Insane Clown Posse and their white-bred suburbanite fans ( Read more... )

While Jerky sat in the lobby of the hotel conversing with the coffee machine and enjoying some nuts and bolts courtesy of the continental breakfast, he processed a thought. “Maybe…” he thought, “maybe there is a Pro-Jek-Tor central headquarters…” He started going through the phone directory in his main CPU while the coffee machine kept droning on ( Read more... )

“This is it…” Jerky looked up towards the top of the old office building. “Pro-Jek-Tor Inc.” the sign read. Jerky scanned the surrounding area for signs of life. Nothing. Maybe there was no one here. After connecting to the city’s phone number database through the phone at the hotel, he had called the professor to verify certain companies on the ( Read more... )

“Hey sailor…” someone said from somewhere behind him. He turned to see a frail looking woman with a hunchback smoking a cigarette. Jerky ran his visual censors up and down her grotesque body. “I am not a sailor miss. I am only a robot.” Jerky said. The woman looked him over. “I don’t care whatcha are hon. I gots a quota to meet tonight and you’re ( Read more... )

Jerky hadn't been to New York before. Heck, Jerky hadn't even left Iowa before. Yet he found himself sitting on a bus headed out of state with a can of oil and a back issue of "Robots Monthly". What made this all so strange was his sense of excitement, because robots can't feel emotions ( Read more... )

Recently, a British man named Fraser Claughton visiting Australia paid 36$ for an old briefcase at a flea market. When he gets home, he opens it up to find "a treasure trove of Beatles' memorabilia", including unreleased songs and concert programs. I have obtained copies of the recordings from inside sources and would like to elaborate on them ( Read more... )