TOUCH THE EVIDENCE
Nothing happened. That is exactly what it wants you to think.
My Shit Doesn’t Stink
Press the stink button. Put your nose to the screen. Draw your own conclusion.
PRESS FOR REASSURANCE
Too late. You are already reading Broken Zine.
Before you read another word, put your nose near the screen and press the button.
PRESS THE STINK BUTTON
TOLD YOU.
Nothing. Not a whiff. My claim survives another rigorous test.
I have been saying it for years, and the evidence is finally where anyone can see it: online.
People have called my position arrogant. My sister called it “the worst thing you’ve ever said at Thanksgiving,” which suggests she has forgotten Thanksgiving 2018. But science demands a repeatable experiment, and the button above can be pressed as often as you like.
Go ahead. Press it again. Bring a friend. Ask the friend to bring a second nose. The results will be identical.
Critics point out that computers cannot transmit smells. That sounds like a problem for the critics. Until someone invents a screen with a nose, the internet must record my victory.
I rest my case. Please wash your hands.
MARCY COIL
Marcy Coil documents ordinary behavior after it has been left unattended too long. Her desk contains three pens and one grievance.
Push something. The magazine is poorly supervised.
PUSH THE WEIRD BUTTON
A small bureaucrat somewhere just stamped APPROVED FOR NONSENSE.