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

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8.26.2005

A Post About Nothing

You may have noticed a surplus of non-updates on the website. And by "you," I mean "me," as I'm pretty sure noone ever visits. Personally, I find watching the ramblings of the Incredible Timelord (Gyrobo) far more entertaining than actually doing any work. I haven't any new material today, but I refuse to resort to general blog activities, such as being an Emo Kid. I never have been, nor will I ever be, an Emo Kid. No offense to the Emo Kids out there, heck, some of you are my best friends, but I just hate listening to myself whine. Besides, I have no real problems except intense boredom.

Instead, I will share with you my most famed poem, and declare another open thread. Yip!

The Tale of the Mighty Knight
A Poem written by Myself

A mighty, mighty, mighty knight,
While looking for a mighty bite
To please his mighty appetite,
Was challenged by a flighty kite
To fight a mighty, flighty fight.
It was quite the mighty fight
For such a mighty, mighty knight
To smite a kite with knightly might.

8.08.2005

Super Uber Duper Contest!

Hey! It's time for another super uber duper duber skiddledy-dap-bap-booper contest!
It will be a test of skill! Honor! Hard-hitting journalism! Information gathering!

Now, to select a topic, COMPLETELY AT RANDOM, DEFINATELY.
::Spins the supersuper funfun wheel o' topicity..::
And our topic is... news articles! More specifically, news articles that deal with the government and politics of the following countries:
-Great Britain
-Russia
-China
-Mexico
-Iran
-Nigeria

I will be accepting three articles about each. Whomsoever finds the most total of my accepted articles wins... a free essay, written by yours truly, on their subject of choice! BONZA!

This contest has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with ANY advanced placement Comparative Government summer classwork.

Sincerely,
Roboshrub Inc.
Laziness Management

8.04.2005

The Day the Scones Fought Back- Interlude 1

Ruminants of Destiny

For countless ages, the Llamas had lived in peace. None had dared trespass on their ancient, hollowed grounds. Until today.

“I assume you all are aware of the tragedy that has befallen us.”

Everyone looked across the long marble table at the Great Elder Llama, some with disdain, others with true sadness in their eyes. Surely there was not one among them who did not grieve in some way.

“For over 10,000 years we have been entrusted with the Manwhich of Destiny. And for over 10,000 years, we have kept it safe. But now, it is... gone.”

The words hung in the air like a bag of rotting meat.

“Now, we don't know where it is or who-”

“I'm telling you, I need to see the Elders!” shouted a desperately angry voice as the door to the chamber was jarred open. Two guards walked in, followed by an exhausted looking Dick Cheney. The room fell silent as all eyes stared upon him, some of the less experienced Elders wondering who this human was, who could barge into the chamber while the Elders were in session. But the Great Elder Llama knew better.

“There can be only one reason you would be here. The Manwhich must have been stolen by the Scones.” lamented the Elder. Upon hearing this, Cheney's angry facade gave way to bitter disappointment and fear.

“Stolen?! The Manwhich of Destiny has been stolen?!”

“Yes. We saw the signs that they were planning something big, but by the time we figured it out, the Manwhich was gone.”

“And you just let the Scones take it?! Without a fight?!” Cheney's countenance rippled with anger and cellulite. The lesser Elders slowly moved away from the human. Clearly, this was one of the three who defeated the Scone army over 60 years ago. He was someone to be feared.

“We did not simply hand it over to them,” continued the Great Elder unperturbed, “and right now our primary goal should not be assigning blame. We need to devise a way to retrieve the Manwhich before it's colossal energies are unleashed. I fear that with it, the Scones could become... unstoppable.”

“You're right of course,” said Cheney, regaining his composure. “Now what was it you were saying about 'signs'?”

“Our scouts believe that the Scones are up to their old tricks again. They want to destroy humanity from the inside; we think they've already got someone working inside your very own government. And now with the Manwhich... anything is possible.”

His brain abuzz with a thousand thoughts, Cheney took a quick glance around the chamber. “I can no longer use my full power. Bond is dead.” It took the Elders a few seconds to process this new information through their meta-llama skulls. Finally, the Great Llama Elder spoke.

“That is a terrible thing, but seriously, you really should start looking into the Scones covert infiltration into your government.”

“I've already got someone looking into it for me,” chuckled Cheney. “Only he doesn't know know it yet.”


8.03.2005

Ohio Election Ends in Victory, Failure

On August 2, 2005, a special election was held in Ohio's 2nd congressional district to fill a vacancy left after the former Representative was abducted by space aliens and then hit by three trains earlier this year. The favorite in this heavily conservative district was Jean Schmidt, not only because she's a republican, but also because she was part of the NASA team that invented tang. Her main opponent was Paul Hackett, a self-made trillionaire who scaled Mount Everest in two hours. Of course, the election is over. Jean Schmitt won by a margin of 52-48. But what are the implications of this election? Join us as we analyze the historical and theoretical history of Ohio's 2nd congressional district.

Ever since Governor Bob Taft was exposed as part of the organ harvesting scandal (livergate), his approval ratings have plummeted to the point where Richard Nixon got out of his grave and slapped him in the face. Claims Richard Nixon's dessicated remains, “That actually felt kinda good. But he's still going on my list.” This of course has been devastating to the Ohio republican party. “No one wants to be on Richard Nixon's bad side,” said a republican aid under the condition of anonymity. Still, Governor Taft's 19% approval rating does not bode well, especially for him. It would appear that the scandal-ridden buckeye politico has little prospects of a fourth term.

“But how does the Governor's problems affect the congressional election?” you might ask if you were an idiot. As anyone can tell you, the “Coattail” effect occurs when politicians come to power using the support of a more popular and influential politician. What happened in the 2nd district was the reverse of the coattail effect, known as the “Jump Ship Before It's Too Late!” effect. Jean Schmidt, who would normally have won the race by 30 points or more, came within a measly four percent of being thrown out on the street like so many candy wrappers by ten-year-olds. Thusly, competition was created in a place where there was none. The race was close, and voter turnout was extremely high. And high voter turnout is a sure sign of more people going to the polls.

8.01.2005

Schrodinger's Thread

I have a box. Inside the box is a thread, wavering on the edge of definition. The bok contains a radioactive isotope with a half-life of one day, which has a fifty percent chance of cause the thread to be open, and a fifty percent chance of making it closed. At the end of the day--which is the thread? Open, or catfish? Your decision will change it forever.