Thought for the day: In a world that contains Go Fug Yourself, do we still, cosmically speaking, need Mister Blackwell and his annual list? Maybe it's a generational thing that will eventually pass, I don't know. You have to give the old boy props for continuing to get this kind of publicity out of an annual press release and some admittedly still decent snark. But why wait for a year when you can have stuff like this or this or especially this any blessed day of the week? It's a mystery, I tell you.