Entries by Melissa Pelletier


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What if your Google Ad Bot Became Sentient?

OK, so now you’re looking up flights to France? Why? You know you aren’t actually going to go there, you were just looking up “ways to trick my mother in law into thinking I have more money” so, what game are we playing here?

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Quiz: Ernest Hemingway or “Florida Man”?

Tied a weather balloon to his gun to make his suicide look like a homicide. Died from jumped off a pier into his fishing net. Wrote a Farewell to Arms while sitting in a salty shack bar in Key West. Read a Farewell to Arms will sitting in a salty shack bar in Key West. […]

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A Sampling of the Times I Said “I’m Sorry” on My European Tour of Self Discovery

In the palace square, when I walked a little too close to a few doves eating a croissant, scarring them, making them fly away.   The time I bumped into a marble statue at the museum, not even slightly budging the two-ton structure, but nevertheless feeling as though I had wronged it.   When my […]

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In the Event One of the Kids Becomes Patient Zero, and Other Job Requirements at a Children’s Entertainment Franchise

We’ve been the source of quality family entertainment since 1982, and we’re pleased to say that we’ve managed to stay in business through two economic downturns and a nasty bout of company-wide food poisoning. Children and families visit us to play games, win tickets, get prizes, and learn the fundamentals of a free market, and […]

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Quiz: Megachurch or Megamillions?

This institution is designed to suck money from hapless victims with delusions of grandeur. People devote time every week to this, in order to find a better life, rather than by changing any other tangible aspect of their lives. People really think they are hopefully bettering themselves, but they are really bettering the organization that […]

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Red Flags That Your American Facebook Group is Probably Run by a Russian Bot

The phrases in the posts and comments aren’t quite right: You know what they say, the bigger the dictator, the closer to God. The surveillance satellites at night, are big and bright…deep in the heart of Texas! I’m such a couch cabbage! This is just a case where protesting your leader killed the cat. Don’t […]

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I’m the Ghost of a Non-Energy Efficient Home, and I Can’t Haunt This House for Shit

I’m tired of competing with typical sounds in this godforsaken house to get some damned attention.  My soul was simply bound to the wrong place, at the wrong time. This house is a real piece of shit – rundown, full of leaks, creaks, squeaks, electrical shortages, uneven floors.  It hasn’t been updated since the 1980’s. […]