The Journal of Ephemeral Inspiration promises a neverending spew of pointless minutae, brilliant yet useless ideas, troublingly cruel commentary and emphatic musings on whatever shiny object happens to catch our collective eye. Always remember, hate the game, not the playa.
A Thousand Words: The Love God
Sure, we know what you're thinking-- we took the easy way out. You think we took this already eye-rolling nugget of Hollywood irony and frosted it with a quick layer of our own silky buttercream tomfoolery (i.e., we drew a huge yellow schlong on Barney Fife). That's what you think.
But you were also pretty sure Jenny Wilbanks was feeding worms in a Georgia landfill, now weren't you, smartypants?
No Carnac, here at the J.E.I. the credo of the A Thousand Words column is we calls 'em likes we sees 'em, and when we saw that Universal Studios was Onan-ising Don Knotts, how could we not make the call?
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