Excuse my general blogging slackery. Ahem.

Two items. The first, a dude writes into Jezebel about a problem: he left an expensive new shirt at his ex-boyfriend’s and he wants it back. Consensus of the commenters: Dude, you’re not getting that shirt back.

The second is an awesome Cary Tennis screed, brought to my attention via Gawker.

So, I have this advice-column blog called The Advice Blender. I update it even less than I update this blog, so I figured, maybe I’ll consolidate! So we’re going to try doing Advice Blender posts over here and see how that goes. Hopefully, you can locate them easily.

So, two Cary Tennis posts, because he is full of the crazy.

1. Someone seriously overthinks accepting a Facebook friend request. Cary tries to speak like the Young People, then is basically like, whatever, dude. (Gawker gets in on the mocking.)

2. Cary answers a smug know-it-all, and Gawker takes the time to count how many words it takes Cary to basically say, “shut up.” (462) It’s kind of a thing of beauty.

I promise to be more insightful next time. Stay tuned!