Nokia's frying my bladder

Webbische kopf

Naah, says Mr Rot

Tecs tries to dial on a cell phone

Other than that, the story is accurate

Herr Rott takes up agriculture, makes a little planting mistake

Mr Rot gets a dopamine rush

Tecsian cops just don't like brain-fryers

Mr Rot invents a new game

But what about people like me, who don't have a cell phone? What do they do?

That's a contest worth having

Proof positive that cell phones are frying one's brains

Herr Rott sets up a Facebook account

Between the devil and the deep blue sea

It's come to this: when flying, you either sit next to a guy who just kicked the bucket, or next to ten douches jabbering madly into their brain fryers. I think I'll take a boat, next time I cross the pond.

Our tax money hard at work

Doing the people's work

Ban the Uggs, says Tecs

Tecs conducts Mahler's Ninth Symphony

A Rotterman makes him angry.

Mr Rot gets a new killer app for his cell phone

Nuts! says Tecs

WTF is "facebook"? Or "cellphone"? Sounds like make-up words to me, referring perhaps to some fake, pointless gizmos.

Rotterman plays with his electronic device