So what’s my browser history filled with? Mostly the answers to whatever dumb questions I happen to come up with. That’s the true power of the internet. Not so long ago, if you wanted to know, say, all about flint (the rock, not the lead-filled city), you had to go find a book, or talk to an old guy, or take a class based on a book and taught by an old guy, or some such nonsense. Now? I’m a few clicks away from amateur geologist status. Or say you find yourself watching some dumb show, and you see a guy, and you know you’ve seen him before, but you don’t know from where. Well, no losing sleep over that tonight, the internet’s got your back with an entire filmography for every random asshole ever to grace the screen, silver or otherwise. Hell, sometimes the info it spews out even has some use. The last ~5 times my car broke down? Did a mechanic fix it? Sure did, if by mechanic you mean me, armed with Youtube and a screwdriver. So, here’s to you, internet, for the unending bevy of questional knowledge you bestow. If it wasn’t for you, I might’ve gone to my grave having never learned obscure facts about 16th century French painters.

Oh, and it’s also full of tits. Lots and lots of tits.