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Tuesday, November 25, 2003
 
The geniuses at RJR Tobacco have come up with a stupendously awesome product: a "new cigarette" called the Eclipse. Take a moment to look at it, because it is a superfuturistic robot smoke, and I can't wait to wrap my lips around it. One end has a "hollow filter" (which can't really be a filter, as such, now can it?) and the other end contains a miniature jet engine that superheats to 5000ºF in 10picoseconds, instantaneously vaporizing the cigarette's gooey mixture of tobacco, dimethyltryptamine, and Mexican brown heroin and forcing it into your lungs at 800mph.
     Holy desperate measures, RJ! Is this the best you can do? This seems to be a classic example of fixing something that isn't broken, in the tradition of clear cola, pushbutton transmissions, and perforated condoms ("like fucking a rubber cheese grater!"). Normal cigarettes aren't badly engineered, they're just deadly. Not only are those of us who smoke them aware of this fact, we have constructed complex delusions around our addictions to support the idea that we like them deadly. We don't want safer cigarettes anymore than we want a frothy mug of O'Douls. You ever see the cool kids in the playground looking tough, talking about sex, and chewing Nicorette? Nuh-uh.
     Well but then again, everybody loves tech, and a weird-looking stick of hot chemical machinery is spiritually only a hiccup away from the banking chip in my brain that automatically pays tolls and taxes, and reports my book purchases to Ashcroft's secret tribunal for the purging of perverted Jew intellectuals. I can't wait for that fucking chip. I'm gonna be the raddest incarcerated postmodern cyborg torture victim ever.
     In fact, I think I will impress the high school reuniters this weekend with my preliminary cyborg upgrade I self-installed two minutes ago: I carefully smashed my cell phone into pieces and duct-taped the speaker part to my ear and stapled the microphone to my gums. Handsfree, bitch! Read 'em and beep, muhfuckah!! Oops, hold on -- I've got a call coming in from your mother. Hmm. She claims that she and I had sex last night, and that it was pleasing to her. I don't remember it, because when I started smoking them new jet cigarettes, I had the short-term memory part of my brain replaced with an emergency Halon system. After all, you can't hug your children with an aluminum esophagus. Ha ha! Do as I say, child, not as I do!

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