I'm the world's greatest detective...yet I can't find any evidence to save Lois from the death house!

I keep on meaning to make real posts here, but I never quite go through with it.

In the meantime: Superman is a Dick.

boycott american apparel

my search for a halloween costume has led me to some shocking discoveries:

see here and here and here

he is a sick man. it's just not funny anymore when someone blames women for domestic violence and thinks worker empowerment revolves around his penis. this whole trend of fake haha misogyny (vice magazine for example)... why?

I have a video Ipod . . . in my MIND

Rowdy Roddy GameShowHost: Hello and welcome back to Number Stumpers! You know how the game works--we take phone numbers and the contestants have to come up with a word that the number can spell using the letters on the keypad. Now for the final part of today's game, the speed round.

Contestants, are you ready?

Contestants: (en masse) Yes.

RRGSH: OK. Here's our first number. 727-6886

buzzing noise

Contestant #1: Scrotum?

RRGSH: That is correct! We also would have accepted "papotto".

English Department.

From Tom Phillips's review of Graham Rawle's Woman's World, in yesterday's Guardian:

For five years Rawle, Stakhanovite of the scissors and paste, has laboured 17 hours a day, seven days a week, assembling 40,000 fragments of text from women's magazines to produce a tale that moves with the pace of a thriller, with as many cliffhanging chapter endings and swerves of story. But there's the added excitement of a typographical rollercoaster: each page features nearly 100 variations as we lurch from sedate Times Roman to the fullblown exclamations of advertisers' fancy capitals.

A peek.

Me in honey.

Check me out.

tee hee