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You know what's funny? Some people read blogs and then leave opinions behind on those very blogs, by the use of typed words that are input to the server that hosts the blog! This is done via an internet connection! Our crazed uber-commenter (and Gawker ad fella!) LolCait reads all those words—and lets none of them be left behind. What's more, he rewards those that gets his goat.

At the end of the humanity, what will happen? Will this strange, fumbling species of ours leave record of all we've done? Once the Empire State Building has become a half-sunken monolith of moss and dirt, the American Apparel bench a small footnote in the history of benches, will our hopes, our dreams, all of our wondrous accomplishments and follies be somehow remembered? Probably not. But! There may still be some small corner of the internets that is accessible to the strange cockroach-Jocelyn Wildenstein hybrids that will inevitably survive. To that end, I hope they'll find our comments, and know that at one point in this ever-spinning world (well, until 2025 when the world stops spinning and just starts weeping) there were those who recognized and mercilessly scorned doucheyness, who spun words like Spinderella spun beats, who made us laugh, cry, and sometimes shiver in grim pity (where ARE you, NewToJezebel??). So, here. Let's add to the pile.

From DOLA in "Williamsburg Herpes Avenger" Is Fighting STDs With Fliers:
"Being incredibly socially awkward has its benefits."

From KARENUHOH in Nick Hornby Wants to Save You a Dollar On Your Next Munchies Purchase:
"If you go to any Tri-State Supercuts by this Sunday Jay McInerney will call and tell you what he had for lunch."

From Alleged Underage Tranny Sex Vic Says Epstein Barks Like Dog, Wears Lipstick, Is Called "Janice":
"The safe word is 'Tootsie.'"

From DWAYNE PROVCECHO in The Year 2525:
"Zombie Jane Jacobs is not pleased."

From FILEUNDER Katie Lee Joel Fails To Uphold HuffPo Celebrity Blogging Standards:
"Billy, please pack your wives and go."

From SYLVIAPLATHWASFRAMED in The Underminer"=:
"Can we do an Underminer for the friend in the complicated LDR who gets called by the rich bitch friend, recently engaged, who goes on about how relieved she is to not have to work anymore, and says, 'You'll probably want a smaller ring if you ever get engaged, because you tend to like scruffy guys that make less but follow their altruistic, side, which is so great, but it means they can't afford Tiffany'?

It's okay if you don't do it, I just want you guys to know, my best friend is such a bitch."

What a week! Beginning with last Friday's Great Commenter Cull (from which some of you have been miraculously and quickly resurrected), we have since seen the end of Rod Momo Townsend's 24-part epic tone poem "Past, Over", only to witness, like a phoenix from the ashes, a delightful new KarenUhOh feature.

And, I'd like to get you all involved just a little bit more. This is the Commies, no? Do you know about Communism? If not, either go see Tom Stoppard's wonderful new play Rock 'n' Roll, or just heed these three (overly) simple words: it's about everyone. To that end, I'd like to make a new addition to these Commies of ours: the party's pick, as it were. If you see a comment throughout the week (just one or two, not ten, please) send me an email (lolcait@yahoo.com), and at the end of the week I'll see which comment was flagged the most and here it will go. Sound good? Great.

Hugs and catbags.