… I keep trying think of something to say about this, because the silence is so awkward. I don’t really have anything, but I’ve come up with:
1. Dear God, I accept that this is pretty much Chix With Dix. Following your son’s example on the cross, I will graciously accept that there is really no plausible alternative reading here, and that somehow Captain Ed’s change of URL is supposed to make Chix sprout, well, Dix. And that I share a planet with this shit. All I ask, God, in your mercy, is that you give me Edward Scissorhands hands so I can claw my fucking brains out. In your mercy.
2. God, I’m not trying to be funny with you.
3. Dude … WHAT?
…UPDATE: Oh thank Christ.