Jesus Christ.

It's well established that I'm an avid fan, if not "cybercriminal," of The Economist. But this horizontal bar graph providing the extent of various cyber-crimes is about as aesthetically pleasing as getting a peak at the ass-vertical of the delivery guy. I mean, c'mon: I'm no wardrobe person, or as it's called, "stylist," but the guy looks like a gay-prisoner from a 1920's cartoon or silent film, who now out of jail decides not to get out of his silk horizontaled bar pattern, but put on some dark cat-burglar gloves and go cyber-hacking, obviously worried that he might get his fingerprints on what is ostensibly his personal computer. And what's with the leer? It's about as threatening as bag of pasta. As well, cybercriminals aren't toughs. The ones doing the actually hacking or designing the software, they're gamers and role-players--computer dorks. No doubt some do indeed get rather large from all that lack of activity (I shouldn't talk), sitting there couch-bound and hungry.

If you were wondering why I would know the word "stylist," good catch. I was seeing one for a little while. Good girl. And cool. Client of note: The creepy yet attractive Olson Twin's clothing line photo-shoot. Unfortunately, the two weren't modeling; only one of them was there, and to just give the final nod. What happened? Well, I never saw the results because I didn't hang around much longer--definitely more of an "I'm a moron" move-on. Big eyes. Infectious laugh. Loud. Tough.