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Ten thousand years of Roboshrub.

Fangs for the memories.

In today’s state, Roboshrub Incorporated is an entity entirely devoted
to the execution of what normal people would refer to as “bad ideas.”

It was the creator’s original idea that all concepts, whether
useful or not, contribute to the global subconscious level of progress
for the human race. Therefore, we contend that no idea is an unfit
idea, and vow to act on each and every one of them.

Roboshrub Inc.
Public Communications Department

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For your insolence, I condemn you to...

Suffer the Fate of a Thousand Bees!
(Before they go extinct)

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Only once a decade does the pulsar align so I can reach out and see the outside world. Only once--and one time only--in that singular instant, can I make contact.

I decided to use that opportunity to order an ergonomic seat cushion on Amazon.

Family and friends inevitably betray or let you down, but my lumbar will always have my back; close personal friend and magnet Jeff Bezos (A.K.A. Giraffe Bezos) always says this. Maybe one day he'll be more than a simple bookbinder. I doubt it though, since as a rule giraffes don't like money.

But, getting back to the main plot! For the last 85 years I've been sequestered in the galaxy's longest-running trial. Back in the day, a cowboy planet accidentally discovered molecular horses, and used that cursed knowledge to overthrow a neighboring 1920s mob planet. So naturally someone needed to be scapegoated, and that someone was me. Probably because I did it.

Unfortunately it took like FOREVER to find a jury of my peers because I HAVE NO EQUAL and refuse to sit down on public buses; those seats are never clean. Sure, sometimes they wipe them down, but have you ever just kept punching a bus seat until the dust kicks up? It's the opposite of awesome sauce, some type of weak sauce that lacks the willpower to succeed in the dog-eat-sauce world out there.

Once the jury got over themselves they realized the whole farce was just a waste of taxpayer money so they kept doing it. Eventually they all got bored and decided to send the judge to jail. No chance of parole. Serves 'em right, wearing black after labor day. Habeas corpus, monsieur.

I swear, if airline food ever improves, Jerry Seinfeld is out of a job.

That's totally unrelated to the larger narrative, but an important call-out nonetheless. Anyway, turns out the judge pulled some strings and got the whole case closed. In intergalactive court, that's not a good thing; the minute he pushed the big button, the whole courtroom collapsed into itself. By the grace of King Koopa, my ergonomic cushion saved me from the brunt of the disaster and I was able to make it back to normal space time with only the 85-year gap.

It was pretty hard being old. My knees hurt. Grandkids never called. Bees. Bees. Bees.

Walked it all off. Now I'm back in my prime, much like Amazon and the amazing deals you can get on ergonomic seat cushions. It was, in all, a fulfilling journey that led me to change my ways and rekindle many failed or waning relationships, such as the periodic texts I send my dentist to remind them I have teeth.

That's gotta be worth at least 10 friendship points right there.


I'm Back

Whoa, did time just slip up there? Seems like just yesterday I punched a stegosaurus in the knee and stole his roller skates. I attribute my lapse of several years to a bad taco.

The Blogosphere is indeed a changed place. For one thing, it's no longer called the Blogosphere, outside the hipster subculture. That's another thing that's sprung up, those hipsters. Let me tell you, I was decrying the mainstream zeitgeist when those sheeple were still in light-up sneakers, waxing their cowlicks for the third grade class photo. And what did it profit me? Self-satisfaction isn't very satisfying if you can't throw it in the faces of all those who irk you, past, present, and future. It's the future irkers I really can't stand; they sit in potential judgement, and always will.

So, how about that weather? Here at Roboshrub Incorporated we're doing our best — our absolute, level best — to contribute to global warming. When our founder's great-great-great-great-grandfather, Hiram Plutarch "Radical Rex" Roboshrub, left the company to his grandson because his son was an unreliable, amoral crackpot, his dying words were: "By golly, I sure love Venus. Try to make Earth more like it, won't you?"

At the time it was thought that beneath its bright clouds, Venus was a woodland paradise. Now we know better, and we've answered Radical Rex's cryptic clarion call to chlorinate the chaotic oceans. That's why it was just so disheartening when that pesky polar vortex slithered across my America like a snake on a skating rink. Fortunately, my Director of Heat assures me that global warming just means more extreme weather, not perpetually warm weather. I disputed that, and immediately hired a new director who has vowed to change the climate to be more favorable to my viewpoint. It's already working, if my divining rod is any indication.

In conclusion, hello. It's been great seeing you people again — except for you (you know who you are), but I've got to run. They're opening a KFC in my honor in Beijing, and if I'm late I won't get a free biscuit. Parting advice: keep a sweater nearby at all times, especially the beach. And get a haircut, you hippie.


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“Just once,” I’m sure you say to yourself while on line at your local grocery store, “just once I’d like a cashier to tell me I have the feet of Baryshnikov.” Yet you’re willing to suffer your hooves because nobody has presented you with a viable option for long-term foot maintenance. Feet age and mutate. They adapt, growing like goldfish to meet their accommodations.

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