I know, it's the catchiest damned thing in the world. Well, except for bird flu or cooties. I hate it and yet, every time it pops up on a blog that I've happened across, it's stuck in my craw for the rest of the day.

Don't people know that the Internet was designed, patented, and intended for nothing more than illegal Simpsons sound bites, kitty-cat pictures from some poor bored housewife in Iowa, and "cHeep V!ag_ara now!*!*!" popup ads from Penis K. Caltech?