I have gotten more compliments on this shirt today than David Duchovny has job offers. It is a true vintage shirt, so maybe that’s why. And I found it just a couple weeks after having a conversation about the whole “57 Varieties” thing and whether or not it was ever really true.

The one drawback to it being vintage is the design: It is not a silk-screen, but more like a thick, rubbery iron-on, the kind that wears out in the wash. Makes my torso sweat even just sitting here in my office.

That, alas, is the price of style!

I have to rant about this before I forget to do so, because I have been meaning to bitch about it for a while…

Do I hate it when people ask a question and then answer themselves? Yes. Is this annoying speech pattern too common these days? Absolutely! Do I not like it only because Donald Rumsfeld speaks this way? Absolutely not! Did it first bother me when my friend Ken spoke that way a few years ago? Certainly.

Would I prefer it if people just said a sentence instead of miring their meaning in this retarded faux interactive format? Does the Pope wear a funny hat?