I just discovered I made the Weekly Humorist Best of 2025. (#64 down).
I just discovered I made the Weekly Humorist Best of 2025. (#64 down).
The piece:
Corporations Count as People, and Thanks to A.I., I Am Now a Real Boy
The Weekly Humorist [March 31, 2025]
Thanks to A.I., the Fundl Corporation is now a real boy.
Many years ago, the Supreme Court ruled that corporations were people too. Thanks to A.I., the Fundl Corporation is now a real boy.
A new exhibition at Penn’s Van Pelt Library reminds us that America’s 200th birthday in 1976 was not a time of complete unity, either.
As the 2026 news cycle churns, it’s sometimes hard to remember the United States is celebrating 250 years of unity. But a new exhibition at Penn’s Van Pelt Library reminds us that America’s 200th birthday in 1976 was not a time of complete unity, either. Celebrate or Demonstrate: Philadelphia and Bicentennial Discontent runs through May 15, 2026, at Van Pelt-Dietrich Library Center, 1st floor, University of Pennsylvania, 3420 Walnut Street, Philadelphia.
Full article at Broad Street Review
When the last toy was delivered, when the morning sun was a red line chasing them around the Earth, Santa said they had one final thing to do.
“That’s the time machine?” Sarah asked, since he hadn’t offered.
This started as one thing and I’m not sure how it became this other thing.
Tom entered the shed and turned on the overhead light. He edged over to let Sarah in. He motioned for her to close the door behind her. Sarah motioned that this was ridiculous. It drifted on its hinges and partially closed on its own. He shuffled over to the wall to the right of the door, the nail holding the rake snagging his t-shirt for an inch before releasing it. There wasn’t much room. It seemed a mistake to be in here wearing flip-flops. She kept her ankles as close together as possible without falling over while she found a level spot. Sarah looked around, which didn’t take long: The gas lawn mower; the partially filled hole described in his hilarious groundhog invasion story at the cookout last Saturday night; six useless flowerpots, cracked and spilling dirt; and the time machine.
“That’s the time machine?” Sarah asked, since he hadn’t offered.
“Homebody” by Walt Maguire. The Saturday Evening Post Friday Fiction
Walt Maguire 