Untitled #107. Medium: luminescent mitochondrial dye on volcanic glass eye.


Dr. Esposa, Dr. Neil, and Ordinary Seaman Jeffers, at the cabin, discussing matters of great substance and grilling burgers. Media: photographic emulsion on glass plate, exposed when a prankster snuck an atomic bomb into the flash cube of an Acme Coyote Instamatic camera.

(Posted on Farcebook this morning:)


Dear Mark Zuckerberg,

Thank you for assigning your (don't laugh) "independent" fact checkers to my post, in which I shared an article about... "y'know... the thing..." as Joe Biden would say. Your diligent Facebots discovered (allegedly) information that "could mislead people." Given the billions of daily FB posts that meet that description, may I suggest it might be easier to simply mark those that "could not mislead people"? Truly, I fear for the well-being of your bots, which may become catastrophically overstressed once they begin to tackle the mountain of posts based on "Fauci-facts" that pave Good Intentions Road, which, of course, is the main thoroughfare that carries FB's news feed. As these misleading items include many of the notices placed by the botswarm itself, I'm afraid the al-gore-rhythm may devour itself in an infinite-loop cataclysm that drags the entire enterprise across the event horizon of the black hole at the center of your universe.

Please be assured, I am just trying to be helpful.

Yours,

Jeff.

p.s. Good luck in your quest to become "a real boy." Pinocchio thinks you're a sucker, but I think you have a real shot.