I told myself I was done with this a long time ago. Done with singular words edited onto photographic representations of highly processed grains. No longer was I going to engage in ambiguously ironic application of written words onto depictions of loaves.
Here I stand.
You have forced my hand, ttv message boards. So many times I thought the joke had run out of novelty, that there were strict limits to how long anyone would be willing to keep doing this, and yet here we are. We have looped across the cliche, the self-referential, the utter non sequitur, and then gone straight back to cliches so many times over. I have stood by and watched, being mildly amused but NO MORE can I be a mere passive observer.
It is time