Ceci N’est &c.

I’ve seen this kind of thing before, but something about encountering it in an e-book is especially weird:

Wikipedia, of course, already has all the angles covered:

The phrase is a self-refuting meta-reference, in that it falsifies itself by its very existence on the page in question.

See also.

CURRENT STATUS (I will notify Facebook momentarily): trying to simultaneously read Collapse, a book on Microsoft Access, and Mark Bittman’s utterly peerless How to Cook Everything. Lunch will probably be a peanut-butter–and-banana sandwich on Whole Foods–brand whole-wheat sandwich bread (two endpieces — pretty tragic), lettuce (the dregs of a semi-slimy head of romaine — Whole Foods never has the good stuff at night), and maybe a baked potato with cheddar cheese if I can figure out the technology that requires. Dinner, you ask? Linguine (the wrong kind of noodle for this dish, apparently, but I am insane) with olive oil, garlic, and garbanzo beans (maybe chiles too!). And maybe some Swiss chard with pine nuts and currants, if I manage to buy some chard and figure out what it is (not in that order) before too late.

In short, I have used a day off from work to prosecute class warfare. Also blogging. Class(y) blogging. Ass blogging! Ass flogging! Ass-flossing (I hate that nasty term “buttfloss” — like, gag me w/a spoon, you know?).

In conclusion:

2. buttfloss

A thong on anything for anything.

"DAMN! Lookit that buttfloss"