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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.
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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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9.23.2005

Why We Were Absent!

You may be wondering why I've had very few posts recently. The answer is simple: I had turned into a stone statue. The explaination of that answer, however, requires a little bit of detail. Obviously, while turning to stone is a perfectly normal, day-to-day, run of the mill activity, the circumstances under which this occurred are unique (or at least uncommon).

It just so happened that while I was battling with the furies, their eyes streaming bloody tears, I accidentally activated the ancient amulet given to me by my great uncle Jeff. In a surge of high-resolution partical motion based energy, I gained the ability to summon needles made of pure energy from my palms! With these "power spikes," in tandem with my modest-but-adept prowess in martial arts, I managed to lay the freaking smackdown on those winged, shadowy avengers. In response, they fled, summoning a massive serpent whose bite held a poison which slowly turned human flesh into cold, lifeless rock.

Wait, I should back up. I never explained why I was fighting the furies to begin with. I suppose it all started when I discovered I was descended from royalty...

[cue flashback]

My great uncle Jefferee was the last King of the Tramps. That's right. He lived in junkyards and back alleys, rooting through the garbage for treasure and lunch. And he was the King. Every hobo, vagabond and homeless person knew him, and owed him their allegience. Uncle Jeff came to me on my tenth birthday, requesting that I take up the throne...

While I was tempted by the allure of a kingdom encompassing the entire globe and my overwhelming Wanderlust, I declined his offer. After all, Roboshrub Incorporated isn't going to run itself. People need our innovations. The Sentient Sweater, for instance, is a commodity no person, homeless or not, should be forced to live without. To this day, I believe I made the right decision.

Whelp, that pretty much explains everything. Also, I neither extrapolated nor exaggerated anything written here. It's all 100% true.

Back, and more vivacious than ever,
ROBOSHRUB INCORPORATED.

9.14.2005

I. R. K. R. I. K. K. R. I.

Well, Hey, Everybody! And by that I mean, "Well, Hey, Three people who may or may not visit this site!" By my lack of readership aside- I have important stuff to announce. My lovely and masterfully talented significant other has gone to the trouble of starting a comic series. Fortunately for you all, her artistic skills excel in great excess of mine, and, though less random, her writing style should be just as zany and mad-cap once the setting and characters are established.

She currently has about 15 pages done, in rough detail (she says she wasn't feeling her best when she drew these and that it will be improved in the future, but it's already a great deal better than most artists). Only three pages are posted, and at the moment they're on her Deviant Art account, which is a bit of an inconvenience. However, if enough people like her work, she will transfer it all to its own webpage.

You can find her Deviantart here.

This is outside her usual genre, which is very serious and mystical. It will be a comedy covering the rather strange and coincidental friendship shared by three young men and women, starting in the beginning when they're all around fourteen years old and continuing into adulthood. Or, rather, at least as far as I understand. I haven't seen the entirety of her plans for the plot... so I'm just one of her first fans, not an insider. However, I hope that some of you will at least look it over, especially people who already are into webcomics.

One of the key points I've noticed so far is that the characters are all very realistic people. Despite crazy anime hair-stylings, their emotions and attitudes are very common amongst ordinary people you meet in school, at work, or as part of your family.

The main characters are Izzy, Remi and Kahn. From what I understand, Izzy is a somewhat effiminate-looking boy (long hair) who is a "wannabe punker, gone nerd." But in that cloud of nerdiness there lies a nucleas of cool. At least, as far as I know. Remi is a tomboyish tough-girl who has an addiction to music (though what kind, I don't know). Kahn is an obsessive romeo; almost a pervert in ways, but lovable, because while his affectionate antics are to the chagrin of the other characters, they're probably sincere (and rather comical ^_^). I hope I understand/explained this all properly.

Anyway, check it out, provide feedback here, to her email, on Deviantart, anywhere it's convenient- just provide feedback, please! She wants to continue the series, but it's hard to commit without some form of feedback. She'll be updating Tuesdays and Fridays at 5:00 PM, Eastern Time. For the moment she'll be adding three pages each time. This may change in the future.

Roboshrub Incorporated,
PR & Advertising Division

9.08.2005

New Timages at Discount Prices

So discounted, in fact, that they are free.
Gyrobo, otherwise known as the Incredible Timelord (that's not a title, he actually IS impossible to understand) has produced two more of what we currently refer to as "Timages." How he so effortlessly created the animated ones, I dare not guess. Anyway, the Timages are easily accessable by following the link from here to his realm in the lower blogosphere. My personal favorites are the Jack-In-The-Box and Bad Business.

For now, as the English say, Cheri-Bye!