Alltop is chewy with humor.
Alltop is chewy with humor.
Muffy and Cuddles were pretty sure they had the math right, but they had a lingering worry that the explosion might ignite the Earth’s atmosphere. On the other hand, the cat was certainly never going to bother them again. No … Continue reading →
NEW YORK (The Skwib) — Despite moves to eliminate the use of trans-fats from its fare, Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC) is still addictive. “Yes, there is still a problem with this so-called ‘food’,” Dr. Finn Gerliken, Director of the Institute … Continue reading →
LONDON, Ontario (The Skwib) — The web is still reeling from the revelation that a blogger has been pondering things instead of musing about them. “Yeah, I’ve spent a lot of time musing, in fact, the tagline from my blog … Continue reading →
Having settled the issue of if the members of the Thunka Grunka tribe had free will or not, Thag settled back into life with his tribe. For once, it was almost peaceful. He and his new mate, Twigla, were happy. … Continue reading →
The journey back to the Thunka Grunkas had been a long and difficult one, but Thag had finally returned from his sabbatical with the Drunka Grunkas, learning how to make beer. Along with this new technology, Thag also returned with … Continue reading →
Thag’s year with the Drunka Grunka was drawing to a close, and he was almost ready to head back to his own tribe, the Thunka Grunkas. His relationship with the slender and beautiful Twigla was blossoming, and his artwork was … Continue reading →
Thag’s sabbatical with the Drunka Grunka tribe was not as idyllic as he thought it was going to be, but on the whole, he was quite enjoying his stay. First of all, the Drunka Grunkas had invented a delectable potage … Continue reading →
Thag really was starting to enjoy the Grunka gathering. His mate, Onga, was behaving herself, and even the new religion of his tribe’s shaman, Weasel-Scratch-Face-Brother wasn’t bothering him anymore. Every fifth or sixth summer, depending on the position of the … Continue reading →
It had finally happened. No, the Thunka Grunka Clan was not about to finally get rid of that walking meat stick, the shaman Weasel-Scratch-Face Brother. It was not nearly such good news. His ex-mate, Onga, had finally got on the … Continue reading →
If he were honest, Thag would say that his affair with the nubile Vunga, the half-daughter of the shaman, could not last forever. Not only was she was at least ten years younger, but eventually the Thunka Grunka clan would … Continue reading →
Thag whistled while he packed for the next trip. He liked to organize short hunting expeditions for a certain week of the month — even if there was little chance of finding game — as it was a good idea … Continue reading →
The natural world was not a mystery — when it rained, they got wet. If they were in the mountains, rain was dangerous because it would swell the streams, making them difficult or impossible to cross. Rain made hunting more … Continue reading →
Every morning before they started the hunt, Thag would sit down away from the others, close his eyes, and listen to the wind. It was more than that, but that is what he told the other hunters. Really what he … Continue reading →
It had been an unlucky hunting season. First of all, their big man, Grunk, got himself gored by a woolly rhinoceros in the first week of the expedition. Grunk — always the big swinging dick that Grunk — had tried … Continue reading →
“Thag, don’t forget to bring home that chunk of mammoth meat you left to hang in the forest.” No response from Thag, who is knapping flint with his whacker. He is making more flint arrowheads to replace all of those … Continue reading →
From: firstname.lastname@example.org To: email@example.com Subject: Suing your restaurant Dear Proprietor, My wife and I managed to get a table at the grand opening of your establishment last night, and we regret our effort. We are both conscientious eaters, so the … Continue reading →
Seriously. Robots need love too! If we’re going to survive the coming Toaster Uprising, then we have to love our robots. We have to instill them with love. It’s really what Ray Kurtzweil is talking about in The Singularity Is … Continue reading →
I’m not sure that robots need food, but the rest of this seems accurate, particularly the top. Some of the robots despense food. Alltop is a self-actualized chatbot. More of Lunchbreath’s latest toons here.
Absolutely, it is easy for you to be more charismatic, though you will never be as appealing as I am. According to Professor Richard Wiseman (I’m not sure what he’s a professor of, but he’s British and his last name … Continue reading →
Much of this video’s content is covered in Nicholas Carr’s book, The Shallows, What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains, in detail. Here’s my review of the book: The irony is a spongy wad, so thick the fine edge … Continue reading →
The stats were daunting. The average breeding season for rabbits is 9 months (10 in Newfoundland). Gestation time is 30 days. Each litter produces somewhere between 4 to 12 kits (baby rabbits). It takes 4 to 5 weeks to wean … Continue reading →
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