On Chain Letters

Congratulations!

On this day may you find love, riches, happiness, emotional support and a new species of finch perched outside your door baring an olive branch in it's beak.

However, should you choose not to pass this on to all your friends and business acquaintances, most probably none of this will happen, and though it is statistically highly unlikely, very angry vikings may come knocking at your door demanding meed and your life's savings expressed in a quantity of pudding.

So please, link everyone you know to this page, especially if they live in Alabama, Alaska, Idaho, New Mexico, North Dakota, Oklahoma, Rhode Island or South Dakota.

Think of the vikings.

On Tabloid Journalism

So I was standing in the check-out line at the supermarket today and spent my time looking over the tabloid pickings as usual. Since the Weekly World News and Bat-Boy ceased printing it's been mostly SOCCER MOM ABS and BRAD AND ANGELINA: THE END, but today was a special kind of hell.

This week Sarah and Bristol Palin are featured on the cover of In Touch magazine holding Bristol's babies.

As horrible a person as I am, I figured in my own head I was safe from retribution. I thought I could ask myself, "I wonder if you can tell which baby is retarded?"

Yes, I am a terrible person, alright? But yes, you can totally tell which baby has Down Syndrome and it's not even remotely funny. It looks like the baby is half-Asian. Look at the two babies and you'll say, "Alright, that's a baby. And … that's a retarded baby … huh."

If they weren't exploiting this for a story, I'd think In Touch's art director most likely shot a photographer in the face over this.