buy one for each day of the week.
The product is awesome. But the Amazon customer reviews are better.
Apparently this Three Wolf Moon T-shirt (and the snarky reviews that accompany its Amazon listing) is quite the internet phenomenon right now. Read all about it in the New York Times. Cause when they’re not writing about compulsive huggers, they’re writing about T-shirts.
The best Onion article of the year is in today’s online edition of the New York Times.
It’s about the current teenage hugging epidemic. And it’s fucking amazing.
It's 12:30pm. Do you know what your kids are doing?
Girls embracing girls, girls embracing boys, boys embracing each other — the hug has become the favorite social greeting when teenagers meet or part these days.
Hugging appears to be a grass-roots phenomenon.
A measure of how rapidly the ritual is spreading is that some students complain of peer pressure to hug to fit in.
(And my personal favorite, from Noreen Hanjilian, principal of George G. White High School in Joisey): “It was needless hugging — they are in the hallways before they go to class. It wasn’t a greeting. It was happening all day.”
The California Supreme Court has just decided that it’s fine for its legislature to pass laws drafted with the sole purpose of discriminating against people, in direct violation of the state constitution’s equal protection clause.
Meanwhile, on the federal stage, Obama named his Supreme Court Justice pick amidst conservative concerns that she will be inclined to “legislate morality from the bench.”
I think I’m going to throw up in my mouth.
Yesterday, I saw this in a Harlequin romance novel display at Borders:
"Nothing makes me want to do it like a chalk outline."
I’m not sure if it was the juxtaposition of murder and blossoming romance, the intrinsic oddness of the phrase “love-inspired suspense,” or the inexplicable inclusion of an adorable kitty peeking out from behind the legs of one of our headless protagonists, but it kinda caught my attention.
Upon consulting the interwebs, I learned that On a Killer’s Trail is one of a series of Harlequin books dedicated to highlighting Christian romantic ideals through tales of gruesome crime. In this particular installment, an old lady’s murder leads our protagonists to the realization that it’s important to save sex for marriage.
I guess it makes sense, seeing as butchered old ladies are up there with images of festering snakebite wounds on the list of “Things That Really Don’t Make Me Want to Do It.”
Here’s “Fuck You, Penguin,” the website for people who enjoy mocking cute animals.
A brief sampling:
"Oh, hooray, Mole. You made it out of the ground. Why are you so excited? DO YOU WANT A FUCKING MEDAL?"
(Also, there is going to be a book soon. Where did our books come from before there were humor blogs?)
J.Crew sells “summerweight” shorts. As opposed to those shorts designed for winters endured in harsh climates.
Thirty minute meetings that take an hour and a half.