Yet another absurd NY Times trend story

Anyone familiar with the nitty-gritty of journalism can spot a crappy trend story from a mile away. It's a type of story that certain kinds of journalists can't help themselves from writing. Basically, they pick out a dubious fad that a small group of people (usually bourgeois Upper East Side types) are engaging in and pretend it's "the next big thing."

Today's egregious example of this is a story about the rise of facial yoga. As if yoga wasn't already ridiculous enough, participants in this new style are required to make maniacal expressions in the hopes of avoiding a costly face lift operation. Now, I've never experienced the transcendence that is face yoga, but I do know that any activity requiring this pose can't be good.

My-Time (aka craziest husband ever)

I guess the whole idea of contractual obligation is a good one -- people should be required to live up to their ends of bargains -- but sometimes, well, things don't go so well. Take the example of 33-year-old Travis Frey, henceforth known as The World's Biggest Scumbag (or TWBS), who drew up a "Contract of Wifely Expectations" using only his sociopathy and some horrendous font choices. Oh, and TWBS is (shockingly) facing charges of attempting to kidnap his wife.

One of my favorite sections deals with TWBS' concept of "My-Time" (note the apostrophe usage). My-Time deals with any time TWBS is "at home and alone as a family, from when you are to be naked until 12:00 AM, or for three hours, which ever is later."

This might not have helped TWBS' court case. But I'm no Alan Dershowitz, so I could be wrong.

The All-Name Team

Because we at T-L hosted the World Cup of Team Names recently, I decided to formally announce the roster of the official Tomorrow-Land All-Name Team. Basically, only the strangest, coolest and creepiest-named footballers of all time were nominated. I know the sticklers out there (on the Internet? No!) will point out that some of the names are actually nicknames, but I did try to stick to names that are used on team rosters, jerseys and in news reports. Here we go:

Manager:
Wolfgang Wolf (Germany) Our boy Wolfie gets to coach the team after his run as manager of German team VFL Wolfsburg.

The players:
Bismarck (Brazil) When he plays against France, things do not go well.
Climax Lawrence (India) Forget pulling a Beckham and naming your children based on where they were conceived. Climax's parents named him after the exact moment.
Creedence Cleerwater (Brazil) I can't believe CCR has fans in Brazil, but apparently it is so.
Digital Takawira (Zimbabwe)
Danny Invincible (Australia)
Dean Windass (England) Before you make fun of Dean Windass, know that he was recently sent off the field for grabbing another player by the testicles during an altercation.
Energy Murambadoro (Zimbabwe)
Fred (Brazil) Not Juninho. Not Rivaldo. Not even Robinho. Just Fred.
Gilles Yapi-Yapo (Ivory Coast) Last summer during the World Cup, the Irish commentator Tommy Smyth introduced him as "the delightfully named Yapi-Yapo." Double-Y gets bonus points for playing his club football at Young Boys in Switzerland.
Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink (Netherlands) Like a character straight out of dungeons and dragons.
Johnny Vegas (Peru)
Joseph Désiré Job (France)
Kaka (Brazil) Sometimes the whole Brazilian nicknaming thing goes horribly wrong....
Mozart (Brazil) But then other times it's just completely cool.
Naughty Mokoena (South Africa)
Norman Conquest (Australia) The Conquests owed it to us to name their son Norman.
Nigel Reo-Coker (England) Sounds like someone who wears those yellow-tinted sunglasses and makes monthly trips to Medellin.
Ruud Gullit (Netherlands)
Socrates (Brazil) Possibly the most intelligent professional athlete ever. Was a medical doctor who also drank and smoked throughout his career. How can you not have him on your team?
Titi Camara (Guinea) Muscle cars and a crude reference to breasts. This man was born to play in New Jersey.

But now we have to select the team captain. Two names stood out so far above everyone else that they have to be considered separately:

Bongo Christ
(Congo)

vs.

Johnny Moustache
(Seychelles)

OK, I confess, that's not actually a picture of Johnny Moustache. I just thought a French art film poster better captured the essential nature of Mr. Moustache. He does indeed exist, though. (He played in at least one 2000 World Cup qualifier for that world power Seychelles.)

Anyway, this is a tough call. Johnny Moustache is a name that has a certain star appeal -- as in, he could very well be an adult film star. Meanwhile, Bongo Christ brings centuries of African musical tradition to the venerable Christ family. Oh that Bongo! He always was the second-most-talented cousin!

In the end, myself and Wolfgang Wolf of Wolfsburg gave the captain's armband to Bongo Christ. Not only does he share a familial connection to our lord and savior, but he could lay down a mean funk rhythm for Earth, Wind and Fire (which, now that I think about it, could be the name of Brazil's next big star).

Manifesto of the day

Here's the Dadaist Manifesto (actually one of a handful) from 1921. Marcel Duchamp is among its 20 or so signatories. I think I would definitely rather hang out with the dadaists than the futurists. Those dudes were scuuuuury.

DADA EXCITES EVERYTHING

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DADA knows everything. DADA spits everything out.

BUT . . . . . . . . .

HAS DADA EVER SPOKEN TO YOU:

about Italy
about accordions
about women's pants
about the fatherland
about sardines
about Fiume
about Art (you exaggerate my friend)
about gentleness
about D'Annunzio
what a horror
about heroism
about mustaches
about lewdness
about sleeping with Verlaine
about the ideal (it's nice)
about Massachusetts
about the past
about odors
about salads
about genius, about genius, about genius
about the eight-hour day
about the Parma violets

NEVER NEVER NEVER

DADA doesn't speak. DADA has no fixed idea. DADA doesn't catch flies.

THE MINISTRY IS OVERTURNED. BY WHOM?

BY DADA

The Futurist is dead. Of What? Of DADA

A Young girl commits suicide. Because of What? DADA
The spirits are telephoned. Who invented it? DADA
Someone walks on your feet. It's DADA
If you have serious ideas about life,
If you make artistic discoveries
and if all of a sudden your head begins to crackle with laughter,
If you find all your ideas useless and ridiculous, know that

IT IS DADA BEGINNING TO SPEAK TO YOU

cubism constructs a cathedral of artistic liver paste

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

expressionism poisons artistic sardines

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

simultaneism is still at its first artistic communion

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

futurism wants to mount in an artistic lyricism-elevator

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

unanism embraces allism and fishes with an artistic line

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

neo-classicism discovers the good deeds of artistic art

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

paroxysm makes a trust of all artistic cheeses

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

ultraism recommends the mixture of these seven artistic things

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

creationism vorticism imagism also propose some artistic recipes

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

WHAT DOES DADA DO?

50 francs reward to the person who finds the best
way to explain DADA to us

Dada passes everything through a new net.
Dada is the bitterness which opens its laugh on all that which has been made consecrated forgotten in our language in our brain in our habits.
It says to you: There is Humanity and the lovely idiocies which have made it happy to this advanced age

DADA HAS ALWAYS EXISTED
THE HOLY VIRGIN WAS ALREADY A DADAIST

DADA IS NEVER RIGHT

Citizens, comrades, ladies, gentlemen

Beware of forgeries!

Imitators of DADA want to present DADA in an artistic form which it has never had

CITIZENS,

You are presented today in a pornographic form, a vulgar and baroque spirit which is not the PURE IDIOCY claimed by DADA

BUT DOGMATISM AND PRETENTIOUS IMBECILITY

Shout out: Wade Kramm

Check out the artwork of Wade Kramm, a friend here in Providence whose sculpture is now on display at his website. Mrs. T-L and I haven't been to a show yet, but we plan to. We actually had dinner with Wade and his wife recently. In addition to playing backgammon, he and I talked about art. I noticed that he had a book about futurism, the Italian art movement that featured a lot of breathtaking sculpture. He mentioned to me that I should read the original Futurist Manifesto, which is completely bombastic and crazy (and crypto-fascist). He was right. Here it is for your enjoyment:

1. We want to sing the love of danger, the habit of energy and rashness.
2. The essential elements of our poetry will be courage, audacity and revolt.
3. Literature has up to now magnified pensive immobility, ecstasy and slumber. We want to exalt movements of aggression, feverish sleeplessness, the double march, the perilous leap, the slap and the blow with the fist.
4. We declare that the splendor of the world has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. A racing automobile with its bonnet adorned with great tubes like serpents with explosive breath ... a roaring motor car which seems to run on machine-gun fire, is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace.
5. We want to sing the man at the wheel, the ideal axis of which crosses the earth, itself hurled along its orbit.
6. The poet must spend himself with warmth, glamour and prodigality to increase the enthusiastic fervor of the primordial elements.
7. Beauty exists only in struggle. There is no masterpiece that has not an aggressive character. Poetry must be a violent assault on the forces of the unknown, to force them to bow before man.
8. We are on the extreme promontory of the centuries! What is the use of looking behind at the moment when we must open the mysterious shutters of the impossible? Time and Space died yesterday. We are already living in the absolute, since we have already created eternal, omnipresent speed.
9. We want to glorify war - the only cure for the world - militarism, patriotism, the destructive gesture of the anarchists, the beautiful ideas which kill, and contempt for woman.
10. We want to demolish museums and libraries, fight morality, feminism and all opportunist and utilitarian cowardice.
11. We will sing of the great crowds agitated by work, pleasure and revolt; the multi-colored and polyphonic surf of revolutions in modern capitals: the nocturnal vibration of the arsenals and the workshops beneath their violent electric moons: the gluttonous railway stations devouring smoking serpents; factories suspended from the clouds by the thread of their smoke; bridges with the leap of gymnasts flung across the diabolic cutlery of sunny rivers: adventurous steamers sniffing the horizon; great-breasted locomotives, puffing on the rails like enormous steel horses with long tubes for bridle, and the gliding flight of aeroplanes whose propeller sounds like the flapping of a flag and the applause of enthusiastic crowds.

Setting the diplomacy bar low

I know this is a lot of political talk for one day, but here's a great article on Bush's recent trip through Latin America. I really like the author's analysis and think he nails a few important points:

- For all the hubbub created whenever Chavez and Bush are in the same vicinity, Chavez doesn't pull the strings of Latin America like the Venezuelan president's right wing opponents want us to believe. Despite the leftist nature of many current South American leaders, it's not a unified bloc.

- Very little was actually accomplished during Bush's trip. When it comes to diplomacy, this president has a habit of setting the bar extremely low. (Actually, I'm not sure there even is a bar.)

- South America is moving away from closer relations with the U.S. and more toward closer relations with China and toward a Latin American common market, a la the EU. And although this will inevitably be seen as a threat to American hegemony by those on the right, many South American countries at this point feel like the moment for cozying up to Washington has passed.

More fuel on the fire

With the U.S. Attorney scandal leaving tire marks all over the Bush Administration's credibility (you can ask conservatives about this one... they'll agree), the competence of the people at the top is being questioned much more now than in the past six years. That's why I think the administration's decision to pressure Middle Eastern states into buying U.S.-made weapons is going to be another mini-scandal for Bush to deal with.

First of all, this fits perfectly with the recent report by Seymour Hersh in The New Yorker that Bush and his advisors are taking steps to align themselves with the Sunnis, at the expense of the Shia. This is despite the fact that Sunnis, not Shia, form nearly all of the violent opposition to U.S. troops stationed in Iraq. On a region-wide basis, we're aligning ourselves with the people who are fighting against us in Iraq.

Now the Bush administration wants to counteract the greater influence of Iran by selling missile defense, radar and naval systems to the Gulf Sunni states. While those are all ostensibly defensive systems (you need a lot more than radar to invade your neighbor), the U.S. is obviously trying to shore up our allies for some imagined future war against Iran.

The problem is that no one, other than possibly some neo-conservatives in Washington, want that war to happen. A regional war betwen Sunnis and Shia would be really, really, really bad. The Sunni and Shia populations aren't on monolithic opposing sides of some border, they're mixed together in many parts of Iraq, Lebanon and other parts of the Middle East. Shia are minorities in many of the predominantly Sunni states there. This would be Iraq x 100.

This brings up a large point: For all the rhetoric about the threat from Iran, the Islamic Republic itself hasn't really done much of anything to signal any kind of military action in region. It certainly can't be blamed for the Iraq debacle: Most experts feel Tehran has kept its intelligence and military from fueling the sectarian violence on the other side of the border. So other than its desire to explore uranium enrichment (a path followed by both the U.S. and Israel, btw), Iran doesn't appear to be sharpening its dagger quite yet.

You would think that after so much U.S. misery in the Middle East, some clear-headed thinkers at the top would stop for a second and think about the ramifications of militarizing that region. Building it into a series of client states and proxy armies is an insane way of trying to bring stability and peace. Instead of trying to convince the Gulf states that Iran is a military foe bent on their destruction, maybe the U.S. should focus on stabilizing Iraq and establishing an economically viable Palestinian state. Now that would cool far more heads than missile defense systems.

From the Dept. of Military Intelligence

I hate New York Times headlines. I hate them with a passion. I know hate is a strong word, but have you seen the junk they throw up there?

Anyway, I'd like to point out this gem from today's paper:

After Bell, Critics Want Mayor to Broaden Focus on Police

Somehow the mayor is able to broaden his focus. Amazing! Once you broaden your vision, though, YOU'RE NO LONGER FOCUSING! It reminds me of the sign I pass in Boston every day advertising "self-guided tours." The act of "guiding" implies that someone else is leading me through the museum. I'm able to get from the train station to the office every day by myself, but I wouldn't say I guided myself into the building.

OK, my brain hurts now. Make it stop.

The hilarious lawsuit against "Family Guy"

Of all people who you think might understand the concept of satire, Carol Burnett seems to have forgotten just how funny parody can be. Oh, and she may have also forgotten that parody is protected as fair use under U.S. copyright law.

Comedian Carol Burnett has filed a copyright infringement suit against the makers of Fox TV's cartoon sitcom "Family Guy" over an episode poking fun at the performer and her variety show from the 1960s and '70s.

The episode in question refers to Burnett by name as working as a part-time janitor, and depicts her "charwoman" character -- complete with trademark blue bonnet and mop bucket -- cleaning the floor of a pornography shop, the suit says.

Another character then makes a vulgar reference to the signature ear tug used by Burnett at the close of her variety show each week, according to the lawsuit.

Reuters is reporting that the suit is asking for $2 million in damages from the show's producers. Meanwhile Burnett, whose own show often parodied famous people, sure has some thin skin when she's the butt of jokes:

Burnett and her company have urged Fox to reedit the "Family Guy" episode to remove any reference her, but the studio has so far refused, the suit said.

The World Cup of Team Names

Yes, U.S. sports have their share of silly, caricatured professional sports team names (we're looking at you, Anaheim Mighty Ducks/Utah Jazz/Miami Heat). But you need to get on an international flight to find the truly weird, wacky and just plain creepy names of professional sporting teams. In turns out that he world's game - soccer - is where the real action is.

That's why Tomorrow-Land has decided to host the first ever World Cup of Team Names. The champion gets the irony-laden appreciation of sports fans everywhere.

Here are the clubs that "qualified" for the cup. (For you sticklers out there: I tried to stick to only top-level professional teams, but there may be some semi-professional and amateur teams mixed in.):

Arawak Cement Youth Milan (Bermuda) Milan's favorite Caribbean cement mixers
ASEC Mimosas (Ivory Coast) Goes great with a Sunday morning brunch
Ba FC (Fiji)
Bolton Wanderers F.C. (England)
Boys Town (Jamaica) One of many pedophilia-tinged team names
BSC Young Boys (Switzerland) See....
Buymore FC (Zimbabwe) This should definitely be an American club
CD Lota Schwager (Chile) I wonder if they give away free tchotchkes at every match
CD O'Higgins (Chile) A little taste o' Ireland... in Chile
Connah's Quay Nomads F.C. (Wales)
Churchill Brothers (India) Sounds like a department store
Club Blooming (Bolivia) Very pubescent....
Club Presidente Hayes (Paraguay) I love that our most obscure president has a cult following
Dandy Town Hornets (Bermuda)
Deportivo Moron (Uruguay) If Mike Judge knows what he's talking about, this will be the new Real Madrid
Don Bosco FC (Haiti) Sounds like a character from Carlito's Way
Eleven Arrows (Namibia)
Eleven Men in Flight (Swaziland) Just a crazy name. I don't know what to say. I love it.
FC Sheriff Tiraspol (Moldova) Opposing fans must love a certain Bob Marley song
FC Torpedo Kutaisi (Georgia)
FC Torpedo Zhodino (Belarus)
FC TPS Turku (Finland) Get me that TPS report by Friday!
Full Monty (Anguilla)
Go Ahead Eagles (Netherlands) This team is Dutch? What the hell?
Good Luck (Martinique)
Grasshopper (Switzerland)
Happy Valley AA (Hong Kong)
Hard Rock (Grenada) Their stadium sells the Keith Richards potato skins at every match
Heart of Lions (Ghana)
Heart of Midlothian F.C. (Scotland)
Hearts of Oak (Ghana) Probably the greatest of the "hearts" teams
Hello United (Cambodia) Sounds like Pokemon's favorite team
Island Care Wireless Showoffs (Bermuda) Because land lines are for pussies
Jam Boyz (Anguilla)
King Faisal Babes (Ghana) OK, What are the Saudi royals up to now?
KS Apolonia Fier (Albania) Founded by Prince's backup band. Known to wear assless chaps.
Lisburn Distillery F.C. (Northern Ireland) Always leads the league in liver spots
Missiles FC (Gabon)
Mito HollyHock (Japan)
Mizushima Red Adamant (Japan) They're very committed to being red
Moroka Swallows (South Africa) A dirty joke is in there somewhere....hmm......
MyPa-47 (Finland) Somebody still has a yahoo e-mail address. Lame!
Naughty Boys (Botswana) They like the dirty talk
NEWI Cefn Druids F.C. (Wales)
New Road Team (Nepal)
Newell's Old Boys (Argentina)
NK Hit Gorica (Slovenia) Leave Gorica alone!
No Pintcha (Cape Verde)
Ocean Boys (Nigeria)
Odd Grenland B.K. (Norway) Very odd, indeed
Old Bens SC (Sri Lanka) It's all about the old benjamins
Pamplemousses SC (Mauritius)
Police Jinja (Uganda)
Prisons XI (Botswana) My advice... just let them win. Trust me.
Racing Santander (Spain)
Real Salt Lake (United States)
Real Republicans (Sierra Leone) Lincoln Chaffee and Rudy Giuliani are not welcomed here
Real Tamale United (Ghana) Wait... in Ghana?
Red Berets FC (Kenya)
Red Sea FC (Eritrea) Aliteration!
Renown SC (Sri Lanka)
Rushden and Diamonds (England) Sounds like a rich club, but they're not.
Semen Padang (Indonesia) This can't be good....
Shamrock Rovers F.C. (Republic of Ireland)
Sheraton Hôtel (Djibouti) Last remaining professional team whose players aren't allowed to sleep with Paris Hilton.
Steve Biko FC (Gambia)
Suez Cement (Egypt) Go cement, go!
SV Victory Boys (Netherlands Antilles)
Tottenham Hotspur FC (England)
Township Rollers (Botswana) Theme song: "Saturday Night"
Thailand Tobacco Monopoly FC (Thailand) Why are our players always out of breath?
The Strongest (Bolivia) This name just rocks. I don't know what else to add.
Village Superstars (St. Kitt and Nevis)
Wikki Tourists F.C. (Nigeria) They're only here for the weekend. Edit your own damn entry.
Wongosport (Gabon)
Wonji Sugar (Egypt)
World Hope FC (Kenya) Another cutesy name. Awwwww.

And playing in the final championship match of the World Cup of Team Names, two clubs whose names are so diabolically awesome they couldn't be topped by anyone else:

Joe Public FC
(Trinidad and Tobago)

versus

Botswana Meat Commission FC
(Botswana)

Joe Public versus the Meat Commission. It's all very Upton Sinclair-esque. As much as I love a team named after the hypothetical sports-loving everyman, the winner this year has to be Botswana Meat Commission FC. While every other team at the tournament faced a bout of e. coli-induced vomiting from the substandard meat we served in the cafeteria, the BMC was able to stay on top of its game. Congratulations!

The New York Onion

Is it me, or does this article about Colorado's official state song read like a story from The Onion?

How did we survive without this?

You haven't lived until you've pimped out your faucet. That old fashioned unlighted stuff just doesn't cut it anymore. Here's a company that sells LED faucet attachments that beam light into your sink. The best part: they change color from blue to red as the water heats up.

The online turrrrrrists are winning

Just about every week there's another crazy Second Life story that comes out. The news out of fake-me-out-ville this week is that a militant "terrorist" group calling itself the Second Life Liberation Front (no word on whether they'll kidnap Patty Hearst's avatar) has launched attacks on buildings in the cyber world. Apparently the ultra-fake violence has a purpose:

The SLLA claims to be an "in-world military wing of a national liberation movement" devoted to replacing the rule of Second Life creator Linden Labs with a democracy representing the nearly four million residents.

"As Linden Labs is functioning as an authoritarian government the only appropriate response is to fight," the SLLA said in a message on its website at http://secondlla.googlepages.com.

"When the SLLA succeeds in its aims it will disband and hand power back to the political wing of the movement."

I can't decide if all these weird Second Life stories make me want to play the game more. I still haven't fired it up myself, but this new online militancy sounds like fun.

100% legal hallucination

Don't worry, no illegal chemicals are involved. Click here and look at the center of the animation. Then look away from the screen and see what happens.

T-Punkt (that's the German name for T-Mobile)

Here are a few tips on how best to navigate the treacherous waters of T-Mobile customer service.

Getting ready for Barca v. Real Madrid

Barcelona is playing Real Madrid this weekend, in what might be the greatest rivalry in sports. (Sorry Red Sox fans, but nothing will eclipse the mutual hatred between Catalans and Madrilenos.) To get into the spirit of the game, I highly recommend reading the aptly-named Phil Ball, a sportswriter who writes about Spanish soccer. Ball writes for ESPN's Soccernet, and hardly needs a plug, but his stuff is so good that I couldn't resist.

Here's his column on the Sevilla derby between Sevilla and Real Betis. And if you're feeling charitable, I really want a copy of Ball's quintessential book about Spanish Soccer, Morbo.

The regime change party

A group of my former co-workers had a party a few weekends back to celebrate the sale of the company to a slightly less odious corporate parent. Everyone was jovial. Here's another former co-worker's blog writeup. That's me on the left.

Don't mess around with CTL-A

Anybody who uses lots of keystrokes when computing knows that CTL-A (select all) is one of your bestest friends. It's very handy, especially when dealing with large numbers of files. Today at work, unfortunately, the relentless keystrokes backfired when I accidentally mis-clicked something and instructed Adobe Acrobat to open 900 .pdf files at once. Within seconds my desktop was a mess of cascading windows. Even my Mac couldn't survive the onslaught and crashed.

The airing of grievances

Once in a while I stumble across a Wikipedia article that pretty much couldn't be more comprehensive. (Usually it's some extremely geek-friendly subject). On that note, I think this article on Festivus is pretty much as good as Wikipedia gets.

Treat your robot the way you'd want to be treated

The South Korean government is considering drafting the world's first ethics code to protect the rights of robots. The idea is to provide a framework for how human's can use robots as they become much more advanced in the coming years. Here's my favorite quote:

"Imagine if some people treat androids as if the machines were their wives," Park Hye-Young of the ministry's robot team told the AFP news agency.

I know South Korea has quite the traditional culture, but what does that mean? Is he predicting human-robot "relations" in the future? If so, that will be interesting.

The Commodore returns to glory

Commodore is back, baby! The company plans to reinvent itself as the maker of high-end gaming computers. Ah, the nostalgia! I still remember it's enormous floppy drive, three inch-thick keyboard and four function keys. Mice were still rodents you hit with a broom. Someday kids are going to laugh at people who remember computers before they were hooked up to networks (if they aren't already).

30 days in Linux-land

I've often wondered if I could make the transition from Windows XP to a Linux-based system. One writer decided to spend 30 days trying out Ubuntu, a version of Linux, to see how well it worked and how hard the shift over to the open-source OS would be. The results were mixed, but it's a good read for how much detail it goes into about Linux.

Don't report me to the blog police

I know, I know... you want new posts and you want them now! Sorry for the lack of new stuff, but I've been laid up with an awful mid-winter cold that has paralyzed me for the past week or so. On the plus side, all the time spent laying around meant I had a chance to watch Doctor Zhivago on DVD again. Of course, all that merciless snow and ice doesn't exactly make one feel warm and toasty.

Welcome to Font hell

Everyone knows by now that using Comic Sans makes you look like an insane person, but that awful spawn of Microsoft isn't only offender of typographic sins. Check out one blogger's list of the worst offenders: America's Most Fonted. (I particularly enjoyed how she listed which celebrities probably use each of them.)