Hmmm... I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to -humbly- inflate every little personal detail to make myself sound interesting. Or mayhap talk about how much I'm in love with Ebaum...Well, I refuse and I've never met Ebaum so I can't really say. I'd like to think that Ebaum is a midget. Kind of like a mini-me that sits behind a huge polished antique desk in some Wi-Fi capable bat-cave somewhere off the coast of Tahiti, sitting in an oversized leather chair, and with fingers steepled under his chin, he lets out a Barry White bassy giggle every time he sees a new LOL Cat picture submitted as he strokes "Mrs. Buttercup", his Persian feline friend.