RuthlessBurgher

So even someone who doesn't follow sports, or celebrity gossip, can't avoid the radio chatter about certain cultural sensations -- and when a punchline slaps a cartoonist like a locker room throw-down -- well, that's when magic happens.

What cartoonist can resist the Ben Roethlisberger fiasco? After all, I still regret passing on Big Ben's helmet-less traffic blitz, when my wife guessed my first thought: "Darwinism at work. Oh, he's gonna pull through? Darwinism at leisure, then."

What's this have to do with Control+Alt+Deplete, you ask?

Illusions of anonymity, security and privacy are all dispelled when reality crashes into our digital metaphor. Viruses, fisching, Trojan Horses: these used to be references to the physical world.

Similarly, all those weirdos creeping the streets are creeping the Internet too -- and though we should know better, whether at the sports bar or the toolbar, we let down our guard for a familiar avatar.

Thank goodness for the Block-this-Freakazoid feature.