Handy Crib Sheet For That Awkward Moment

We've all had them--that split-second when we navigated to "my-suspiciously-banal-website-name dot com" and were confronted with enormous quantities of flesh that was in truth not designed for electronic display so much as it was designed (or augmented) for jiggling (no, no, not Rush Limbaugh).

And it is always, unerringly, at that moment when your boss of the opposite sex (and/or wife/husband) puts its head through the door (often quite forcefully) and says "Anderson! I need that file ..."; and then flees.

For such moments, Timothy McSweeney has a solution.