“Protects,” is a pretty loaded word there, because it again implies that boys are somehow the victims of women’s sexiness.

There is no way Tom Cruise is 5’8”. I saw him at a movie premiere (I was standing behind a wall of people) and all I could see was the very top of his hair. And Nicole Kidman’s head floating along above the rest of the crowd.

I prefer her with the Hound’s blood all over her face.

Rippin’ some dude’s head off, I bet.

Dude, she’s the fuckin’ Chrome Trooper.

Yeah. I played the first game while I was getting over a stomach virus. It was not the best choice I’ve ever made.

You gave me a good laugh.

There’s an article on Gawker where a guy put fire ants on his dick. That’s pretty good news, I think.

Here’s what I desperately hope: Multiple pathways through each level. Incorporate stealth into the vocabulary of parkour.

Child size sodas are meant to be the size of a small child.

OMG why does she look like she’s naked under that denim shirt???

There can be only one.

You look great.

Those double exposure pictures always remind me of PTSD Clarinet Kid.

At first I was all like, WHY IS THERE BACON HANGING FROM HER BACKPACK??? Then I realized it’s a friggin jetpack. EPIC WIN.

Your picture is pretty epic. Also you look like a celebrity, but I’m not sure who.

Unfortunately, a lot of “art” these days insists on the intersection between self-expression, self-promotion and frank personality disorder. I have to say it’s not entirely the artist’s fault that this is the case: the audience wants the artist to be a part of the work. I’m incredibly suspicious of that need, because…

Stop copying my life.

I’d rather it were Larry David.

Just imagine it as Bobby Flay’s face.