Man, that fucking Bono. He kills me. And not in a funny "Oh, Bono! You cheeky Irish helper-monkey you!" In an "Even though you're no longer the band you once were, I admire you for sticking to your principles. And when you change your lyrics and they somehow still sound right, that's a comfort to me." way.

That was a lovely post, Salome.

And I can't believe you have a tag for Zooby Loves Balls. I mean, I *do* but I never thought you'd make a tag for the occasion.