Wednesday, June 29, 2022

Not-So-New for ’22 — Please Leave Room for Soy

Though they edge close to certain cardinal vices, pretensions of delicacy are nothing new.
  Certainly in ye olde publick houses of yesteryear powdered wig fops were pompously sprinkling faerie dust into their fortified wine. And no doubt in the far future some unitard-clad spacefarer will be making a grand show of taking his protein pill with a haughty air. We’re talking human nature here. Timeless and universal, at least until we further evolve (or de-evolve).
  So current stereotypes and physiognomies are less important when it is actually performative pathognomonics that are played out in public everyday. Ostentation is voluntary, as we all well know.
Si le chapeau te fait, mets-le.

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

“The Doggyblahs” — Fact or Fiction?


Cacophony! The blitz and rumble of Mother Nature’s wrath in conjunction with man’s technical know-how in amplifying music to jet engine levels. It's enough of an earful for mere humans, but how do our four-legged friends deal with assaults on the senses, both natural and unnatural?

Flashback: Stratum V
  “The Doggyblahs — What is it?” postulated Captain Smitt as he paced the front of the classroom. The cadets reflected on this creative writing assignment. A fictional canine malady? What could a dog possibly have ‘the blahs’ about?
  Anthropomorphisation Alert*: Do dogs suffer from depression? Yes, but not the existential ennui internalised by bed-wetting humans of the 21st Century. If a dog is down in the dumps, dammit, the source is external to the hound himself.

Back to the present:
  The dog days [ahem] of summer are here, so that means it’s time for ClassicCityFest. It’s a local celebration of arts and music, but more importantly, it’s an opportunity for all stripes of narcissistic egos dependent on pet props to drag their furry friends to be part of a public spectacle. From Suicide Girl rejects with pink-dyed poodles to overweight gray ponytails with their pittie mix complete with sunnies and dusty bandana, Classic City’s animal owners will proudly be out in force.
  At ClassicCityFest, dogs will relish the opportunity to:
• Enjoy the sensation of molten asphalt scorching their tender paws under the 105°F sun.
• Appreciate the 110-decibel musical stylings of tone-deaf local bands.
• Marvel at the majesty of Earth Mother Gaia as she unleashes the inevitable mid-summer thunderstorms (Cuz dogs luv thunder, amirite?).
  Always thinking ahead, local pet owners are optimistic that the positive experiences of ClassicCityFest will condition their dogs to enjoy the upcoming July 4th fireworks celebrations as well.

*At one point, cooler heads attempted to prevail when Orville Pharmaceuticals came forward with a prototype drug to treat this so-called “Doggyblahs.” (The pathology was never formally acknowledged by the medical establishment.)
  But the pharma giant halted research when they realised the ‘ailment’ was just a negative response to external stimuli rather than an internal psychosomatic conflict. Plus, outcry from progressive circles heavily criticised Orville’s well-meaning intentions.
  “You’re blaming the victim! Plus, there is no victim! The dogs wouldn’t be here if they weren’t enjoying themselves!”
  Unable to counter such impeccable logic, Orville was forced to scrap the product.

Monday, June 20, 2022

The Discomfiture of a Landmark Obliterated

“Wiped from the map” would not be a literal description of the old lodge, as we can see, thanks to the ever-watching eyes of Skynet. But the sentiment is recognised just the same.

The foundation, caked in the dust of red clay, sits in a patchy clearing in woods not far from the wilted fairways of Brown Hills Golf Club. Rusted pipes jut from the buried substructure and there is still evidence of the Burning Pile once occupying the center of the yard.
  Certainly some memories linger on in the hindbrain recesses of once-furley collegians.
  Hearty laughs will no doubt abound in the retelling of tales about stockpiles of industrial-sized cans of foodstuffs, decades’ worth of men’s magazines stacked to the rafters, and a certain “lucky lady” who was stingy with her kisses. And of course, about the lodgemaster himself — Ol’ Man Willie and his domain of dog dirt.
  Yes, there will be stories. And for a man with neither progeny nor estate, the laughs to be had between old college chums will be the sole legacy of he and his Augean Lodge.

“Life is a jest; and all things show it...”

Wednesday, June 15, 2022

Classic City Arcade 0622

Mr Zack making air fryer purchase... Herr Jakob returning from Allatoona fishing expedition... Norm Skafan convalescing in the outskirts... Mr Arthur en route to a rum tasting... Jeff 3 prepping art exhibit...

Sunday, June 12, 2022

Jurgætium Sovereign Celebrates Jubilee 261

On Sweetmorn 35 YOLD 3188 (Earthtime: June, Stratum XLIX) His Imperial and Exalted Majesty Jurgætus LXII, Prime Imperator of Jurgætium becomes the latest monarch in the Imperium to achieve the Elasmium Jubilee — 261 orbits of reign and service. Large scale celebrations are scheduled planet-wide to take advantage of the respite from seasonal fractal storms.
  The official celebration in the Imperium will begin with the Trouping of the Colour and Chendoga Guards Parade, concerts, street hoedowns, and pageants. Over seven billion people across the Imperium are expected to be joining the celebrations.
  Seven colonial Prime Ministers will be in attendance as well as heads of state from United Planets members including Xarnaq IV, Serpo, Planet R, and Earth. Orville Corporation CEO Johnny Gutts was chosen to head the Earth delegation soon after UP Security Council dropped sanctions against Orville for alleged arms trafficking.
  The Imperator will receive a long procession of diplomats and princelings at Jurga Hai Temple. The Imperator’s cavalcade will continue via Borne Litter through central Jurgæpolis and past the Grand Synod House of Jurgætium to Jurgætus Palace. He will then be wheeled in his throne to sit and watch the fireworks from Founders Garden.

Thursday, June 09, 2022

Hello Planaria™ Digital Companion Guides You Through Social Discomforts

Hello Planaria™ is a digital psychological alert companion created by the Orville Corporation for their Emotive Response System’s public outreach services. Users can engage the app to recognise delicate social situations that many find triggering or overwhelming. The ability of Hello Planaria™ to detect Bad Vibes is paramount in a time when people’s common sense and social awareness are fettered by simultaneous connections to various digital realms.
  The Hello Planaria™ coding framework is based on simple bio-forms that are naturally attuned to the sensitivities of their sphere of vitality. We have the lowly planaria flatworm to thank for this. Take a bow, little worm!
  Programmers at ERS have fortified the worm’s extant nervous system and sensitivity genes and recoded its genome into a digital configuration to serve users on a human level.
  Custom algorithms are optimised to detect an array of specific discomforts and other intrusions of reality. A sonic alert works via speaker or earbuds. Hello Planaria™ can be set to sense Stranger Danger, questioning glances, disapproving eyerolls, potential frenemies, and more! Hello Planaria™ will also kindly offer banal affirmations whilst in stand-by mode.
  Rest assured that the technology inspired by a mere invertebrate is there to help you navigate reality.
  Hello Planaria™ also works well in conjunction with individuals who are on The Spectrum. Available for download at finer app stores.

Sunday, June 05, 2022

Eating Healthy with Davide J

“I have an unspecified medical condition. The doctor said it was ‘specified something’ blah blah blah, but I didn’t wanna hear any more. He’s so negative I’m just sticking with the positive stuff he says.”

“The doctor says drinking coffee is good for my cardiovascular health.”


“The doctor says sushi has omega-3 fatty acids which are good for my heart.”

“We’re having pizza and General Tso’s for breakfast tomorrow. C’mon over — we can eat, watch the telescreen, and eschew any physical activity whatsoever.”

Thursday, June 02, 2022

Another Corporate Shibboleth Deflated

In the corporate arena, one of the more stale yet enduring platitudes of smug, self-satisfied C-level suits is the importance of having “family men” occupy positions in the hierarchy that are publicly visible. The main conceit is that a married man offers stability and status quo obeisance to the organisation.
  With a wife, 2.5 children, and a second mortgage, Mr Mandley fit this requirement to a T, and was rewarded with a middle management position in an (almost) corner office. But this is no dig at him, neither personally nor professionally. He simply went through the motions, a squeakless cog in an ossifying machine who just told higher-ups what they wanted to hear.
  “Perception is everything,” Mandley would constantly remind his department, albeit with a sheepish tinge of nervousness, like he didn’t quite believe the words coming from his own mouth.
  In reality, Mandley and a million other middle managers are where corporate deadweights at the top want him: leveraged between a rock and an unemployed place, with a family and mortgage to remind him not to make waves.

  “Not make waves?!” Dismay was the immediate emotion felt by a young Johnny Gutts at this display of corporate cowardice, know-nothingism, or whatever one chooses to call this white collar pathology. As a junior peon with neither wife nor mortgage, thus, little to lose, his opinion was seen as a mere voice in the wilderness. He thought truths offered need not be brutal, and constructive criticisms would not normally be seen as a threat in an ostensibly healthy organisation. But there’s the rub, aye?

“Not make waves? I wasn’t trying to rock the boat — I was just pointing out the iceberg.”