A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.
A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.
A steaming hot pile of our favorite things from around the internets.
A tall, icy glass of our favorite internet junk, just for you.
The best of the internet, chopped into tiny bits and grilled for your enjoyment.
The shapeless dough of the internet, formed into tasty pellets and baked to perfection, just for you.
Although I frequently lament abuse of the English language, I'm also the first to admit that the internet has a language of its own. I'm not talking about L337, I'm not talking about LOL, and I'm not talking about the bad grammar that permeates most MySpace profiles. I'm referring to the language of hypertext, which makes it possible for us to write sentences like: "Don't be that guy" and "Her attitude toward adoption reminded us a little of a certain famous actress" without having to say what it is to be that guy "that guy" or who the "certain famous actress" is. When read aloud, such sentences make very little sense (unless you've got a PowerPoint presentation screening behind you). But online, not only do they make sense, they're becoming the status quo.
The best of the internet, chopped into tiny bits and grilled for your enjoyment.