Last weekend Dr. Maximillian Tundra was lucky enough to go away for the weekend on a roadtrip with his buddies.
It was nearly the last thing he ever did.
After stopping for a delightful (if artery-hardening) breakfast buffet at the Husky station near London, Max decided that he should use the facilities before they hit the road.
It was an automated bathroom, and something bad was happening to them. The urinal was okay, but the faucets had Max doing a routine reminiscent of Lucille Ball. They were the kind that have little sensors that detect when you’re hands are underneath them, and only dispense water when they are. Unless they’re losing their little robotic minds, or, they’re fucking with you.
In which case, the one you’re hands are under doesn’t work. The one NEXT to you on the right does. So you move over to that faucet and basin — just like Dr. Tundra did — and then it stops.
And the one you were just at starts up.
Repeat several times until you get your hands wet enough to wash and then proceed to the drying stage.
At first, Dr. Tundra was baffled by the paper towel dispenser. Continue Reading →
Hey, it just occurred to me (hi, Mark here) that I’ve been happily plugging away at The Skwib for nearly a year without mentioning my book again. Okay, there’s an ad about it on the sidebar, but we all ignore those, right?
So this is officially half a year we’ve been doing this, and if this week’s generally excellent submissions are any indication, we’ve just gotten started. We are especially pleased to see more satire from across the political spectrum, and practically breathless to see satire that points out the foibles of multiple parties at once. So on to the Carnival of Satire before we pass out:
Everyone knew the Homunculus Brothers were freakin’ brilliant.
New York (The Skwib) — After learning that DC and Marvel Comics were attempting to trademark the term “super-hero”, the media giant Humungous Media quickly moved to trademark (â„¢) the word “the”.