Trump Pick to Head NASA Proves Controversial

By Shawn

WASHINGTON – This morning, President-elect Donald J. Trump announced the nomination of Dr. Steven Ixxxzyx to head NASA, a surprise move that has caught both his supporters and critics off-guard. A figure little known to the Washington establishment, Mr. Trump claims that Dr. Ixxxzyx will bring a fresh outsider’s perspective to an agency that has become overly preoccupied with partisan, political issues, such as climate change.

Insiders close to the transition team say that Dr. Ixxxzyx was not among the initial list of candidates to lead the agency, but Mr. Trump began hearing the name chanted quietly at night as he attempted to fall asleep. Becoming increasingly interested in “this guy I keep hearing about,” Mr. Trump had his team locate Dr. Ixxxzyx and arrange a meeting.

Over a sumptuous dinner at Jean Georges, Dr. Ixxxzyx reportedly impressed Mr. Trump with repetitive, guttural bleatings of “O great one, I will serve you,” convincing the president-elect that he would demonstrate the degree of loyalty Mr. Trump expects from his appointees.

Trump dines with man who is clearly not an alien.
Mr. Trump (left) and Dr. Ixxxzyx dining at Jean Georges. The president-elect reportedly enjoyed a bowl of garlic soup, while Dr. Ixxxzyx ordered several courses of “Snails, more SNAILS!!”

Dr. Ixxxzyx, who holds a degree in “Human Science” from the University of [Untranslatable Cacophony], expressed his eagerness to take on the job in a press conference held earlier today. “Am grateful to foolish orange hair-beast. Can now proceed to Phase Two. Praise be to local deities and country,” the doctor told reporters.

At the conference, Dr. Ixxxzyx also forcefully rebutted concerns that he lacks the qualifications to succeed in the position. “Am much qualified. Am not member of dying race wanting to survive by mating with humans. Will make no hybrids to conquer anything.”

If confirmed, Dr. Ixxxzyx plans to steer the agency away from its recent emphasis on unmanned exploration, focusing instead on missions crewed via a country-wide search for “nubile” candidates with “ovaries unblemished.”

While many agree that NASA is due for shake-up, a number of critics question Dr. Ixxxzyx’s ability to serve as an effective director. “The guy’s a fucking alien,” said Senate Minority Leader Charles E. Schumer (D-NY). “I mean, he’s wearing a fake mustache, but it’s still really, really obvious. What is even happening anymore?”

Although most ranking Democrats are opposed to Dr. Ixxxzyx’s nomination, they admit they are unlikely to put up much of a fight. “Honestly, we’ve got to pick our battles, what with Rex Tillerson, Jeff Sessions, and Steve Mnuchin coming down the pike,” said one Democratic source. “This is… we’re probably just gonna have to let this one slide.”

Quiz: Have You Got the Jingle Balls to Replace Santa?

By Ann

Look, no one wants anything bad to happen to Santa, and I’m not saying anything will. But let’s face it, in 2016, nothing is safe and everything is terrible. It’s time to hedge our bets. Because the last thing this god-forsaken year needs is for some hideous happenstance to cancel Christmas.

In the event something does happen and we wind up in some kooky situation à la The Nightmare Before Christmas or The Santa Clause, we’re gonna need someone to fill Santa’s shoes. That’s why it’s incumbent on each and every one of us to ask ourselves: if Santa goes down, do I have the jingle balls it takes to fill his giant red stretch pants?

Well, there’s only one way to find out, and it’s by taking this quiz:

  1. Do you have a broad face and a little round belly, that shakes when you laugh, like a bowl full of jelly?
    • A.) Why, yes! I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly!
    • B.) That is not how I would describe my current face or belly.
    • C.) I’ve put on 15 pounds since the election, and I’ve got enough problems without you fat-shaming me, you jolly-ass fuckers.
    • D.) I consist of spiraling black ether, so not really.
  2. Do you believe in peace on earth and good will towards men?
    • A.) Of course!
    • B.) I hadn’t really thought about it. Sure, why not?
    • C.) I don’t believe in anything anymore
    • D.) With every action I take, I actively seek to destroy humanity.
  3. Would you describe your eyes as twinkling?
    • A.) Wink, wink, dazzle, dazzle!
    • B.) Uhhhh, maybe in the right light…
    • C.) Does shiny with tears count?
    • D.) My eyes have a flat, smooth luster—vermillion stars of blood replete with knowledge of what’s to come.
  4. Complete this sentence. All I want for Christmas is:
    • A.) You, my two front teeth, or to make others’ dreams come true.
    • B.) Pokemon Sun & Moon dual pack! J/K, already bought it.
    • C.) Hillary Clinton to hold me while I sob.
    • D.) To turn the earth inside out, so that the top is magma and the core is the screams of the innocent.
  5. How do you feel about candy canes?
    • A.) What a festive winter treat!
    • B.) They’re all right if you’re in the mood for sugar topped with red dye.
    • C.) They’re terrible. Everything is terrible.
    • D.) Your feeble candy spears won’t save you from the reaping.
  6. Let’s hear your best Santa laugh.
    • A.) Ho, ho, ho!
    • B.) Hee, hee, hee!
    • C.) *Long windy sigh.*
    • D.) *The sounds of disemboweling*
  7. Which of the following are the correct names of Santa’s reindeer?
    • A.) Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen, & sometimes Rudolph.
    • B.) Rudolph! Are there more? Oh, uh, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Fancer, Dunder, Blunder, Mustard… wait, did I say Rudolph?
    • C.) Prozac, Wozac, Fussy, and Dead Inside.
    • D.) All are known as Cerberus. The ringleader is known as Shiny Cerberus.
  8. What’s your favorite Christmas song?
    • A.) “Here Comes Santa Claus”
    • B.) I know this one: Die Hard!! Oh, you said song.
    • C.) I hate Christmas songs, and this entire quiz.
    • D.) *The sounds of disemboweling, this time followed by slurping*
  9. If you had a big sack, what would you fill it with?
    • A.) Toys!
    • B.) Corgis!
    • C.) Opium.
    • D.) Inside of said sack, there will be things that must not be named, covered in words that must not be read, written in a tongue that must never be spoken.
  10. How would you approach climbing down a chimney?
    • A.) My body is made of magic. I’d float down and land without a scratch.
    • B.) Look, I’m no James Bond, but I know my way around a suction cup.
    • C.) I’d fall. I’d just fall and come what may.
    • D.) I would not enter the chimney from above, but from beneath the earth. The cackles of maddened worshippers would greet me. Those I do not consume, I will enslave.


Okay, moment of truth! Count up your answers.


Mostly As:

Wow, no doubt about it, you’re a great candidate for Santa! Are you sure you aren’t already Santa? In any case, there’s no way we’re letting such a qualified back up slip through our hands. We’ve traced your IP address, and the government is on its way to collect you.

Mostly Bs:

In a pinch, you might be an OK Santa. No one thinks you’re going to do that well, but then again, people were somehow okay with Tim Allen. So what do we know?

Mostly Cs:

We can’t really tell if you’d be a good candidate for Santa, but we can tell that you’re extremely depressed. We don’t blame you. If it’s any comfort, you’re certainly not alone.

Mostly Ds:

No. After careful review, we do not think you would make a very good Santa. On the bright side, we might suggest alternate career paths such as Cthulu, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or President of the United States.

Pop-Songs as Sonnets #5: DNCE–Cake by the Ocean

By Shawn

I spy thee in a march funereal—
Why tiptoe thou, why are thy feet so cold?
I proffer thee a plan venereal
Involving cake that is exceeding bold.
I know a beach where we might eat with ease,
A place that I have ne’er brought kin nor kith.
Pass not thy time beside a masterpiece—
‘Tis I that thou shouldst fain be rollin’ with.
I watch thee plunge thine arms in frosting deep,
And crave a lick of thine enfrosted hand.
Aquatic sex confection’s what I seek—
I tire of all the candy on dry land.
O let us act as madly as we dare,
Cake-eating by Poseidon’s wat’ry lair.

An Open Letter to the Hamburglar

By Shawn

Dear Mr. The Hamburglar:

I want to start by saying that the suggestions I’m about to relate are coming from a place of immense respect. Having observed you for many years now, I can tell that you’re a hardworking man, and your sense of purpose in life is enviable. I don’t know if you want to eat all of the hamburgers or if you just want to have them, but either way, you’re not afraid to follow your dreams, and I admire that. Nevertheless, I feel there are several key areas in which there’s room for improvement, and that’s why I’ve decided to write you.

First, I get that your whole raison-d’être is to steal hamburgers and you want to share that with the world. But I think a key part of being a successful criminal is getting away with it, and there it really helps to be inconspicuous. Accordingly, one thing you might want to consider is not wearing an old-timey prison outfit. Imagine some hamburgers go missing, and everybody’s looking around, and there you are, proudly bedecked like you broke out of jail in the 1890s. Aggravating matters further, the hat, mask, and cape make it very clear that you don’t simply happen to like stripes but are instead some kind of aspiring supervillian. And, last but not least, you’re literally wearing a tie with hamburgers on it. I can’t stress enough how counterproductive it is to have a picture of the thing you like to steal prominently displayed on your person. It’s just not going to be that difficult for everyone to work out what happened.

On a related note, I have reservations about your habit of muttering “robble robble robble” as you go about your business. For one, “robble” is not a real word, and this, in conjunction with your clothing choices, paints a portrait of severe mental instability. For another, even though “robble” is nonsense, it does contain the word “rob,” which, again, kinda gives the game away. If you saw a man walking around with a knife mumbling “stabble stabble stabble,” you’d be alarmed, wouldn’t you? I’d be like, “Is he going to stab someone? I don’t know, but it seems like a good idea to get the police involved sooner rather than later.” This, in a nutshell, is how you’re coming off.

Finally, the location. You’ve chosen to lead a life of burger-crime in McDonaldland, one of the very few places, real or imagined, in which both the mayor and the chief of police are hamburgers. Don’t you think you’ve picked a spot that’s going to take your shenanigans far more seriously than a non-burger-run jurisdiction? In America, for instance, our municipal authorities love their hamburgers, but they’re not related to them. Here, if you steal some hamburgers, it’s petty theft. In McDonaldland, those hamburgers are taxpaying citizens. As far as Mayor McCheese and Officer Big Mac are concerned, those could be their kids or grandkids you’re abducting. I think if you don’t get the hell out of there, it could be the chair for you.

Anyway, all this isn’t to minimize the things I think you’re doing right. Your enthusiasm? Wonderful. Your desire to stick it to the man, as exemplified by that self-satisfied asshole clown? Love it. I just think there are ways to go about it that don’t see you executed by a pissed-off cheeseburger avenging his comrades. Just think about it, okay?

Holy Shit, It’s a Blog

Hey Internet,

Remember that time we had a blog? It was called Sibling & Charybdis, and it was everything you ever dreamed of. Assuming your dreams were very specific and strange. Then we got tired, so we stopped writing it.

But guess what, bitchlets?

WE’RE BAAAAAAAACCCK. Meet our new blog, Into the Friar!

We’ve backlogged our favorite posts, so that you can visit old gems such as How to Write Your Own Cosmo Sex Tips and Five Simple Rules for Making a Movie with Sam Worthington.

And now we’re going to write new ones! Because that’s how a blog works. Yep.

New content coming soon.


Ann & Shawn