Dear "hmm", I propose we start eating people, actually. There are far too many of us. Free the cows!

This is damn cute. I'm glad Luna will always be the favorite.

I can't add anything to Ryan S.'s remarks. Well put. Personally, I examined my feelings while looking at Zombie Boy's pictures. Among them: "Why would such a gorgeous young man do that to himself?... What kind of family life must he have had?... it looks cool, yet if I had a kid who did that I would be heartbroken..." etc etc, boring. Ultimately, good for him. I hope the campaign brings him a good nest egg.

I may never tire of rickrolls. Knowing that Rick himself views the phenomenon with a bemused appreciation makes it even better.

Manticore beat me to it. Ha!

Wonderfully mesmerizing!

PS: awareness of "how bad it could be" does not equal mockery of those who are suffering.

You called Miss C "asshole"? Jeez, sorry for the FREE ENTERTAINMENT EVERY DAY.

While this post is not "neat", it's genuinely interesting, with a thoughtful message. And yes, pottymouth name-slinger, you had warning. Go back to reading your Family Circus collection or something.

Personally, when I get to feeling ugly or otherwise pathetic, I find that reading about medical conditions makes me feel better. I could have the hemifacial atrophy of Romberg's Disease, or the sheer horror of Noma, or any of a slew of craniofacial disorders. I doubt I'll ever obsess over crow's feet after those pictures...

A Pakistani friend gave me a root once, without all the wasteful packaging etc. It was different from a commercial toothbrush but very effective.

White boys really do all look alike.

Aw, I was hoping it was a statement about the shopping season. Or just a statement in general.

Someone needs to calm. Down. With the workouts. From a comic book/Hollywood silly film standpoint this guy has a great physique, but from a reality standpoint (1) male nipples shouldn't look like that, (2) too much muscle everywhere relax please and (3) that smirk says it all. Douche: nozzle of the gods.

This is a new twist on the Iron John movement of the nineties, no? Hmm. As a female I can state that, regardless of my loathing for the sex-and-the-city, soap opera, shopaholic version of womanhood, the sexual sharing stereotype holds firm for me. I can comfortably vent my frustrations to a number of people, and yet most men I have known have no one. Men habitually bottle every day's fears and frustrations up (unless they're venting with anger at family, which is a different story). How tragic. It's easy to laugh at the need for a club for tears-release, but after my initial response ("how pathetic and staged") I can see the point. More power to the men who cry.

Oh those colors! The golds and browns of the seventies!

I agree with the masses that this guy is a jerk. I'm incensed over my tuition fees, but I'm not about to punish bank staffers and university employees to make my point. This is as lame as putting an M-60 in a McDonald's toilet; the only ones who suffer are the lowest workers on the ladder.

I'm all for creative pranks which punish/mock the mighty. This one is a fail.

Fascinating! From reading that, though, I wouldn't call him a "fetishist" so much as an obsessive. It's thanks largely to such socially odd, intensely focused people that we have certain advances in science and medicine.