I received the tie on the left as a gift almost 15 years ago. (I just looked in my closet -- it's got a 1993 copyright date on it.) I've never worn it, even when I was rebelling against a ridiculous sales associate dress code that forced me to wear a tie every day for two years.

Beatles tie? No problem. Halloween skeleton tie? No problem. Superman tie? No problem. Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer? No problem? Disembodied Star Trek Heads tie? Nope, too weird for me.

Seriously, I go to Gen Con on a semi-regular basis, and that tie is still too much for me.

Wow. Stop by Boing Boing on my coffee break, and discover that Maricopa County is after internet records that would include me. This is definitely going to be the weirdest thing that happened to me today.

I don't even live in Arizona anymore, I just like to read about my old stomping grounds once in a while. But now I'm trying to remember if I ever used my work computer to read the New Times, just in case Thomas really tries to subpoena the entire Internet.