A Public Service Announcement

The Cake Eater Husband is a gamer. In his free time he plays MMORPG's---Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games----which, for the uniformed, means the husband logs into whichever game is his favorite this month, adopts a character and then runs around an online fantasy land and kills things as this character. While he's doing this, thousands of other people are doing the same thing, on the same server and he chats and makes friends with them. Pretty dorky, if you ask me, but whatever keeps him from hogging the TV is a good thing, I suppose.

Anyway, in these rareified circles, being called a "llama" is not a good thing. It's a variation on the phrase "lamer," which seems to be a catchall for n00bs ("leet speak" for newbies), cheaters, jerks, etc.

Knowing how hip Robbo and Steve are to these sorts of issues, I felt I should warn them if they were out at the mall and saw some kid walking around in this t-shirt and felt the need to freak out.

Boys, this doesn't mean they want to kill you. It just means whomever is wearing that t-shirt is a. a dork and has no issues with announcing this fact to the world and b. basically has had some issues with some n00b in the past and they feel the need to assuage their angst. No one's ordered a hit on you for p-shopping Nancy Pelosi's head onto Princess Leia's metal bikini clad body.

Although, if I did give that p-shop to the husband to release on certain message boards he frequents, well...

YIPS from Steve: I love it! Someone alert Jeff at Beautiful Atrocities!

But the LLama in the cross-hairs needs to be smoking a cig and wearing sun-glasses, to get the complete Chuck-D Fear of a Black Planet thing going for it.