Illustrated, of course, with a photo of women who would never text you. Text porn. Great. Just great. On the eve of the selling of our national soul to an inbred bigot, we now have to deal with text porn. If anyone needs me, I'll be out on the firing range dodging the bullet-free spaces.
An otaku gets his own idoru. Maybe we could excerpt something from the Bookninja boards for our own novel... Intrigue, action, intense feelings, mysteriously deleted posts -- we've got it all! (From GoodReports)
The real news here is not that the Internet is becoming society's prime method of pop culture consumption, but that George Michael has finally finished cooking and needs to be removed from the oven right now before we end up with another Siegfried and/or Roy.