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Life is a twenty-piece order of Chicken McNuggets from the local McDonalds. Life turns out to be super cheap and kind of gross when you think about it and incredibly delicious in a crass sort of ...


Don’t hit on the cute girl in the Salvation Army, Mike, just don’t. Nothing good will come from this and you know it. Seriously, get yourself together, you know that nothing about that idea can p...


Maybe the characters in the classic-rock-radio staple story-song “Piano Man” wouldn’t be so depressed if they didn’t have to listen to Billy Joel. Maybe this guy Davy is completely happy with his...


In a thousand years, priests and scholars will still have their debates about history, whether they engage in holograms or in hovels, whether the arguments are in cave paintings or in non-fiction...


So, do you want the good news or the bad news? I figured, most want good news first. After that, though, do you want the bad news or the worse news? Should’ve assumed that too. I’ll just start. T...


I often wonder about the people who ended up becoming the various parts of Frankenberry. You know, Frankenberry the breakfast mascot, along with Count Chocula and Boo Berry, part of the Holy Trin...


Atlas didn’t shrug, at least the times that Ms. Rand said he did. Atlas didn’t need to shrug from exhaustion or despair, anyway, Atlas was very rarely actually the one holding our earth up there ...


Minnie Driver was six feet tall and on the set of “Good Will Hunting” Matt Damon had to stand atop three apple boxes just outside the camera’s frame, so he might appear taller than the female lea...


Whenever “Gilligan’s Island” comes up in conversation, invariably we’ll get around to the idea that if the Professor was so brilliant, why wasn’t he able to build a raft and get back to Hawaii? A...


There used to be a time when teevee stations would sign-off for the evening, one-thirty in the morning, after the late show, after Letterman or whatever. They’d run the National Anthem or a praye...


I went to the K-Mart going-out-of-business sale to mourn an America that has now passed away, no less grotesque in its consumerism but certainly less invasive. An America past where at least the ...


God not as a Norse-Christian hairy thunderer nor hippie-dippy New Age cosmic muffin but God, God as the ocean, God as the sea. God, vast bottomless ancient insanely powerful, powerful in a way th...


God sat at Her desk, being interviewed for some documentary: “Humans, not my best work, I’ll admit. Kind of a rush-job. I was having trouble with the husband at the time, most of R&D was tied...


“We could call the band The Cognitive Dissidents,” Ethan considered, “you know, like, a pun on the phrase Cognitive Dissonance?” “I know what cognitive dissonance is,” Julia acquiesced, “but don’...


Aren’t we all just on the run from a collection of ever-shifting ghosts within the mazes that are the insides of our minds? Aren’t we all just sprinting from one place to another, eating our grie...


If God’s like a genie in a lamp but you only get one wish, I certainly wasted mine early. It felt necessary at the time, but I was just a child, I didn’t know the life I’d have laid out for me, t...


Nearly everyone remembers the scene in “Peter Pan” when his shadow tries to escape from its attachment then Wendy captures and manages to sew it back on, yes? Have you ever wondered why his shade...


I’m astonishingly lucky that my favorite curse word “damn” is considered a relatively tame one. You may not want to say it in front of a child or in church unless you’re quoting from the Bible ve...


In every timeline where we killed Hitler early, things ended up as least as bad. Usually worse. Here at Zeitgeist Time Management, sitting outside of causality, we learned this the hard way. Ever...


Sometimes I feel my life has been defined by how few risks I’ve taken, how little stomach I have them. I can’t even parallel park for fear of smashing someone’s car, every driver’s test I’ve take...


“Gramma,” Jasmine asked, “one more tonight?” “All right,” her grandma pretended to chide but was happy to oblige, “one more then your mom says you must sleep for school tomorrow.” “Oh-kaaay,” the...


The machine did its job, for better and for worse, it froze me in 1998 and I woke up twenty years later. My closest family dead, my last relationship a shamble, a cryogenics experiment seemed a d...


In the development of the NSA’s dur-a-sim android series, as body doubles, spies and assassins when the use of a human agent was uncalled for, the sticking point near the end of the process was o...


Henry David Thoreau wrote about the thrills of splendid isolation in the vastness of his New England wilderness in a cabin a mile-and-a-half from town, where he could walk back to the family home...


When Andre Roussimoff’s eyes opened again, he was in the back of a truck in the fields of France, just like when he was young, even though even then he had not been small. He’d been Andre The Gia...


Book Description

Wherein the typist shares flash fiction experiments from writing groups.