

Note: While the good folks over at Cracked remain our BFFs and soulmates (despite the restraining order), we make it a conscious effort to not BE Cracked. Therefore, as this blog post may reveal my secret identity as Christina H. when you see it’s about my cat, feel free to ignore this post entirely. Could …Read the Rest…

Listen, my child, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of Paul… uh, Mad The Raccoon. Image courtesy of the Philadelphia Historical Rodent Society Hmmm, that’s not really working. Maybe I’ll just tell the story. Strap in, this is going to take awhile. It’s a little tale I’m calling… Those of you who frequent this …Read the Rest…

My entire existence can be classed as a bunch of components best described as “unlikely” or “improbable”. I’m a blue-eyed Indian. I watched my grandmother graduate from high school, and I was best man at my parents’ wedding. I’m balding, yet I have more hair on my head than most women I meet (Yes, I …Read the Rest…

Now that I have the bare walls and foundation up around here and a few of you insane shoppers poking around and showing me what’s still broken, I’ve had a minute to think about the differences between the new site and the old one. Besides the fact that the new one is much more complicated …Read the Rest…

[This is a repost. It originally appeared on the front page news, which drops off the page after a week, never to return. I wanted to retain a copy onsite, so that's the reason for the repost.] Alright. So…. For awhile now, I’ve kind of been feeling a little bit like a man without …Read the Rest…

Okay, you’re going to need a little background to appreciate this story… Over on Cracked, we don’t use smilies, 1337, acronyms, none of that. That’s actually my preference, but as anyone who’s spent more than about three nanoseconds on the internet could tell you, you sometimes need to be able to indicate sarcasm. A user …Read the Rest…