All aboard the masturbation train

At the moment that mocking bloggers became so passe that blogging itself might almost, but not quite, be cool again (for examples see foam trucker hats or reality television. Mullets are an extreme case, having gone around this turntable at least four times), I decided I might as well throw down. It will take work in order for this not to be a rehash of everyone's favorite esoteric links, and, frankly, probably more work than I can reliably produce. But hey. What the fuck. At some point writing a screenplay will be so dorky it's cool again, and I'll try that next.