This probably won't mean much to anybody but it needs to be said and let it be known that it was said here first (dammit) --- I have this bad feeling that t-shirt impresario Michael Stars is about to jump the shark. The guy made the greatest t-shirts ever known to woman kind. They were one size fits all and they made giant boobs look less wobbly and small boobs look massive! But now I feel he's ruining a good thing by doing too much. He has too many styles, too many cuts and now he even has sizes! ugh. But the harbinger of doom occurred yesterday when I saw this personal Michael Stars message in my email inbox...
"Introducing our New 12-Gauge Cashmere".
What the hell is 12-Gauge Cashmere?! Actually I don't even want to know. I'm sort of depressed because I know that the demise of the perfect t-shirt is near.

This leads me to two topics that I'm too tired to discuss but somehow seem related so let's just lob them out and table them for another day: Why is it so hard to find a perfectly fitting black turtleneck? and... What is the deal with the show Big Love, i.e. why can't I stop watching it? and... why do Mormons do the crazy things they do?

Another day on both topics. Promise. (and p.s. could my subject be a more obscure T-Shirt reference?)