the segment by laughing maniacally, then he trips over the remnants of the globe on his stompout and falls down.

Jake and North join in the laughter.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: Love Letters To The Editor (5 October 2012)

On the train down to work, Francine picks up a copy of The Cleveland Advertiser that someone had discarded and flips through it. Having long since given up on news reporting, the newspaper has gone the whole kazoo down the toilet and just become open source journalism, which enabled it to fire the unproductive parts of its staff such as the reporters who wrote the news and keep the productive members of the staff such as the reps who sell the advertising which is the paper's reason for existence in the first place. Presumable the next step is to jettison content entirely and just publish pages of pure profit, but so far the Advertiser hasn't kenned how to do that, so it settles for printing just about any bit of nonsense anyone sends its way.

Francine has to admit that this is an improvement over the old Advertiser.

The result is like reading an entire newspaper of letters to the editor, which, as any newspaper reader knows, are the best part of the paper anyway.

OK, except for the comic strips, but the Advertiser got rid of those long ago when they shrunk them so much no one could read them anyway.

Recognizing an opportunity, the cranks of Cleaveland have taken to the new Advertiser like horseflies on a cowturd. Francine particularly enjoys the contributions by Gertrude Grumblebunny such as this one:

"Dear Editor:

I think recent events have proved the danger of having a socialized military. I propose we switch our national defense to a market-based approach. Imagine this: If the private company we’ve contracted to wage war does an inferior job, then we can just choose not to renew its contract and hire another one in its place. This will provide an incentive for the military to improve their operations and will result in cost-savings for the taxpayer through the magic of the marketplace (which makes me tingle when I think about it--the same magic feeling I get at Disneyland). Instead of foreign adventures costing billions of dollars, we’ll just outsource combat and let the foreigners fight themselves, saving American lives. We’ll even provide a peace bonus (similar to stock options I imagine), which may lessen the number of wars we get into since there’s now a motivation not to blow stuff up (and I know that it’s fun to blow stuff up, but fireworks can provide the same thrill far more cost-effectively than cruise missiles).

Dammit! When is this country going to wake up to the viper coiled at its bosom: The socialized military?!

Semper fi,

Gertrude Grumblebunny, concerned citizen

P.S./ Why go halfway? Let's privitize the whole government! We could rent out the Capitol and just have Congress stay home and meet in online chatrooms. Does the president really need his own house? No job I ever had included free housing. Let him rent out his own apartment! Even with the housing market being what it is nowadays, we could probably get a good price if we sold The White House. Think about it, people!"

Francine thinks about it.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: A Coffeehouse Conversation About Chinese Restaurant Sleeper Cells (4 October 2012)

After he finishes teaching, Jake drops into Caffeine Eden. Francine picked up an extra shift at Yaws, so he has nothing better to do unless he wants to go home and watch Dad yell at the hockey players on tv and Mom be transfixed by whatever she's working on at the computer in the study. Adam greets him with a subdued smile, and Jake notices that the cafe is less boisterous than usual and on the wall a picture of Tom hangs with a wreath around it.

"Ah, no, man," Jake says.

"Yep!" Adam says, passing Jake a cup of today's special, A Cup Of Tom, "Heart attack."

Jake digs out his wallet to pay, and Adam stops him, "It's on the house. Actually, it's on Tom. Apparently, he wanted a wake here since we were one of his favorite places. Actually, Larry's handling it, but Tom's estate will pay him back. He's the executor anyway."

Jake nods, thanks Adam, takes the cup, and walks over to Larry, who sits alone at the corner table under Tom's picture. "Hi," Jake says, "That's very sad about Tom."

They shake hands and Larry says, "Thanks, Joe. Tom always liked you, kid. Grab a seat."

"Uh, OK," Jake says and sits down.

Larry stares at him.

"Uh, so I see the photo is recent. Tom has his mustache in it," Jake says.

"Yeah, it was one of his last photos. I actually took that photograph," Larry says, staring at Tom's photo, "It was for his online dating profile."

"Uh, well, he looks good in it. You did a nice job."

"Too nice. I pretty much killed him."

"Huh?"

"He died banging this broad he met on there."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I mean I guess that's a good way to go, but I just keep thinking that if he hadn't gone out on that date, he might still be alive and it might be him sitting across from me instead of you," Larry says, taking a sip of coffee, "No offense, John."

"Uh, none taken."

"They went to a Chinese restaurant. That damn General Tso's chicken always did fire him up. Oh, well, maybe it's better this way. Otherwise, he might have died fighting the Chinese when they attack."

"The Chinese are going to attack?"

"Isn't it obvious, man? They've been setting it up for years. I think Mao devised it. You know all those little Chinese restaurants across the country? They're in every strip mall in every small town in America. They're just waiting for the signal from Beijing and they're going to rise up."

"Uh, are you sure?"

"Positive, my friend. Tom would tell you that the Mexicans are working the same scheme. You know that all those Mexican restaurants across the country serve as cover for a Mexican plan--El Reconquista!--to rise up and take back the land stolen during the Mexican-American War."

"Wait, that doesn't make sense! They have those kind of restaurants here in Ohio too."

"They want interest."

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.

Blog Love Omega Glee: The Arithmetic Of Vengeance (3 October 2012)

Crunching numbers as she crunches her morning cereal, Francine juggles a spoon and a pen. Occasionally, she gets a little too excited and sticks the pen in her mouth and tries to write with the spoon, but for the most part she gets the rhythm down and the spoon lands in the bowl and her mouth and the pen on her tablet. She is working on a blog post about the cost of the war on terror for the past decade or so. So far, terror has not been defeated. The emotion continues to taunt us, no matter how we pummel it with smart bombs, dumb bombs, and bombs that claim that intelligent tests are biased and refuse to take them.

She shuffles through some papers to check on some statistics, and spills milk on them, which she blots with a napkin. Some numbers are hard to comprehend, especially when they represent individual lives, each a whole universe of relationships, memories, experiences, and emotions. She thinks of whole lives blotted out, stained, with no napkin capable of tidying it up.

Dead people. She's adding up dead people, then multiplying, dividing, and subtracting them, but they've all ultimately been subtracted from the rest of us spinning round this globe in the universe.

It's hard to be abstract about the dead once you've seen a corpse, but Francine crunches ahead, wondering if she should have been an accountant.

Francine has added up the total number of American dead in terrorist attacks and the wars overseas and used it as the base figure to calculate a number of things.

She thought about including the number of Americans who were wounded or otherwise traumatized or majorly affected, but her mind was already boggled enough so she stuck to the dead, of which there were about 10,755, but even that's just a rough estimate, especially when thinking about the hole left behind in the social fabric by each one, holes that will likely never be filled. She knows that three to four times that number of Americans die in auto accidents each year, but the war on terror deaths seem so unnecessary and not so much acts of God or even of foolish individuals but of a nationstate itself being foolish, or, worse, so-called leaders who look at numbers like these and see only numbers and not the lives they represent. In any case, Francine sets down her pen, and stares at the paper in front of her, which details that for each dead American:

2,143 people of other nationalities died,

4,666 people became refugees,

$212,789,644 tax dollars were spent,

81,908 government bonds were issued to pay now and go into debt later,

980 jobs in defense contractors were created,

$100,896,512 in profits were made on average by related corporations,

57 lobbyists were employed,

and half a civil right was suspended.

She stares at the numbers and tries to do a cost-benefit analysis based on them.

She sees the cost.

She doesn't see the benefit.

Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.