Ah… uh… well. There’s that, then. Watching this video is like watching a monk set himself on fire, only with the  added dimension of soul-deadening shame.

I find this slightly disturbing. I don’t think I want to meet the person whose nightly to-do list reads: “(1) Slay orc king. (2) Watch cute cat video forwarded by mom. (3) Watch video of two drunk guys hitting one another in the nuts with tasers. (4) Rub one out.” Partially because that seems like a weird list, but mainly because I think meeting myself would be really awkward.

Y’know what makes the web interesting? It’s not the twisted perversion… it’s the specificity of the twisted perversion. Oh, and that walrus with the bucket.

What a brilliant idea! How do you help a World of Warcraft player to kick the habit? Install them in a recovery clinic right next to a ward full of sex addicts. As I’ve always believed, the answer to virtually every problem is “nymphomania”.