Echoes

Sadly, I spilt some of my favorite coffee on it, but I do have my own little piece of paraphernalia/history/memorabilia. The thing that I love, love, love about this is that it is (I'm pretty certain) a concious echo of this classic Onion piece. I didn't expect that I would actually come across it again, but Teresa at Making Light has compiled an enormous archive of the Onion's sublime reporting over the last eight years. Just reading through the headlines is good for some sad smiles, but this is one nightmare I will have a hard time laughing off. Thanks, Teresa!

19 hours and counting...