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.
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