Caffeining Frenzy

I occasionally spend an evening at home having a few drinks which means that every once in a while I'll get either a random answer to a text I don't remember sending or some other memento of my couple of hours on the other side of the looking glass.

Well, today I got a coffee mug in the mail. I don't seem to remembering ordering it, but it is, for the record, one of the most brilliantly hilarious things I've seen in a really long time. It'll provoke a little head-scratching from those who don't quite get the joke, but if you do, you'll love it.

So, whoever sent me this -- since it came with no card -- please step up and take the credit for it. And thank you. I haven't forgotten, nor will I ever.

Update: Turns out the unexpected gift was from Mike, who's sincerely one of my favorite people in the world. Thanks, man.

Quote of the Day, Jr.

"We're glad that Mr. Wickersham is going to be OK, but we do hope that after this painful and frightening experience he will consider the terror and pain fish feel when they are impaled and suffocated to death. Maybe he will consider taking up another pastime."

PETA spokesperson Ashley Byrne, referring to a San Francisco man who was attacked by a shark while spear-fishing last weekend

The attack was the impetus for PETA's latest contrivedly shocking ad campaign; that's it above.

For what it's worth, I'm not sure even a shark would bother eating a vegan since I have to imagine they taste terrible. But I do love the implication that maybe if this poor bastard hadn't been out fishing the shark probably would've given him a pass. Love to test both theories by tossing a bunch of vegans into a tank full of great whites somewhere.

Also, I have a fantasy that involves Ingrid Newkirk and a plane-load of PETA personnel crashing in the Andes and being forced to resort to cannibalism.