OMG.

Two things:

1. If this site had been around ten years ago, I would've wasted easily seven years since then. Make your own font and test it in real time? Guh? See everybody next decade.

2. The catcher is lucky he didn't melt into honey:

Finally, Boring Old People Are Agreeing WIth Me.

What do you call it again? The MSM?


YAWN OLD NEWS. coulda told you all this while downing my sixth MGD while watching her at the Verizon Center last year. Served.

She Will Hunt You Down

So here we are, in a world where people look at me weird when I tell them that I do enjoy Mariah Carey, because after all who likes Mariah Carey and then this:


Lady is bigger than Elvis, and people are giving me shit? WTF.

Also, please note that John McCain is likely going to pick Mariah Carey as his runningmate.

The Triumphant Blurring of Michael

Last night, Michael came into work. Which was a surprise since Michael's been living in Thailand/Laos/Burma/Vietnam/Korea/Japan for the last year or so.

He had been awake for somewhere in the vicinity of 60 hours, and had been drinking for around 10, but his wit was somehow intact. As was his ability to stay out of focus while everybody else stays in it:







His last words, while stumbling out of the door at 2am, were "I'll see you soon! Hillary Clit-ton!" One great big non sequituring genius he is.

BONUSBONUSBONUS Mariah has a new single, which includes the best single line I've heard in quite some time:

If you run your mouth and brag about this secret rendezvous
I will hunt you down.