“. . .Yet another designer goes so far as to believe that skirts will disappear entirely!”

His wife left him, and he got left with the wedding dress.  She said he could do whatever he wanted with it—so he did.  And blogged about it.

Since then it’s become everything from a dishrag to a jumprope, and will continue to do so until its multifarious application reaches that grand sum of 101 Things To Do With A Wedding Dress Besides, Of Course, Wearing It.  And we get to watch!

Because the Pep is back, exactly a year after first registering the domain name!  Symbolic, no? . . . no? Er . . . yeah.

But symbolism aside (or else inextricably included), there’s many good things in store.  Beginning with this! In keeping with the site’s first resurrection, here’s a second helping of our own special brand of multimedia experience—

Listen to The Wall Street Shuffle by the not-well-enough-known British rock band 10cc while reading this strip from the darkly funny webcomic Pictures for Sad Children:

Then, for the irony, play Investopedia’s online stock simulator at the same time!

The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.

— Albert Einstein

In 1895, Mark Twain wrote a critique of James Fennimore Cooper’s writing: an essay that is as scathing as it is hilarious.  Just three months ago, an Empress of the falcons (in what distant land, I do not know) discovered that we have, today, an author so like Cooper as to break the exact same number of literary rules.  His name?

Christopher Paolini.

(Before anyone proceeds to tear my fingernails out by the roots, please realize I’ve never actually read Eragon.  I flipped through it once, at Wal-Mart, and was so astonished by the quality of certain sentences that I put it down again in great haste.  Also: the falcons are watching my back, so you might want to reconsider.  Believe me, those guys have got them some shee-arp talons!)

Reaching this epiphany, the ruler of the avian hordes wrote an essay of her own.  An essay as funny and harsh as Twain’s own work, yet shorter, and more conducive to reading when you have emails to read, youtubez to watch . . . and Brisingr to finish.

It took me a while to find out whether this was a hoax or whether there actually are people that educationally impaired.  While searching, I came across a discussion page on this image, which explains the viewpoint of every ‘ist’ in existence.  And this article, as well, containing a compendium of similar evidences of the globe’s under-allotment of brains.

And then I finally traced the quote back to its source.  It is real.  Humanity is doomed!

Well, I don’t think he’s here.

A better question might be: Who is Bob?  And the most succinct answer would be: the boss from hell. So it’s not that his employees are wishing he’d show up for work, so much as that they wonder where on earth he’s really been, when he says that he was at his dad’s funeral — for the second time.

So where is Bob? Perhaps he’s reading the blog about his antics (written by his employee, Anna) and laughing in evil glee. Perhaps we should be, too.

Note: Bob is real. And yet, somehow, he’s an archetype.

Government is like zuccini: we don’t want much of it for ourselves, but think other people could use a good deal more than they have.

— Anonymous

I spent a good deal of the last couple weeks finishing up my entries for the quarterly L. Ron Hubbard’s Illustrators of the Future contest, and got them mailed eight minutes before the post-office closed on the day of the deadline (very characteristic of me, unfortunately).  These are they: