Sometime I scare myself. Like when I'm listening to the radio station sponsored by an MMORPG I play with stick figure graphics, and I hear a song about a memo sent by a zombie to his non-zombie co-worker. I enjoyed the song so much that I investigated further works by the artist and was momentarily stunned by the fact that he has a song about Kennisaw Mountain Landis, my favorite baseball commissioner.
Looking back on my newfound fandom of a man whose oeuvre is songs about neurotic squids and supervillains, the only option is probably suicide.
To make matters worse, he's good friends with one John Hodgman, who wrote a book with a list of 700 hobo names. Hobo names, people. It's all too terribly true to lie about.
Someone help me, I'm trapped in a world I never created.
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