You know, at the end of a hard day I like to kick back and read a good list. I like saying the word list. List, list, list. Actually, I’m not saying it aloud at this moment, but it’s still fun to say in my head. List. The word itself sounds deadly boring. Full of endless crap to do or contemplate. McSweeney’s website is very fond of lists. Here are some very good reasons not to procreate, in list form, of course.