It’s quite a day for House of Uster, my World of Warcraft Guild. Long-time guild member Mark “Hammuster” Lee is featured in two different Onion articles today, in various ways.

In Drunk Will Show You, Everybody, Mark plays the drunk in the photographs.

Baby, You Mean the World of Warcraft to Me reads: “I would climb the highest peak of Mount Hyjal to toil for 100 days and 100 nights in the mines in order to extract the precious ore so that I may fashion you a necklace of the finest thorium. My warrior, Hammuster, devoted his game’s life to the professions of mining and smithing just so that I might accomplish that very thing.”

The love-letter also mentions “I’ve introduced you to my comrades-in-arms in the Ulster guild, and they all accept you as kin,” which I take to be inspired by “Uster.”


Vote for This Shirt

April 20, 2006

My friend Dan designed a shirt for a competition over at Threadless. Please go there and vote for his shirt so he wins $2000. 

t-shirt close up


April 19, 2006


How to Make Your Own Totally Sweet Mario Question Blocks and Put Them Up Around Town Because It's Really Awesome

"The Portage County Hazardous Materials Unit and Bomb Detection Unit were called in to downtown Ravenna on Friday morning after seventeen suspicious packages — boxes wrapped in gold wrapping paper with question marks spray painted on them — had alarmed residents."

The teenage girls responsible for the Super Mario Bros-themed project regard it an art installation. "This is not a sinister 'game', it is supposed to be a comment on public spaces being routinely used for advertising (billboards, etc) but not for art (these boxes)," says, where you can see photos of other boxes and read "Poster Child's" article which inspired the girls.


April 19, 2006


On his blog holaolah, Ryan observes that Pabst Blue Ribbon is now sponsoring NPRs “All Things Considered.” He notes “In recent years, PBR has enjoyed a bit of a comeback, especially with live music venues. It’s a fashionable beer for the indie set.”

When I was a bartender several years ago near Union Square, I had a Tuesday afternoon crowd of business men who’d come in to get trashed as cheaply as possible on PBRs and Schaffers. These days, we serve PBR at the UCB Theater for $2. While I see the UCBT as a pretty hip place, my impression of PBRs brand identity has been unaffected. But I guess the evidence speaks for itself. De facto, PBR is fashionable.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, this hypertext must show.