Cosmic Muffin Week is the semi-discontiguous sequel to the hybrid screenPlay Playing Shmoe, further-abstracting or refining the observer-participant novel format. At a post-Jerry Grateful dead faux-band dance, a surreal character from another planet hands you a cigarette of splum, mistaking you for a peer the moment you've become aware there are people with dark souls wandering around, hoovering up bright energy.  After a long walk home flat tire, passing drunk aliens (now infected with clear vision) you are slowly ensnared by the visiting mega-government corporation designed to infiltrate our technological centers, seeding high level ideas that will further the development of lasers, they intend to have us shoot into the past (their future) as a way of marking the passage of time exactly, to correct their optical telescopes to view the cosmos real time.  Menacing drugs in pastries keep the population only dimly aware of the street people, AWOL drugged from an alien atmosphere, and cheap intoxicants unavailable in the galactic region of their incarnation.  They paid good afutrocredits for a joint venture Earth vacation, and they're getting their money's worth.       Cosmic Muffins are available on-line, or in original unexpurgated Word Processed flavors.