Let's say you're at the store and you'd like to buy a snack, and you've got a taste for something chocolatey, but you're also craving some peanut-buttery goodness. Let's say you live in a parallel universe where the Reese's Cup hasn't been invented. And let's say you go down the aisles and you pick up a milk chocolate Hershey's bar in one hand, and then you pick up a jar of creamy peanut butter in the other. And let's say that you're about to walk towards the self-check-out registers, because the lines for the non-self-check-out registers are out the door, this being a parallel universe where the grocery stores are only open for a single hour a day, when you look down, and you've got your two snacks in your two hands, and a thought strikes you dumb, and you fall to your knees in confusion and madness; for the thought that struck you was that the two snacks, which should never meet, would soon meet, once you've paid for your items, and you step out into the parking lot, where you'll dip your chocolate bar into your peanut butter, and eat the resulting combination, and know the true bliss of candy truth.
Okay. Now. Now let's pretend that peanut butter and chocolate are web sites, and you'll understand the strange wave of emotion that just passed through me when I found that
a feature on the McSweeney's web site (a chipper indie hipster humor hang out known for being associated with that Dave Eggers guy) was today linked to by
a feature on the Something Awful web site (which calls its forum members "goons" and is currently in the throes of legal battles with "The Ultimate Warrior," a faded, washed-up former professional wrestler) and that the latter web site (which sometimes features contests involving anime porn) had a favorable opinion of the former web site (which is, you know, where cool's too cool for sunglasses school).
Yeah, that's how weird the Internet just got.
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Okay, maybe the candy metaphor didn't work so well. Let's try this one.
Let's say your name is Lloyd Dobler...
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