The other day I had an original thought, which occurs less frequently than I would like.

Extemporaneously, in conversation, I referred to one of my very close associates as Douche ex machina (to see that upon which I was riffing, see here if you are not familiar).

Google? 13,700 hits on that exact string.

I fucking hate the Internet. It makes me feel small when I should feel clever.

In addition, I give you a ninja tea party.