• Just when I think no one's reading, Monkey Bites takes me to the mat, nails my feet to the mat, and inserts one end of the mat into the sharp metallic teeth of a moving escalator until all my skin is ripped off and I'm simply left at the bottom screaming — a gelatinous mannequin of raw, pulsating musculature. Apparently, they noticed my subtle dig about their Linux Distros post the other day. To prove they are not grim and humorless golems made out of oatmeal, despite what that idiot Brownlee might say, Scott Gilbertson posts some Jokes For Nerds.
• Meanwhile, over at Game|Life, Eliza helps fulfill her heady 2 posts a week quota by pimping her World of Warcraft guild, The Order of the Tapeworm. A guild, incidentally, that declined me as a member because my application essay was found wanting of both wit and cerebral acumen. Jeez. I didn't realize I was applying to join the Algonquin Fucking Round Table of Cat-Assers.
• Sex Drive Daily reports that HDTV is wreaking its toll on pornographers, who are finding that with high-definition comes knowledge that porn stars have just as many pimples, bulging veins and cellulite stretch marks as the rest of us.
• Germ-Free Paper. Bodyhack asks why? I have no idea. I don't understand cleanliness obsessives. The point where I stopped caring about germs was the point when I realized that — at this very moment — there are more one-celled organisms fornicating in the jelly of my eyes than people who have ever lived.
