Monday, October 31, 2011

The Saturation of A Few Oddities

The dark literary gods in the fifth hemisphere according to Ritoen have sent a couple of phantasms holding neon-green colored body bags, punctured with a hole or two, dripping some kind of gooey substance on my desk that doesn't stink, but shapes itself into odd little creatures with bat wings who love to stick out their tongues at me. Helps with the writing of my latest venture into my fiction.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Nanobot Antibiotic

Disengaged purple gremlin nanobots to fight my sinusitis. Figure they could cause a quicker damage, rather than regular prescribed meds...

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Cartwheels...

Beaker clones love doing cartwheels when you 're not looking.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Concocting Some Potions...

Sending my Beaker clones off to concoct a potion that will give me some creative ideas....just gotta make sure it doesn't give me hallucinations, much like the ones I had last time including cyclopean clowns chewing Juicy Fruit and blowing bubbles and doing the Regan MacNeil spider-walk....

Monday, October 24, 2011

Life

When Life throws you a curve ball, you have two choices: one, you can stand there and be hit in the face over and over or, two, return the favor by throwing a twenty-pound sledge hammer back at Life. At least that's what my seven-foot robot gnome seems to think.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Beakers At Large

My Beaker clones have created mutant pumpkins with teeny-weeny feet and arms with really, really bad attitudes. I've been having trouble stopping them from bouncing around in the house, scaring the dogs. Nothing like using a butcher knife to wield authority.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

In The Crawlspace...

In the crawlspace under my house my Beaker clones have been working very hard in their laboratory. They were so happy the other day, informing me they constructed a robot maid to clean the house.

I was happy to hear about it!

However, every time I come home from work I find it lounging in the recliner watching TV and drinking quart after quart out of a case of Valvoline 5W-30 oil. It told me 10w-30 doesn't agree with it, giving it a bad case of diarrhea.

That day I tried staying clear of the bathroom...

At any rate, it orders me to fix dinner, do the dishes, take out the trash, do the laundry, scratch its back, rub its shoulders, and feed it nuts and bolts out of a bowl while it gets excited over the custom motorcycles on the show, American Chopper.

I feel something has gone wrong here.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Ear Tickling

Nanobot literary gremlins wearing purple mohawks with an addiction to crushed beets love to tickle your ears.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Washing Machines...

are not for Rabid Tribbles who wish to take baths. Their color runs if washed in hot water, each coming out in rainbow colors.

Saturday, October 1, 2011