I can't let this one go. Obviously, I was too subtle. So, here is an "in your face" version. Expect future visits to this lab to witness the possible outcomes of whatever flavor of socio-economic inequality you can imagine.

Good news! I instructed the CookieFolk to focus on important matters and ignore their overactive imagination. They quit social media and stopped watching YouTube – and they promised to vaporize into crumbs if they misbehave.

Took a week off work, ignored the news and avoided social media. It was quality time with dogs and cameras - even uploaded a video. But. I did have a weird nightmare involving "Little Bunny Foo Foo".

I could do one of these a day. Forever. Maybe someday I'll explain why. It is getting oddly normal talking to nobody. But is there just 50 days of HBM misery left? Assuming I make it until Nov 4th.

I am having some serious doubts about making it to 2021. DISCLAIMER: the trigger for this was a random thought about the Twilight Zone episode "Stopover in a Quiet Town". And that sad stuffed squirrel.

I am exhausted by news and history. So, today I watched my cat play with a dead wasp. Made me realize. This is me on so many levels for all things "life". Just to clarify. I am the mouse.

Ok. I will try to be less of an ass today than I was yesterday. That is probably the best anyone can hope for anymore in terms of personal growth in this thing called 2020. So. Posted a new blog. Revised.

The end of a VERY bad week, at the end of a bad month - and do I even need to say it? Unfortunately, since time still appears to be linear - I do not have much hope for 2021 either. Anywho. Go Buckeyes!

'Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the land? Suffering and misery, for our fellow man. A question I ask, is - if HE was here; An activist, or - Roman Legionnaire?

This is the hell that never ends. It just goes on and on, my friends. Some mouses - started running it not knowing what it was. But we'll continue running it - forever, just because ...

My cat Madeleine, named after the first feature film zombie, is a Calico that was found in the woods as a few days old kitten. Her colors and markings make it look like she escaped from the grave.

Is poor Ed's torment at the paws of the whimsically evil cat over? Perhaps his mouse friends can also find a few tiny shreds of his dignity left lying around to shove back in the grave with him.

How much longer can Ed serve as a source of amusement for the cat ... before he completely disintegrates? Inquisitive minds would like to know.

I over analyze. Over imagine. Over think. I drove my Literature professors insane. This is their revenge from beyond the grave. For the Universe. Now wishes me dead. Is it "Don't touch the sides" - for an Edtopsy?

Noodle Noggin 2? Anyway. I went to college not far from Punxsutawney. And I lived only a few miles from Woodstock - where Groundhog Day was filmed. But. My life won’t be complete. Until? I see Buckeye Chuck. And? His shadow.

I’m sorry. But like Pinky. Socially? Emotionally? Needswisey? I am a toddler. It’s that simple. What’s on the surface – is all there is to me. The things I am VERY suspicious of? Coincidences, games and manipulation. Which is why – for trust – I always need the WHOLE truth. Good. Or bad. (P.S. – For anyone who cares … I am over Twitter for now.)