Blog Love Omega Glee: I Like Nice People (30 November 2012)

Staring into the refrigerator and holding its door open, Jake wonders if toasting two slices of bread and then putting cheese in the middle counts as cooking. Masani comes into the kitchen and opens one of the cupboards, "So what are you doing tonight?"

Jake sighs, "I have no idea. I can't even decide what to eat. I kind of half-planned on going out to eat with Francine, but then she got that job at Mart Mart. For once, I thought she'd have Friday nights off for a while."

Masani pulls out a package of Popart Popcorn ("The only popcorn shaped like Andy Warhol's head!") and shuts the cupboard door, "I can't believe she's working there. I know she's used to dealing with the public, but Mart Mart is a different kind of public from Yaws. Just between you and me, I give that girl a week before she tries to hit someone with the cash register."

"I know. I've had those kind of jobs. I like nice people, and you find out how rare they are when you deal with the public," Jake pulls out a loaf of bread and a bar of cheese from the refrigerator and closes the door.

Masani tears off the plastic from the popcorn package and throws it in the trash, "Well, I like nice people too, but I try to like everybody. It's the right thing to do."

"I don't know. I like nasty people I suppose. I like them as far away from me as possible," Jake untwists the twisttie on the loaf of bread.

Masani puts the popcorn package in the microwave, "Hmm . . . I'd have to agree with you on that."

"So what are you doing? Judging from the popcorn, I'd say it's a movie night," Jake puts two slices of toast in the toaster.

"You'd be right. I got the new Spike Lee. You're welcome to watch it. I don't think there's any wrestling in it though," Masani leans back against the kitchen counter and listens to the microwave hum.

"Tempting, but I'll probably go out with North and cheer him up," Jake opens up a drawer and finds a knife.

"Is he still depressed over his breakup? Good riddance, I'd say," Masani takes off her glasses and wipes them clean on the bottom of her blouse.

Jake cuts some cheese quietly and then hopes Masani couldn't hear it over the sound of the microwave, then he cuts some real cheese on the counter, "I'd agree. I liked Oc. She was kind of fun, but what she did to North was inexcusable."

"Actually wasn't it what she did to the other guys that was inexcusable? Or maybe what they did to her?" Masani laughs and looks at Jake.

Jake notices that her brown eyes are very pretty, and then very quickly chokes off that thought.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Only 22 More Shopping Days Before The End Of Days (29 November 2012)

Clearly already grown desperate in her job search, Francine waits on a bench next to a clown statue at the local Mart Mart while an assistant manager reviews her application inside some office that Francine hasn't been invited into yet. In front of Francine is a panorama of the organized chaos of the Mart Mart experience: checkout lanes, cashiers, baggers, shoppers, carts stuffed with merchandise, flashing lights, stacks of impulse buys, children screaming, adults screaming, a bored security guard looking at a high school girl's ass, and two elderly women who have stopped in front of Francine and are now holding a conversation in the middle of the exit aisle. The awkward ways their shopping carts are oriented now have barricaded the entire aisle.

"Mildred! What are you doing here? I thought you left for Florida!" the first old woman, hunched over her shopping cart filled with bags, says.

"Usually we do," the second old woman says, swinging her cart to the side in order to allow some huffy shoppers past her, "But you know the world's going to end, so Harold and I decided to stay up here. You know, I like Florida, even though an alligator ate one of my cats once, but this is home. How are you doing? Doing some Christmas shopping?"

"Actually, I just got groceries today. I'm holding off on buying presents until I see whether or not the world ends. I figure if it ends, why not save some money?"

"Oh, go ahead and buy. That's what Harold and I are doing. We figure if the world's going to end we might as well have some fun. I've been blowing money out the wazoo. Let me show you some of the stuff I found today," she says, rooting around in the shopping bags.

She pulls out an electric guitar and says, "Look at this!"

"Oh, my! Is that a gift for one of the grandchildren?"

"Oh, no, it's for me."

"For you!?"

"Yes, I've always wanted to play guitar. Harold's nearly deaf anyway, so I can really crank it up and he won't mind."

"Oh, you got an amplifier, too?"

"A what, Helena?"

"An amplifier. That's what you plug the guitar into. It's like a big speaker."

"Oh, I didn't know about that. I guess I'll just have to come back and spend some more money."

"You better hurry up. There's only 26 more shopping days until Christmas."

"And only 22 until the apocalypse. I want to learn how to play 'Louie Louie' by then."

The women laugh and hug, and then wheel their carts out of the store together. Francine watches them go, and then hears the assistant manager call her name.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: I'm Not On Facebook So I Don't Have Any Friends (28 November 2012)

While searching job sites on her notebook computer at Purgatory, Francine is interrupted by the only other patron, a white man in his forties whose dark hair is sprinkled with gray and who wears a navy blue jacket, a rumpled blue and white buttondown shirt that resembles a picnic blanket in its checked pattern, and brown slacks. He also wears shoes and socks and presumably underwear as well, of course, but let's end the description and cut to what he says, which is "Are you on Facebook?"

"Uh, no," Francine says, then after an awkward period of silence, "I mean I am on Facebook, but I'm not on it right now. Is that what you meant?"

"Yes."

After another awkward period of silence, Francine asks, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you ask me if I was on Facebook? Were you going to friend me or something in an effort to hit on me? I'll tell you now that in general that's not too successful a dating strategy, though guys try it all the time. In my case, I have a boyfriend already. But even if I didn't, I and every other woman know that the guy who does that has probably emailed ten other women the same way the same day."

Eve chimes in from behind the counter, "Down, Francine. He's harmless. Please don't scare off one of our few other customers."

"Sorry, Eve," Francine says, then turns back to the man, "So, why'd you ask?"

"Oh! No reason really. It just seems like everyone's on it nowadays. I'm not though. That's why I talk to people in coffeehouses," the man says, taking a drink of coffee.

"Well, at least you don't poke them," Francine laughs.

"Pardon me?"

"Sorry, a little Facebook humor. You see there's this feature where . . . oh, never mind," Francine says, then quickly takes a drink of coffee and goes back to working on her computer.

The man starts rambling, "I noticed that ever since Facebook got popular, no one sends personal emails anymore. I suppose they all communicate on there, but I haven't had an email from a friend in months. I used to get lots of them. But since almost everybody went on Facebook, they've dwindled over the years. It's like the people on there forgot about everybody who isn't on there. I used to get all sorts of party invitations via email. Now I couldn't tell you the last time I was invited to a party. I feel like I don't have any friends anymore."

Francine coughs and looks up, "Why don't you join Facebook then?"

The man shudders, "Are you kidding? That thing's for idiots!"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Why Are Lawyers Always Idiots? (27 November 2012)

"Did someone drown your new kitten?" Lilith says to Francine, then pulls up a seat at the table Francine sits at in an otherwise empty Purgatory.

Francine looks up from her notebook computer and smiles.

"Still depressed over the job search?" Lilith says, brushing back a strand of her hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

"It's worse than I imagined. There's nothing out there except work from home scams," Francine says, taking a drink of coffee, "If it keeps up like this, I won't be able to afford a refill."

"I think we could spot you one if it came to that. I'd hire you myself, but as you can tell from looking around, there's barely enough work for Eve and myself."

"Maybe I can get an employment lawyer and sue Yaws."

"That doesn't sound like my little Libertarian."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"You don't want to deal with a lawyer unless you have to, anyway. They're all idiots."

"No sweeping generalizations here this morning."

"Trust me, it's true. At least that's been the case with every one I've had the misfortune to deal with. It's not that they're dumb, though some are. Most of them just act dumb to run up the bill. They never seem to be as interested in solving a client's problem as they are in draining a client's bank account."

"I know what you mean. It's the same thing with doctors. I'm always suspicious about how much they want to get me healthy when that means they'll be out of a job."

"Ditto for the police. Don't expect them to stop crime. Otherwise they'd end up on the unemployment line. It seems like everyone does the bare minimum and goes through the motions pretending they're not perpetuating the problem that gets them paid. It's no wonder this old world's got so many problems."

"Hmm . . . maybe I just need to create a problem and then convince somebody to hire me to solve it," Francine says, resting her chin on her hand.

Lilith laughs, "In the meantime, while you're creating a problem, how about seasonal help? Do you want to keep serving? Some restaurant's bound to be hiring for the holidays. Maybe even consider doing retail for a time."

Francine sticks out her tongue.

"Why don't you just take a week off and enjoy your free time? When else might you have this much time to yourself? You'll still be unemployed next week, but you'll probably have more energy for the job search."

"Lilith, the bills don't take a week off," Francine sighs.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Oc And The Three Cocks (26 November 2012)

North and Jake sit at the bar at The Pirate Punch Bowl. "Thanks for meeting me here," North says, doing a shot of Dead Crow whiskey, "I know you don't like this place, so that means a lot to me."

"No problem," Jake says, eying North getting a refill of his whiskey from Nobeard, "You sounded pretty upset."

North does another shot and signals to Nobeard to refill his glass, "And give my boy whatever he wants. Yeah, upset is a pretty good way to describe it. Fortunately, each one of these I drink is making me feel better."

From a grunting Nobeard, Jake gets a Worth A Drought Stout and says to North, "Er, what's up? Your hair is looking very Gorgeous George today."

"Thanks," North says, "I'm pretty happy with it. I had to do the dyejob all by myself. The slut was supposed to help me with it, but she never showed up."

"Uh, you mean Oc?"

"Who else?"

"I thought you guys broke up again."

"No, we're back together. We were anyway. Then I saw this."

North pulls out his phone and plays Jake a video on it.

"Is that Octavia? Man, she's naked. Should I be watching this?"

"Why not? Everyone else is. It's on the Internet."

Jake pushes the phone away, "I don't want to see this, man."

"What's the matter? You aren't into bukkake?" North says and stops the video, "This apparently is what she was doing when she was supposed to be helping me. Instead I got stood up again, and she got stood on."

"That stinks, dude. Are you sure it isn't old?"

"No, she just got that haircut. She called that night and said she was upset over her uncle's death. He just died. So she went out with a friend and had too much to drink. I offered to pick her up but she said her friend was going to take her home. Her 'friend' was apparently the three dudes in the video. I only saw it when it got uploaded to a porn site I look at. I guess if I watch porn, I can't be mad at a girl for being in porn, but it made me sick. I don't know about you but that's not exactly the way I grieve. Mainly though it's just that she lied to me one too many times I guess."

"That is pretty rude especially if you two were dating. I don't care how drunk someone is. You don't do stuff like that to someone you claim to love."

"Yeah, that's why it's over."

"Man, I am so, so sorry."

"Why did you have sex with her too?"

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Having A Conscience In America Just Costs You Money (25 November 2012)

"I'm going to give you some tough love, Baby, and say that this may be just what you needed in a way," Masani says, putting her arm around Francine as they sit on the couch.

Jake sits awkwardly across from them on the ratty yellow chair, not knowing what to say.

Francine sighs, her cheeks puffy from crying, "You might be right."

She grasps Masani's hand, "I think I'm just freaked out because it's so unexpected. I've been at Yaws for a long time. I didn't think we were friends, but I thought Michael liked me as an employee."

"You said they've been having trouble since the murder. Maybe firing you was just an excuse to cut the payroll," Masani says.

"Do you want me to go down there and beat him up?" Jake says, starting to growl.

Francine looks up at him, "Do you think you putting him in the Figure Four or something is going to get my job back? No, I should have just done what he told me to do and lied when anyone asked if they were at the table where the murder occurred."

"That doesn't sound like you, Sweets. I don't see you doing that. You have too good a conscience," Masani says.

"Sometimes I wonder if that's what's wrong with me? Having a conscience doesn't seem to do anything but cost me money. Why can't I just be a happy American and lie through my teeth that everything's all right? And why did that couple have to make such a fuss when I told them the truth?"

"I don't see what the big deal is. We've probably all been somewhere where somebody died," Jake says.

"Jake, dear, it's not exactly a romantic dinner if the couple thinks about someone getting his brains blown out where they're sitting," Masani says.

"If I ran that place, I'd charge extra for people to sit at that table. I bet some gorehounds would love it," Jake says.

"I think that's Exhibit A for why you don't run a restaurant, Honey," Masani says.

"Fuck that place. They'll probably be closing soon anyway. It's been dead for the past few weeks anyway," Francine says, sitting up.

"That's the spirit!" Masani says, "I know you've been looking for a change for some time. This might be the universe's way of nudging you to something better."

"'Dead'" Jake says, chuckling, "That's funny."

Francine and Masani look at him.

"Well, the dude gets killed and then Francine says the restaurant is dead. Get it?" Jake says, staring at their strange expressions.

Francine starts crying again.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Gimme That Old Time Rasslin' (24 November 2012)

"How on Earth can you watch this stuff, Jake?" Masani asks, putting down her book to watch on the television The Angry Housewife put Martin "The Smart One" Black through an ironing board.

"Uh, it's sort of an acquired taste," Jake says, not taking his eyes off the screen as The Angry Housewife appears angrier than usual and now starts assaulting the referee.

"Well, I hope it's not contagious. I don't want to be like that crowd. I mean look at them. They're going nuts over watching some wrestlers pretend to fight one another! What's wrong with those people?" Masani says, as wrestlers pour into the ring like syrup from a loose bottle on a pancake.

Jake doesn't answer, assuming Masani's question is rhetorical, and focuses on the mayhem on screen as The Housewife breaks free of the large men trying to prevent her from choking the referee some more with the strings from her apron.

"What's wrong with her?" Masani asks, watching as The Housewife hits The Reader with a blender, "She doesn't look like she's acting. She looks like she really wants to kill the referee. I thought this was fake."

"It's wrestling. It's all fake and it's all real," Jake says, as about twenty wrestlers pile on top of the Housewife to calm her down.

"What's that? Some Zen of wrestling shit?" Masani says, as the Housewife's hand stretches out of the pile and begins to rake her nails across the bare chest of The Buff Barrister, who screams from the pain.

"Sort of," Jake says, as The Housewife crawls out of the pile without the wrestlers seeming to notice, "It's all a show, but sometimes the actors stay in character so it becomes real."

"What's she doing now?"

"It looks like she's crawled under the ring."

"Why's she so crazy?"

"She's angry. She cooks a nice meal and her husband works late and doesn't show up to eat it. Or she does all his laundry and he complains that she used too much starch. Or the neighbor has a nicer vacuum cleaner than she does."

"Say what, Sugar?"

"It's her shtick. She's like a 1950s housewife, but instead of taking tranquilizers so she could get through her day, she started taking steroids instead, so now she's a little on edge and takes out her frustrations on her opponents and whoever else gets in her way."

"That's pretty funny."

"Yeah, it's good stuff. She's one of my favorites."

"What's she doing now?"

"It looks like she found a ladder under the ring so she's wearing it on her head and shoulders and spinning around using it to hit the other wrestlers. She calls it The Spin Cycle."

"How do they fake getting hit with a ladder?"

"They don't. They just get hit. Say, weren't you the one who was reading and complained when I turned on the television?"

Masani picks up her book, but Jake notices she doesn't turn any more pages since her eyes continue to face the television.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Peanut Butter And Women (23 November 2012)

Sitting at a table in Fish Taco King, surrounded by Dashing Delivery Dudes, Jake and the other holiday helpers keep quiet while their drivers insult one another while eating lunch. "Hey, Lonnie," Luke, a driver nearly the size of his van, says, "Your helper hasn't said anything. Did you get another mute again this year?"

"No, he talks. He's probably worn out from all the packages we delivered already. We aren't lazy like you," Lonnie says while putting peanut butter on his tuna burrito, "Don't they have chunky peanut butter? I hate this creamy stuff."

"Luke told me you liked the creamy stuff," Roy, a driver with the kind of tan one gets after falling asleep in a tanning bed whose automatic shutoff is broken, says and laughs, slurping diet pop through his straw.

Lonnie pauses from peanut buttering his burrito and sticks his right index finger in the air like a talisman, "I like my peanut butter chunky and my women creamy."

"Oh, God, here we go again," Siobhan, the only female driver at the table, says.

"I heard it was the reverse," Luke says.

"What's your helper's name?" Roy asks Lonnie.

"Jake," Lonnie says, returning to buttering his burrito.

"Jake, has he made any special stops yet?"

Jake finishes chewing his bite of fish taco, and asks, "Special stops?"

"You know, the ones where he takes a half an hour to deliver a package and a woman walks him out and his overalls are mussed and so's the woman's hair," Siobhan explains.

"Half an hour?" Luke says, "I think five minutes for Lonnie would be a world record."

"Hey!" Lonnie says, index finger rising again, "That was just once and I told your wife to slow down."

Roy claps his hands, "Oh, snap!"

Luke laughs and gets up with his tray of fast food wrappers, "Speaking of her, it's time I stopped in for my daily quickie."

He beckons to his helper, a sleepyeyed midget, "C'mon, Jason, you can sleep in the van while I'm rocking the house."

Goodbyes are exchanged and Luke and Jason leave, sounding at the door the foghorn which thanks the staff for a good meal. "Well, we better get moving too," Siobhan says, nodding at her helper, a young woman with a squirrel like face minus the fur and whiskers, "I don't want an inspector showing up and hassling me for a long lunch."

"That asshole Allen already showed up this morning and was about to yell at me for leaving the back door unlocked. I had Jake in the back looking for a package though, so he couldn't say anything. That fucking guy. He's fucking unbelievable."

"I tell you what's unbelievable. All the shoppers out today and the traffic. I didn't think it could be worse than last year but somehow it is," Roy says, crunching up his empty soda cup.

"I hear ya. These fucking people . . . " Lonnie says, before launching into a tirade about having to work on the day after Thanksgiving, which includes 57 variations of the word "fuck".

By the end, only he and Jake are left at the table, and then they too must be dudes who dash to deliver.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Portrait Of A Pumpkin (22 November 2012)

With an orange majestic presence, the pumpkin sits in the center of Francine's parents' dining room table, while her parents argue about it.

"Compliment your father on his pumpkin, Francine. He's very proud of it. He pays more attention to it than he does to me," Mother says, twirling some turkey on her fork.

"Ah, will you lay off about the pumpkin?" Father says, pouring some gravy on his mashed potatoes, "It's the only thing the garden produced this year; that's why I like it. We had a drought, Francine."

Francine stares into the pumpkin's folds and wonders if it's true that one can tell the future from its entrails. If so, the future's probably death. That's always a good bet.

"You know, you could have watered the garden instead of watching baseball games on television all summer. You were just too lazy to do so."

"Well, what about you? You could have gotten off your ass and broken out the hose too."

Scratches appear on the pumpkin's rind the closer Francine gets to it as she leans in. They've been there all along, but she couldn't see them before.

"It wasn't my garden. You wouldn't let me help, remember? Then you forgot all about it, like usual."

"Can we have a nice Thanksgiving dinner? Francine, I see you're interested in the pumpkin. It weighs 33 pounds."

Spots of green still appear amidst the orange. Even in the aged, childhood hides in places.

"I wanted to carve it for Halloween, but he wouldn't let me make a Jack-O-Lantern. Then I wanted to make pies with it for Thanksgiving. He just wants it to sit there until it rots. I came down one morning and I think your father was talking to the pumpkin. Does it have a name?"

"Yes, its name is John F. Kennedy. He was assassinated 49 years ago and this country's been going to Hell ever since."

Francine puts her right hand on the pumpkin. It is cool and soothes her.

"It was going to Hell before that, and I bet I can pick a better date for when things started going to Hell, at least for my life."

"When's that? Our wedding day?"

The pumpkin's stem has small prickly hairs on it. They sting Francine's fingers as she feels it.

"Before that."

"The day you met me?"

As Francine bites into her pumpkin pie, she feels guilty.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: The Amish Shall Inherit The Earth (At Least What's Left Of It) (21 November 2012)

Riding in the passenger seat of a Dashing Delivery Dudes van, Jake struggles to listen to what the driver, Lonnie, tells him over the blare of Nirvana on the radio. "What was that?" Jake says.

"For fuck's sake, are you deaf, kid?" Lonnie says, as he turns down the radio.

"Uh, no," Jake says, still feeling a bit weird wearing the tuxedo overalls of a Dude.

"Well, that's good," Lonnie says, turning the big steering wheel to the right, "Last year, I got stuck with a mute guy for my holiday helper. Let me tell you, I can't read sign language when I'm driving so we didn't have many interesting conversations. On the other hand, he never said anything dumb either. So, do you think the world's going to end in December?"

"Uh, I don't know. I hope not."

"I hope not either, because if it does and I spent the last few weeks of my life doing this fucking job, I'll be pissed," Lonnie says, grinning, "Say, you know if civilization collapses, you know who's going to be all right?"

"Nobody?"

"Wrong. We'll be fucked. No offense, but kids today don't know shit. You aren't going to survive a day without the Internet to tell you what to do. I used to go deer hunting. Now I just work overtime delivering packages to people. But I remember. I remember. I'd survive a couple of weeks without electricity, gas, water, and whatever we're used to getting piped into our homes. Then I'd be a goner too. There's only so much deer jerky I can eat before I want to die. But the Amish. The Amish will be all right. They're used to living without anything anyway. It might as well be the 19th century still as far as they're concerned, so they'll survive. The rest of us are going to be like Mad Max . . . you know, Mad Max, kid?"

"That's a movie, right?"

"Yeah, it's with Mel Gibson before he went nuts, and he's living in this crazy world after a nuclear war or whatever, and everybody's fighting for gasoline to keep their cars running, and for food, and for women, and I guess if you're a woman, then for men, and everybody's fighting for whatever, and the whole world's a wreck. That's what it'll be like if things fall apart. We'll all be trying to kill one another for the last candy bar, and the Amish will be carrying on like tomorrow. Maybe we should become Amish, what do you say?"

"Uh, I hate having a beard, so probably not."

"That's why you're a DDD. You're well-groomed. We'll be looking good for the apocalypse, huh?"

Unsure of what to say, Jake just says "Yeah," and Lonnie turns up AC/DC on the radio and sings along to "Back in Black," until he pulls the van over and says, "Here's our stop. I tell you one thing. It might be cool to be Amish after Armageddon or whatever, but I'm glad we're not now. Do you know why?"

"No rock and roll?"

"Well, that would stink too. But I was thinking of making our deliveries. It takes us all day as is. If we had to do it by horse and buggy, it'd take us all week. We'd never get done. Plus we'd have to stare at a horse's ass all day."

Jake now has something else to be thankful for tomorrow.

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Basic Training Is Basically Draining (20 November 2012)

Exhausted, but also seemingly unable to sleep, Donald lies in his bunk during the middle of the night and wonders again if he made the right decision in joining the army. He had hoped that having drill sergeants yell at him all day and make him do push-ups would batter any remnants of an existential crisis into pieces, but so far questions about the point of living continue to bubble within him. The only difference now is that they bubble within him when he's standing at attention, when he's being yelled at for eyeballing, and when he's crawling through mud. Even shooting guns, which is quite exciting otherwise, just spurs thoughts of why he's shooting the gun. There's a pointless war on drugs, an endless war on terror, maybe there should be a war on stupid wars, since they never seem to solve the nation's problems and only seem to waste lots of money. Masani would probably say yes, he thinks, then he thinks of Masani. Is he going to lose her by being in the army? he wonders. After all, he doesn't know where he'll end up being stationed. He could even end up being sent off to one of the many wars Dick has going around the world, though Donald hopes that Dick won't be president when he gets out of basic training and maybe the wars will wind down as a result. Would she follow him where he goes?

He doesn't see that happening.

He'd like to see that happening, but he doesn't. Would they even be lovers if they hadn't lived in the same house, both retreating from the world in a sort of modernday hermitage in order to lick their wounds, her from her divorce and his from the death of his grandmother?

Probably not, he figures, then realizes it's depressing to analyze the reasons people fall into love, or, at least, bed. In addition to loneliness, lostness, and lust, there are lots of other reasons that don't begin with the letter "l". He might not lose her, or he might have lost her anyway, even if he had remained at the house. At least here, he isn't tempted to stay up half the night pretending to be a super-hero, and watching himself slowly go crazy.

He's too exhausted to even sleep at night, and the army seems to have some sort of fetish for getting up obscenely early in the morning.

Now that's crazy.

The other recruits think he's crazy for joining the army at his age. Even though he's only thirty-four, the other recruits call him "Grandfather". None of them have very good manners, but at least the drill sergeants enforce a bare minimum of politeness in the platoon. As polite as people calling other people "maggots" can be anyway.

Well, it supposedly gets better after the initial training, so that and Christmas break give Donald faith that he can make it if he just sticks to making it through one day at a time, one foot in front of the other during a jog, one hospital corner of the bed at a time, one cleaned rifle part at a time, and so on. One day he'll look up and it will all be over. He may even miss it one day.

Nah.

He does miss Masani though, and wonders how quietly he can masturbate.

Living in a room with a bunch of other dudes does put a damper on one's sex life. But a wank might help him fall asleep so he chances it. The bunk creaks rhythmically until Rodriguez in the bunk below, yells, "Grandpa! What are you doing up there?"

Donald pretends to be asleep and then doesn't have to pretend.

He dreams about beating off his rifle, and, when reveille sounds, wakes up fully cocked and loaded.

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: Stop Discriminating Against Corporate Citizens! (19 November 2012)

Francine reads the online news in disbelief. In Dick's latest desperation maneuver, a phrase Francine has picked up from watching professional wrestling with Jake, he and his campaign have gotten the Supreme Court, most of whom Dick appointed after their predecessors retired suddenly or died in mysterious circumstances, to hear a case arguing that the recent election deprived certain citizens of their civil rights by not permitting them to vote. Dick's campaign is seeking an injunction against the current election recounts, and ultimately wants a new election to be held by the end of the year in which those citizens can vote.

The citizens in question are corporations.

Dick's lawyers claim that there's nothing in the Constitution that requires citizens to be human beings, and that since legal corporations have many of the same legal rights and responsibilities as human beings anyway, it's time that they also have the right to vote and the right to run for political office. As Dick's head lawyer, Buck Anythingfora, a Texan with the charisma of a piece of pondscum and a toupee that resembles a vomited upon Chia Pet, says, "The Constitution says, and I quote, 'We the people of the United States.' It doesn't say, 'We the human beings of the United States.' Corporations are people. They're just not flesh and blood people. They're more like paper and ink people. But they're people. And people shouldn't be discriminated against and have their civil rights deprived. Corporate Americans are affected by the decisions of the government just like flesh and blood people are. They pay taxes. They should have a say in who runs the government. This is a clear case of taxation without representation. I will point out to you today that not a single corporate American has been allowed to hold political office in our history. And that is wrong. Corporate Americans should be allowed to vote and hold office. My client believes that if corporate Americans had been allowed to vote then this recent presidential election would not still be at a stalemate. There would have been a clear winner and that winner would have been my client. Therefore, we are seeking an injunction against the current election recounts, and demanding an appropriate legal remedy to rectify this past discrimination against corporate Americans, and that remedy is to rehold the election and allow find upstanding Americans such as British Petroleum, Exxon Mobil, Wal-Mart, Chevron, General Electric, and Bank Of America to vote and hold office. Why should they be denied the opportunity to serve their country? I mean look at that last one. Bank Of America! How many flesh and blood Americans are so patriotic they have America in their very name? And we don't allow Bank of America to vote! It is not often that I am ashamed to be an American. But I am ashamed to be American when we don't allow a fine patriotic corporate American such as Bank Of America to vote for the candidate of its choice. Furthermore, I think Wal-Mart would make an excellent senator if given the opportunity. Americans love Wal-Mart. Imagine how many voters in Arkansas would be thrilled to send Wal-Mart to represent them in the United States Congress? I tingle thinking about it. We are hopeful that the Supreme Court will do justice and right this shameful tradition we have of not allowing corporate Americans their civil rights. You may say that it's a tradition in this country not to let corporations vote. Well, once upon a time, slavery was a tradition in this country, but we woke up to realize it was evil and we changed things. We should do the same for this lousy tradition of treating corporate Americans as second class citizens. In addition, this will remedy the wrong done to my client by not allowing his biggest supporters to vote for him. Instead they've been forced to limit their participation in our democracy just to donating him millions of dollars, pressuring their workers and customers to vote for him, setting up shadowy frontgroups that appear independent to run ads bashing his opponents, and to sit on their hands, if they had hands, which they don't because they're corporations, come Election Day while all these flesh and blood Americans, many of whom have done very little for the country compared to the achievements of corporate Americans, get to have their say with the ballot. I should point out that those same ballots are made by some fine corporation. But that corporation doesn't get to use the same ballot it manufactures. It almost makes me want to cry. Well, it's time to let corporate Americans have a say too. That's freedom. Freedom of speech. And that's in the Constitution too. God bless America! Thank you!"

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: One Last Snowangel Before You Go (18 November 2012)

First, the maintenance man stole the snowblower.

Second, the landlord was too cheap to buy another one.

Third, the snow came back.

Fourth, the few remaining residents of the apartment building complained that the walks weren't shoveled.

Fifth, Joanne, the property manager, sick of the calls, got out a snow shovel, lit a cigarette, and started shoveling, starting with the sidewalk in the courtyard.

Sixth, her middle-aged heart gave out on her tiny frame.

Seventh, she fell backwards into the snow, her shovel stuck in one last drift, her body stuck in one last snowangel.

Eighth, it continued to snow.

Ninth, Chris kept calling the property manager's cell phone, complaining about the uncleared walks.

Tenth, after nothing was done, the other Chris called the landlord directly and complained, and they fought again about the lease.

Eleventh, the landlord dripped some more greed, but finally got his lazy ass over to the property where he found his manager buried in the snow.

Twelfth, he never told any of the residents, who for the next week kept calling the dead woman's cell phone.

Thirteenth, Chris called the landlord to complain about something else and was told that Joanne was dead.

Fourteenth, touched, she hung a sign announcing the tragedy in the lobby.

Fifteenth, someone crumpled up the sign and threw it in the corner.

Sixteenth, both Chrises tell Francine and Jake the story in Purgatory.

Seventeenth, the snow melted.

Eighteenth, someone somewhere is getting hired to work for a greedy shitforheart like the landlord.

Nineteenth, whenever he feels guilty, the landlord blames the property manager's death on cigarettes.

Twentieth, if we're lucky, hell exists, and someday the landlord will be there shoveling unending piles of shit in the middle of a shitstorm, while a demon runs a snowblower up his asshole.

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: Would You Like To Buy Some Gently Used Snow? (17 November 2012)

Picking up a stuffed moose toy decorated with Christmas lights and staring at it intently, North scratches his right cheek with his right index finger and says to Jake, "Dude, who has a garage sale in November?"

"Man, shut up," Jake says, sitting in a lawn chair in the corner of his parents' garage and trying not to shiver from the chilly temperature.

"Touchy," North says, "How much for the moose?"

"Just take it, dude, I'm not going to charge you," Jake says drinking some coffee that once was hot coffee but now is iced coffee.

"Cool, thanks! Does that mean I can have the singing fish for free too?" North says, picking up a plastic fish on a plaque.

Jake sighs, "Yes, go ahead. No one's coming. I'm going to end up having to drag all this stuff to Goodwill anyway."

"I can give you a hand in return for the fish and moose. You aren't getting rid of any of your old wrestling magazines, are you?"

"No, I hung on to all of those."

"What are you doing with this moose anyway?"

"It was Jackson's. She left it behind when she moved out."

"How come you didn't burn it or something? I mean I'm glad you didn't. I'm going to give it to West. She loves stuffed animals and she loves stupid Christmas stuff, so this is like a win-win where my sis is concerned."

"I had to move out in a hurry, so I just took everything in that apartment. This time I was trying to play it smart and not move things I don't want by having this garage sale."

"But it's November."

"Yeah."

"So it's cold."

"Yeah."

"So no one's coming."

"Yeah, I'm beginning to think that."

"Here comes somebody."

"Who?" Jake stands up and looks down the driveway.

"Frosty the Snowman. It's snowing," North says as he laughs.

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: Horny Housewarming (16 November 2012)

Since Jake moved into the house, he and Francine have been doing their best to turn it into a home. Morning, noon, and night, in the dark and in the light, whenever the urge strikes, especially when Masani's not home, they grope one another and one thing leads to the other, and if they're not careful that sort of thing usually ends up with somebody becoming a mother. Jake has a rash between his legs and Francine's sore so they've slowed down, but they've warmed up the house. Doing it in Francine's room was familiar but fun. Doing it in her closet was an impulse which had something to do with her bending over while doing her laundry, and then they were doing each other in the dirty laundry and making it even dirtier. In their sexual tour of the house, they've explored just about every square foot of the house and every square inch of one another. Masani's room has been left alone, but the bathroom has not. In the shower when they were wet, being dirty while getting clean, the bathroom was christened. They tried the stairs once but Francine complained of rug burn and Jake started slipping, so they finished off back in the flatland of Francine's mattress. The living room couch has a stain, which Jake scrubbed very hard to clear away but still can be seen if one knows where to look. So far, Masani hasn't seemed to notice it. It happened when Jake slipped on a copy of The Pornographic Flabbergasted Emus which had fallen off the coffeetable. They thought of doing it on the coffeetable, but better head prevailed, and they used the dining room table instead, feeling a bit guilty afterwards. Now when they eat at it, Jake can't help but think of what he ate on it that day. Their visit to the kitchen showed even worse judgment, when a few kitchen implements were used as impromptu sex toys and then given a thorough cleaning, and in one case, replaced.

A spatula is not recommended for spanking.

Jake's new room was naturally a stop on the tour, and breaking in the bed was fun except for the very loud squeak of a spring.

Still, it was quieter than Francine.

Donald's new room was left unmolested, leaving only the basement, which Francine found a bit gross, especially when the cats insisted on staring at them the entire time. When one took a break to visit the litter box and the smell of a fresh offering wafted across the basement, Francine called time and they regrouped in her room.

They thought about the attic, but decided against it.

It's good to leave some territory virgin.

Outside was also a thought. But it's been chilly lately, and the thrill of revving up in the garage faded with the first frost.

In addition to being bare in the autumn air, the porch was judged too public.

Lying in Jake's bed and listening to Thin Lizzy, Jake says to Francine, "What about the upstairs hallway?"

"There's no furniture. I don't think that'd be too comfortable."

"Bring a pillow and we'll do it doggie style."

"OK, but make sure the cat doesn't jump on my back again."

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Blog Love Omega Glee: Please Don't Light A Campfire In The House (15 November 2012)

The house smells like bacon, long after Jake fired and fried it up, and then left for work. "That boy likes to eat a lot of meat," Masani thinks, lighting a candle on the coffeetable in the living room in order to smell something else other than a crispy dead pig.

Masani settles in her favorite chair to read a Gian Notte novel (The Grappler Grips A Gun) that Jake recommended to her. The Christmas Cookie candle soon starts to make the room smell less like a dead but delicious animal. Francine comes downstairs. She sniffs. "Are you baking?" she asks Masani.

"No, it's a Christmas Cookie candle. I found it in the basement with some old Christmas stuff Donald's grandmother had left. By the way, the cats seem to spend a lot of time down there."

"Lots of new stuff to sniff and explore with all those boxes down there. Jake says they like to eat centipedes too. He thinks they hunt them down there."

"Centipedes? They eat centipedes?"

"Sure, after they play and torture them to death."

"Yuck! I'm glad that I'm not a cat."

"Hey, your candle went out!"

Masani gets up, "It was near the end. I'll just drop a couple matches in the glass and see if I can get the rest of the wax to burn."

She takes a pack of matches from a cousin's wedding last decade, tears a matchstick out, and strikes it. It doesn't light. She tries again and it lights up. She drops it in the glass casing of the candle, where it quickly burns out. She lights another matchstick and drops it near the remains of the wick, but it too goes out. Masani tears out a few sticks, but doesn't light them. Instead, she drops them around the wick in the remains of the wax. Then she lights another match and drops it in the center where it catches a couple of the others and the candle is burning again.

"So that's the trick, huh? I always wondered how you used up all the wax," Francine says, "That candle's making me hungry. Maybe we should bake some cookies."

"Sugar, we need more sugar for that."

"Well, I'll settle for anything at the moment. Do you want anything from the fridge?" Francine asks as she heads to the kitchen.

Masani shakes her head, staring at the flames beginning to rise out of the glass casing. The whole jar seems to be aflame, a stunning mix of blue, red, yellow, and orange. Entranced, Masani watches the flames shoot up, then dance to the side, then drop, seemingly snuffed, only to rise again with a boiling hiss of wax.

"Whoa!" Francine says, coming back into the room and munching on a cinnamon graham cracker, "That's quite a campfire you have going there!"

Masani looks away from the flame and smiles at Francine, "Uh, I must have used one too many matches."

Then she turns back to the candle as a flame shoots straight up, almost touching the ceiling. "Ah!" Masani yells, "Get some water!"

Francine drops her cracker and runs into the kitchen. Masani stares at the inferno in the middle of the coffeetable and wonders if the whole thing will catch fire, and how she can smother it if Francine doesn't get the water in time. She remembers the candle's lid and shoves it over the top and the flame turns to smoke. She lets go of the lid before she gets burned and it falls off but the fire's out. Smoke erupts from what was once a candle, hitting the ceiling and spreading across it. The smoke alarm goes off. Francine runs back into the living room with a glass of water, trips on the dining room rug, and soaks Masani with a glass of water. "Oh my God, I'm sorry!" she says, then looks at the blackened glass that once was a candle, "Is it out?"

Masani wipes some water from her eyes and says, "It's out, but maybe we should open a window or turn on a fan to get rid of this smoke."

Francine coughs and walks over to the smoke detector near the stairs and waves her hand under it in hopes that it will stop blaring.

"And Francine?"

"Yes."

"Please don't ever tell Donald that I nearly burned down the house."

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 Mystery Of The Missing Water Bill (14 November 2012)

"So let me get this straight," Jake says, spooning up some morning cereal, "You guys haven't had a water bill for years?"

"Yep!" Francine says, crunching on some toast, as they sit at the dining room table.

"I don't understand."

"That's OK. Neither do we."

"We still have water, right?"

"As far as I know."

Jake gets up from the table and goes into the kitchen, where he turns on the faucet. Water pours out. He shuts it off and returns to the table, "We still have water."

"Let's hear it for indoor plumbing!" Francine cheers, "I understand though. I used to worry about the water getting shut off when I first moved in."

"When was the last time you got a bill?"

"I think that was back when Donald's grandmother was alive. After she dies, he put all the utilities in his name, and he said he never received a bill from the Department of Water. He used to call up every few months and ask for a bill, but he'd have to wait on hold for an hour and then when someone finally answered they'd always tell him not to worry. They had a new billing system and they were getting it up and running, and he'd get a bill next quarter. Then next quarter would arrive but no bill from the Cleaveland Department Of Water would."

"How come you get it from Cleaveland?"

"Like a lot of the suburbs, Believer Heights doesn't have its own water department. Cleaveland takes care of it."

"Well, that explains why it's fucked up, huh? It's Cleaveland."

"Donald even went downtown in person to the Water department's office, and he got the same line. 'We have a new billing system. You'll get a bill next quarter.' Eventually he quit worrying about it. he just set aside money for when the monstrous water bill ever arrives. I think he's half-hoping it never does."

"So basically I don't have to worry about paying the water bill, huh?" Jake says, then drinks the remainder of the milk in his cereal bowl.

"Pretty much. But we'll just split it four ways if it finally does arrive. Your share should just be a few thousand dollars."

"Hey, I just moved in!"

"But you're a very thirsty boy, Jake.

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: Oh, The Things I'm Going To Do To You (13 November 2012)

Still trying to get a read on crosstown traffic, Jake leaves way too early for class tonight and arrives way too early.

So, of course, he uses his spare time wisely by watching wrestling promos on the Internet, using the classroom computer.

Ron Ironinbed, gearing up for another championship run, faces the camera wearing nothing but his usual too small trunks, and, judging from the way his body glistens, what seems to an entire bottle of canola oil. He glares into the camera, "You know what? I'm sick of you people. You're always booing me. You're always cheering when I get beat. But I know why you hate me. I used to just think you were homophobic, but it's not that. You know I'm better than you. That's right. You recognize me as superior. You're jealous. You want me to fail because then you'll feel better about the miserable little failures you call your lives. But I've got news for you. I'm done with losing. I'm tried of being Mr. Nice Guy. I'm going to tear through that locker room like a hyperactive child opening presents on Christmas morning. I'm going to whip more ass than the busiest dominatrix in Washington D.C., and you know how much the politicians in that town like to get kinky! I'm going to make my opponents submit more than the toppest top makes the bottomest bottom! I'm going to beat your favorite wrestlers like they're eggs and I'm a short order cook at the greasiest spoon in town and I've just done a truckload of meth! I'm going to punch and pin wrestlers more than the way the drunks treat the only operating automated teller machine on a street with a row of bars on Saturday night and all the drunks need more money to get drunker and they can't remember their personal identification numbers so they keep punching in random PINs hoping they get lucky. I'm going to kick more tail than a kung fu fight in a room full of cats! I'm going to slam more bodies stiff than the male porn star who takes the longest to work up to the money shot! I'm going to squeeze the life out of my foes more than the government squeezes tax dollars out of your paycheck! I'm going to crack more spines than the speediest speed reader on vacation in a public library! I'm going to brain more brawlers and make them bawlers than Albert Einstein playing speed chess against the entire Princeton football team! I'm going to bop more than a room full of jazz musicians playing a tribute to Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie. I'm going to mash more than your mom does making her yucky potatoes! I'm going to bash more than New Year's Eve! I'm going to crash more than a drunk driver! I'm going to dash more hopes than one of those chefs on tv who likes to sprinkle salt into everything! I'm going to cash more bucks as the greatest wrestling star of all time than that check cashing place you went to to get a payday advance so you could afford to see me! I'm going to gash more blood than your ugly girlfriend does when it's her time of the month yet you still insist on doing her! I'm going to hash more heads than the busiest coffeehouse in Amsterdam! I'm going to lash more than a hooker trying to get one more john before she calls it a night! I'm going to rash more than poison ivy! I'm going to trash more records than a radio station that's stupid enough to throw out all its vinyl! I'm going to flash more moves than a projector in a movie theater! I'm going to Clash more than Mick Jones and Joe Strummer! I'm going to glass more jaws than broken bottles used in a barroom brawl at one of those awful dives you people like to hang out in! I'm going to slash more budgets than electing a Libertarian to a government office! I could go on but by now even you idiots should get the picture! So, keep booing me. I'll eat your hatred and make you hate me even more when I beat your favorite wrestler! So keep taunting me! I'll return your taunts with win after win in the ring! I am Rod Ironinbed. Do you hear the thunder? Here comes the lightning! The Lightning Rod will strike you down!"

With that Rod spins, growls, and poses down for the camera. As is customary for his promos, the camera zooms in on his trunks, showcasing whatever large object he's shoved in them that day.

Today it looks like a butternut squash.

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: Losing The Battle Of The Thermostat, Winning The Frigid Life (12 November 2012)

Living with the ladies is like living in a refrigerator, Jake realizes, especially as the autumn deepens and the temperature drops. He stands in front of the thermostat downstairs wearing his white, ragged thermal underwear. Standing in the darkened house, he must look something like an apparition, he thinks, so he flips on a light. He stares some more at the thermostat. It's currently set to 60 degrees, which Jake used to think was warm, but that was because 60 degrees was usually only the temperature outside, never inside. His parents kept the temperature at 69 degrees year round day and night (because as Dad likes to say, it's a delightful number), but Francine and Masani, to save money, only raise the thermostat to 65 degrees during the day. When Jake complained that it was too cold, Masani told him to wear a sweater and Francine said, "Wait until you see your first gas bill and you'll understand. This is a grand old house. It's also a drafty one."

Then they took a house vote.

Jake lost.

Apparently, Donald got the housemates used to lower temperatures, claiming that they preserved his comic book collection better, and Francine and Masani grew used to it. "You also burn more energy at colder temperatures so you'll never need to go on a diet," Masani told him, laughing.

In the house, Jake sometimes expects to walk into a side of beef or a penguin. He's surprised it doesn't snow inside, or that they don't just unplug the refrigerator for the winter to save even more money.

So he rubs his hands together and blows on them for warmth and contemplates raising the temperature while everyone else is asleep. Maybe they'll realize how nice it is to, um, be warm, and let him set the thermostat higher all the time.

On the other hand, if he raises the temperature now, the day will even seem colder when he wakes up. One of the joys of mornings lately has been running downstairs to raise the thermostat up five glorious degrees, and listen to that hot air blow through the registers. Even the cats seem to be cold, despite their fur. Jake often finds them curled up together on the couch.

Jake sticks a finger out about to press the up button on the thermostat when he hears the creak of a floorboard. He looks around. He doesn't see anybody. He raises his finger again, then nearly jumps when something brushes up against his leg.

It meows.

"Monique! What are you doing up?" He scoops the cat up.

Her fur is cool, but he can feel the warmth underneath.

Hmm . . . maybe he should wear the cat as a neckwarmer all day.

He sets the cat down and pets her until she runs to the window. He follows her and moves the curtain to look out.

Snow.

Snow in November.

Welcome to the East side of Cleaveland, he thinks.

Then he wonders if it's warmer outside.

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: Pillpopping Paramedics (11 November 2012)

In the evening, an ambulance sirens past the house and pulls next door. Its revolving lights rotate through the darkened living room. Hearing the sound, Jake comes out of his room and goes to the window. Pushing the curtain aside, he looks to see two paramedics wheeling a stretcher down the neighbor's driveway. Francine comes downstairs and says, "What's going on?"

"I don't know. There's an ambulance at the neighbor's."

Masani comes in the room, "I know he's been sick."

"I don't think I've ever seen that neighbor," Jake says.

"He's not out much. He's pretty old. He's a World War II vet. This is probably not how he wanted to celebrate Veterans Day," Masani says, looking out the window.

"I hope Mr. Noga's all right," Francine says, joining them at the window.

"I hope those guys in the ambulance are all right," Masani says, turning on a light.

"What do you mean?" Francine says, moving to the couch.

"Umm, umm. When my uncle was sick last year, my aunt had to call for the ambulance once. She said the paramedics were pillheads. They were more concerned with scooping up my uncle's medications than with seeing if he was all right and getting him to the hospital. She said they were looking all around the house and they kept asking her if he had any pain pills. She thought they were up to no good. She'd read in the newspaper about pillpopping paramedics who pocket pills from patients."

"What do they do with them?" Jake asks, turning away from the window since there hasn't been any action since the paramedics enter the house.

"Sugar, I don't know, but I can guess."

"Snort 'em," Francine says.

"Or sell 'em. Who knows? Anyway, they kept bugging her about wanting to take his medications with him in the ambulance, but she told them she'd take the medications with her, and finally to get them off her back she told them he didn't have any pain pills, even though he did. My aunt doesn't like lying, but she always says the devil gets what the devil deserves. They must have believed her, because finally, they actually got down to business and loaded my uncle into the ambulance."

"Is that Leroy?" Francine asks.

"Yep. Uncle Leroy. Well, once they got him in the ambulance they asked him if he had any pain pills, but he was out of it and didn't know my aunt was suspicious of the paramedics, so he told them he did. When they heard he had oxycodone or whatever, they were back out of the ambulance in a shot and began bugging my aunt for the medications again. She finally had to yell at them to get them on their way to the hospital. She made sure to dump out the pain pills in the trash before she left. And when they all got to the hospital, one of the paramedics asked again about the pills, and in front of the nurse or whatever, my aunt just finally gave in and gave him the medications. She figured it was either legit or the nurse was in on the racket too so it was a no win situation. But the pain pills were gone, so they probably weren't too happy when they found that. Anyway, my uncle did get the rest of his medications eventually."

"What did she think they were going to do with someone else's prescriptions?" Jake says, scratching his head.

"Oh, my innocent child. What do you think? They were going to take the pills. They might just steal them outright, or swap them for sugar pills or something so the patient doesn't know they're gone."

"That's pretty shitty," Jake says, "What if the patient needs the medication?"

"Honey, the greedy don't care about anything but their greed, and the addict doesn't care about anything except getting high."

"That's pretty sad when the people you call for help try to rip you off," Francine says.

"Yes," Masani says, "And there's no prescription that can fix that."

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: Cain Vs. Abel: The Rematch (10 November 2012)

With a little help from his brother, Mark Cain won the American championship last week. Tonight on Grapple Groove, he comes down to the ring to celebrate and taunt the fans about his victory. Looking like he just stumbled out of a tanning bed, Muscular Mark holds his golden championship belt above his head and then brings it down to start kissing it.

Announcer Felix Fatality groans, "Not the tongue!"

The other announcer Steve Dore states mildly, "He apparently loves being the champion."

The arena crowd boos loudly. Cain finally throws the belt over his left shoulder and picks up a microphone. "I told you to 'Mark my words' before my match with Bob Bluecollar, but none of you believed in me. But that was fine because one person believed in me. Well, two people counting myself, but one other person who wasn't me, and I'd like to bring him down here right now. My brother Abel Cain!"

"I still can't get over the fact that his name is Abel Cain. What were his parents thinking?" Fatality says.

"It's wrestling, Felix. It's best not to ask too many questions," Dore says.

Meateating metal pours out of the arena speakers and as the guitars shred, the drums crunch, and the bass bumbles, a tall, handsome man with a wide smile comes down the entrance ramp and waves at the fans, who tend to respond by flipping him off and throwing at him empty plastic glasses that once held beer.

Abel enters the ring and the brothers embrace. "I couldn't have done it without your faith in me, bro," Mark says.

"If by faith, he means clubbing his opponent from behind while the referee had his back turned, I'd agree," Fatality says.

Abel grabs a microphone too. "That's right, and we're going to get those tag team belts soon too."

The brothers high five.

"I want to puke," Dore adds.

Mark kisses his belt again as Abel continues, "And, as promised, I get the first shot at the title, right?"

Mark drops the belt and looks shocked at his brother. "That was the deal, right?" Abel says, looking puzzled at his brother's shocked expression.

Mark holds up his right hand, "Whoa, bro! You misunderstood me. I said if I ever lost the title, then I'd help you get a title shot, like you helped me. This way we could keep the belt in the family. But we aren't fighting each other. We're family, right?"

Abel punches his brother in the face, right near his new American flag tattoo, and storms out of the ring.

"Thanksgiving's going to be a little awkward at the Cain house this year, Steve," Fatality 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: Can We Now Please Please Please Stop Talking About Politics For A While? (9 November 2012)

Masani sits in the living room reading while Monique the cat leans up against her--shedding on Masani's nice red sweater--back feet curled into Masani's left hand. Coming out of his room, Jake says, "It looks like you've got a new friend."

Masani looks up, "Oh, yes. We've become good pals. I've been after Donald to let us have a cat for a long time. I'm glad he finally broke down when you moved in."

She pets Monqiue, who gets up and stretches her back into an arch that resembles a sideways letter "C" with a tail, a feline cedilla. Monique jumps off the couch and runs up to Jake, who bends down and pets her. Monique meows. "Where's your buddy?" Jake says to the cat.

Monqiue doesn't answer, except to lean in for more petting, but Masani does. "I think she's behind the tv."

"Still?" Jake says, and goes to look behind the tv and its stand.

Two green eyes amid black fur look up at him and meow. "You can come out now. It's safe. Your sister's been out all day, and no one's eaten her, really," Jake says.

"I am kind of hungry though," Masani adds.

Rudy sticks her head out and gets it petted. Jake scoops her up, "See, it's all right. There are lots of new things to sniff."

He sets her down by her sister, who promptly sniffs the other cat's ass.

"I'm glad humans don't greet one another that way," Masani says, watching the two cats.

"You didn't poop back there, did you?" Jake says, looking behind the tv.

"No, I usually poop in the bathroom," Masani says, chuckling.

"Uh, not you," Jake says, then adds, "Sorry, I talk to the cats a lot."

"That's all right. I'll only get worried if they start talking back."

Rudy lets out a loud meow.

"In English, that is," Masani adds, "I don't mind the meowing. At least they're not talking about politics. I'm sick of hearing about the presidential election. I was hoping we could stop talking about politics for a while after election day, but that thing's going to drag on for weeks. At least Francine's at work. Otherwise we'd be talking about right now. Oh, I guess we are. Sorry."

"It is a mess, isn't it?" Jake says, bending down to pet Rudy and Monique at the same time.

"Yes, sometimes I think this whole country needs a litterbox," Masani says, turning back to her book.

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: I Can't Believe I'm Talking With Somebody Who Actually Believes The TV News (8 November 2012)

Francine leaves Purgatory in a huff after getting in an argument with a fellow customer about the presidential election. The old man actually believes that Florida really has lost track of the presidential election, and only the presidential election, on the state's electronic voting machines. "I've done that on my computer. I meant to save a file and just erased the darn thing. It could happen," he told her, before Francine told him, "I can't believe I'm talking with somebody who actually believes the news on tv," and got her coffee to go.

Coffee steaming in the November afternoon chill, Francine walks past the trees bare and down the street bleak, back to the house. Even though she doesn't know exactly what happened to the Florida votes, she knows it wasn't the result of a strange, innocent glitch in the electronic voting software like the tv news reports, reports based not on investigation, but on someone in authority saying something is so, and usually an authority with a vested interest whom one should be skeptical of. It's like the time the election software engineer died in a plane crash.

Conveniently, for certain people in power whom the engineer used to work for, the week before he was supposed to testify about the suspicious 2004 election.

Just like then, Francine knows that something's not right.

How does she know?

Her gut.

Unfortunately, her gut won't convince others, so she has to gather facts. Even with all motives questioned and evidence sorted, it's still going to be a bit of a mystery. One thing's for certain though; the presidential election is a mess. O'Couscous won only one state, but the state she won was the biggest: California. Dick somehow held onto most of the states Republicans usually win in the South and Midwest, though given his unpopularity and the exit polls which showed him losing in many of those states, Francine wonders how. Polipo won most of the rest and gathered the most electoral votes but not enough to win, since Florida's vote is missing and now has to be handcounted, which could take weeks, and in Ohio, of course it's Ohio, the vote is being disputed. Polipo is demanding a recount of the election supposedly won by Dick with a margin of only 57 votes. If Polipo gets either Florida or Ohio, he wins. Dick has to win them both, and somehow convince O'Couscous's electors, who are a bunch of porn stars, to be faithless and cast their votes for him instead of her when it's electoral college time. To further the confusion, Dick's pick of Louis Carson Fir to replace the deceased Rob Poorpeople as his running mate is being disputed by Vice-President Clinton, who claims Dick told her at one point that he wanted to replace Poorpeople with her.

As a political blogger, Francine loves it. As Winston Churchill might say, "Democracy is the worst system of government, but at least it's amusing." Actually, that's what Francine says. Churchill said something to the effect that democracy was the worst system of government, except for all the others, which Francine agrees with. Approaching the house, she can't help but smile, for she's also in love, and enjoying having Jake in the house, though she's been downplaying her joy for Masani's sake, who's still getting used to Donald being gone.

When she gets home, a cat greets her, and she sneezes.

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 Government Rips Off The Government (7 November 2012)

Drooling on the phone, half asleep, stuck in voicemail hell, listening to what sounds like a techno version of "Yankee Doodle", Jake thinks again that it was probably a bad idea to call the Board of Elections the day after an election. Finally though, a human picks up. He sounds irate, "Board of Elections. HOW MAY I HELP YOU!?"

Jake coughs and wipes the drool off the phone, "Hi, uh, my name's Jake Falls. I worked as a precinct judge yesterday over in Lackwood."

"Yeah, are the guy who took all the ballots?"

"Uh, no." Jake says, thinking the man probably means Bruce Goose, who stuffed a bunch of ballots down his pants, claiming to snap from the stress, and left for the day, winking at Jake, having told Jake earlier that this was his plan to get paid for a full day's work while only working a half morning.

"Then what are you calling about?"

"I just moved and I need to update my address."

"To vote?"

"Well, I need to do that too, but I was calling mainly to make sure my employment record was updated, so I'd get my check . . ."

"We do direct deposit. Your bank account didn't change, did it?"

"Uh, no."

"Then you should be all set. Is that it?"

"Uh, well, what about my W-2 form for taxes next year? I'm sorry I meant to tell this all to my presiding judge yesterday, but in the rush of things I forgot."

"W-2?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean yes."

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that. We don't send those out."

"You don't?"

"Nah. No one wants to do the paperwork."

"But don't we have to report that to the government?"

"Well, we're the county and they're the feds, but ultimately we all are the government, which means we can do whatever we want."

"So it's all right if I don't report this income on my tax return?"

"I'm not an accountant, bub. But if there's no W-2, there's no record, if you catch my drift. That it?"

"I guess that's it. You don't need my address?"

"Not only do I not need it. I don't want it. I worked a 36-hour day yesterday. I just want to sleep. Just make sure to send it along before next spring's primary election so we can hire you again. As long as you're not the guy who stuffed all the ballots down his pants. You're not him, right?"

"Right."

"Great! We'll no doubt want to hire you back if you don't piss me off by staying on the phone after I say bye. Bye."

Jake hangs up.

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 Problems Of Democracy Can Be Solved With More Donuts (6 November 2012)

In the middle of the night, Jake gets up in his old room, which appears strangely unfamiliar to him since he's emptied quite a bit of it during his gradual move, takes a shower in which he tries unsuccessfully to wake up, gets dressed zombiestyle, eats a bowl of cereal in the dark, and then stumbles down a few blocks to the corner church where last night he and the other election workers set up things for today's voting. Jake wonders a bit about the supposed separation of church and state when an election is occurring in a church basement, but he's soon too occupied, along with his fellow poll workers, with getting things ready for the voters' arrival at 6:30, to worry about that.

Soon he has other things to worry about.

Like running out of donuts. One precinct quickly runs out of "I Voted Today" stickers because they got shorted, and another actually runs out of ballots, but the poll workers deal with the donut dilemma first, taking a vote among themselves as to who should run out and get some more donuts. Since a lot of his fellow poll workers are senior citizens and it's raining outside ("My arthritis is acting up. I better just sit here."), Jake gets voted in as Donut Dasher. Bruce Goose, working another precinct across the basement, vouches for Jake, "Don't worry, ladies. This kid knows how to pick donuts."

It's hard to take a country seriously when it's system of governance depends on little old ladies who argue about who ate the last donut.

As Jake leaves, he already sees lines starting to stretch outside the building. Francine would probably say something like "Americans' naive faith in democracy never fails to be amusing" but Jake just thinks of the long day ahead of him.

But first, donuts. Jake makes his way to his parents' house to get his car. He makes the mistake of stopping inside, where his dad also puts in an order for donuts, but fortunately Mom's already left for work so she doesn't place a donut order as well.

Jake drives to Don's Donuts, where, inside, old men sit at the donut bar drinking coffee and complaining about politics.

"They should vote all the bastards out."

"What about the bitches?"

"Vote them out too!"

Jake just chooses one kind of each donut, aware that there is no way to please the pollworkers nor his father and this is the timeliest solution.

Hmm . . . Jake wonders how long he can stay away from the polls.

After paying for the donuts and picking up his four boxes, he decides not to risk playing hooky from work, and heads straight back to his house where he parks his car, gives his father his dozen ("Ach! I told you no jelly-filled!"), and walks back to the church, hoping he doesn't trip and spill donuts everywhere.

The overcast skies turn on the taps and rain pours down and Jake laments not having an umbrella with him, and then realizes he probably couldn't carry an open umbrella and three dozen donuts anyway.

When he gets back to the church basement, he's quite wet, but he's somehow managed to keep the donuts dry. He hears Bruce Goose loudly telling voters whom to vote for ("And I'm a precinct judge, baby, so I should know!"), then all the pollworkers halt the polls and attack the donuts.

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 Fast Food As Thought Control (5 November 2012)

Sitting in Caffeine Eden, Jake waits out the rain for a bit before he has to walk over to start setting up the polling place in the basement of the church down the street. He stares down at his cup of coffee and realizes that he probably shouldn't be drinking it, since after getting the polling place set up he has to go right to bed in order to wake up bright and early to open up the polls. Fortunately, he's staying at his parents' house tonight so he won't have to get up even earlier in order to drive across town.

"Hey, Jim," he hears a familiar voice say behind him.

Jake looks up to be greeted by Larry's wrinkled but smiling face, and Larry sits down at Jake's table. "Oh, hey there! How are you doing?" Jake says.

"Not bad, not bad. How about you? I haven't seen you much lately," Larry says, taking a sip of coffee.

"Oh, I moved to the East side," Jake says, beginning to plan a graceful escape.

"Huh? They're all assholes over there! Why'd you move there?"

"Uh, you know, I guess I wanted to get my own place," Jake says, then chugs some coffee so he can use the excuse of finishing his coffee to leave, but he burns his tongue, so he spits out some coffee and it lands on his jeans.

"You OK there?" Larry says, looking somewhat alarmed, "The special must be strong today, huh?"

Jake slaps his chest with his right hand and coughs. He waves his left hand in front of his face, "No, no. I just had a tuna burrito at Fish Taco King. It must not be playing nicely with the coffee in my stomach."

"Fish Taco King. You ought to be careful with that place."

Even knowing he'll regret it, Jake still feels compelled to ask, "Why's that?"

"Ask yourself this, my friend. You know the food there is really cheap. How can they sell it so cheaply? How do they make money? Well, they don't care about making money on it. If they thought that no one would get suspicious, they'd give it away for free. It's the drugs. They put drugs in their food which sap the will. That's why they have so many corporate sponsors. Look at all the advertising in the restaurant. Have you ever seen another restaurant with advertising everywhere?"

"Well, I have noticed that, but I thought that was just their business model. That, you know, they sell food cheap, but the customer also gets a sidedish of marketing."

"Must . . . buy . . . car. Have you ever felt like that coming out of there?"

"Uh, no."

Larry takes a sip of coffee, "Actually, all this talk of food has made me realize that I'm kind of hungry myself. I wouldn't ever eat that fast food thought control shit though, no matter how cheap they make it. Hey, I heard a good joke the other day."

Jake doesn't say anything, knowing Larry will carry on whether he says anything or not, and, of course, Larry does, holding up his coffee, "You know what would go good with this?"

This time Larry waits for a response, and, after an awkward silence, Jake finally says, "What?"

"Pussy," Larry says, slapping his right knee and laughing.

Jake decides not to wait for the rain to stop anymore.

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 Stolen Hour Gets Returned (4 November 2012)

In her dream, Francine comes out of the shower, wraps a towel around herself, and is about to get dressed--her bathroom appears to be part of a huge walk-in closet--when her phone plays a shortened version of "Teenage Kicks" by The Undertones announcing that she has a new message. Why she has her phone in the shower she doesn't quite understand, but her dream self rolls with it, and finds it's a text from her friend Dyani, which is strange because Dyani is dead. Nevertheless, Francine is excited to hear from her as they haven't talked in years and since Dyani died, Francine has assumed that she would never talk to her again. The message reads, "Are you busy? I wanted to drop by." Rather than send a text back, Francine just looks up from her phone and says, "Sure!"

Dyani walks in the door. Francine's heard of the quick and the dead, but she's never heard that the dead were quick. Dyani looks as she did when Francine last saw her years ago. She's a little chubby, a little pale, and a lot stylish. Her hair is cut short except for long bangs which stick out to the left side a bit, and a long red streak runs through the middle of her otherwise jet black hair. She's dressed in nylon stockings, a denim mini-skirt, and a white shirt that says in large black letters, "What's your excuse?" Francine gives her a hug, "Dyani! I can't believe you're here. I never thought I'd see you again! How are you here? I thought you were dead."

Dyani says, "I am dead."

Francine wraps the towel tighter around herself, and Dyani says, "I just came to tell you something."

As Dyani begins to speak, Francine wakes up to find herself lying on her mattress next to Jake, who is loudly snoring. She shoves Jake in the back and he rolls over and the snoring ceases. Francine rolls over herself and tries to get back to the dream, but she's too awake. She shudders a bit at Dyani visiting her in the dream. It's a tad creepy to get a visit from the dead, even if it's just her subconscious dressing up a concept as Dyani. Or maybe it was Dyani visiting her. If so, what did she want to tell her? Francine wonders. Maybe Dyani was passing back into the universe, her singular essence about to be absorbed back into the everything, and she came to say goodbye. Or, if she were a manifestation of Francine's unconscious, then what did she represent? Why Dyani? Francine hasn't thought much about her since this summer when she heard the news that she died. While the dead die and lie, the living live on, and Francine got caught up in other things. She looks at Jake across the mattress and smiles. She puts an arm around him and pulls close to his warm body.

Jake starts snoring again.

Francine shoves him again. Jake says, "Huh? What kjuadsek kga asgaqb?" and rolls over.

Francine sits up. She is thankful that daylight savings time is finally over and the hour that was stolen from her in the spring has finally been returned. She's been sleepy since March. Maybe Dyani came to remind her to set her clocks in the fall back, or to check the batteries in the smoke alarms, Francine thinks. Maybe she and Jake should have gone out last night. If they were in a bar and it hit closing time, it would jump back an hour, leaving another hour for drinking.

Hmm . . . Francine decides that it's better they didn't go out. Last night had to be the biggest drunk driving night of the year.

Jake starts snoring again.

She leaves Jake to his snoring and goes downstairs to his new room and sleeps in his new bed. She dreams no more of the dead.

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.