Air break.

All right - give it back. It's my turn to use the gas mask. More than ten minutes counts as a "bogart", right? Fifteen minutes? All right...

Yes, more strife here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, place of our birth, land of our fathers, and all the rest of it. What is Big Green up to this week? Gasping. Lots of gasping. As some of you may know (and many, I'm sure, don't), May is the time of year when mad scientists tend to roll out all of their new world-destroying experiments. It's in anticipation of the upcoming CrazyCom Mad Science Convention they hold in Madagascar every August. Everybody wants to show boat the new death ray, the improved zip gun, the killer robot, now with more sparks. Kind of a pissing match for high-tech cranks. Attend at your own risk. (The last one ended badly, I hear.)

Seriously, I hate this time of year. Mitch Macaphee always goes way over the top, trying to one-up the other mad scientists on the block (by "block", they mean solar system... they've got a different name for everything). Last year it was an anti-gravity machine. I spent the better part of April sleeping on the ceiling. (And that was the better part.) The year before, some kind of trans-dimensional salad shooter, I believe - not his most ambitious endeavor, I must say. Close to ten years ago, he actually got an honorable mention for Marvin (my personal robot assistant), who Mitch built from odds and spares in his one-room lab back in old Jakarta.

It's a bit hard to get into the spirit of this competition, especially when Mitch's obsession is sucking all the air out of the room. That's not a metaphor: he has invented a machine that sucks all the air out of a room. Don't bother trying to work out the practical applications for such a device - he is a mad scientist. What part of mad scientist do you not understand? He's cobbled together some kind of contraption that's belching black smoke as we speak. John thought to tap our old militant neighbor, Gung-Ho, for some surplus gas masks, but he could only spare one. Hence, the ensuing competition.

Hmmmm... what do you think? Can we hold our breath until August? We shall see.

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