Truth is having a bad week on the Internet

A handy reminder: people make things up on the internet. Tip-stiffed because the judgmental patrons disapproved of her "lifestyle"? Well, now we have the catchy and euphonious term "tip hoax probe." That "Viral" essay about "poverty lessson?" Well, er, hmm. That "epic" twitter exchange between some guy and Pace Picante's account? Fake. That equally "epic" series of tweets about a loud complaining lady on a Thanksgiving flight? Why, that was performance art. Here's how the Telegraph put it:

Buzzfeed, which previously said that the guy "won Thanksgiving," whatever the hell that means, now says the story was made up. HuffPo is on it:

Hard to believe that U.S. Airways hasn't gotten back to Huffington Post Canada yet.

JUST SAY NO TO HOBO This would tax the senses of anyone who has a passing interest in good fonts. Alan writes:

He's right. Oy.

He continues:

Daughter came home from school the other day and said they'd studied Egypt. Guess what the font was in the book? Of course: Papyrus. Also overused by yoga-class fliers and anything relating to aromatherapy. Here's Mistral:

MYSTERY Dearcabbie.com's text says:

Why you'd ask a cabbie about your innermost doubts and questions, I can't imagine. Especially if the cabbie can't find 35W without TomTom.

The cabbie:

The text comes from dearcabbie.com,a site that popped up in a google ad box. Someone paid for it. I can't figure out why. Eventually the cab moves, and that's rather cool, except for the unmoving mouth and eyeless face and the looping video and the sense that you've died and gone to hell.

Is that the case? I typed "Am I in hell? into the "ask the cabbie" field. No answer. Reloaded the page. The lips in the rearview mirror parted slightly. Tried one of the "most frequently asked questions." Nothing. Maybe you'll have better luck. Or, if you just want to experience what it's like to be driven in circles by an enigmatic driver who refuses to answer your repeated demands to be released, give it a shot.

Like postcards, for example. Today's Strib has a story on the Soo Line building's rebirth as an apartment building. Someone was sent a postcard of the building almost 90 years ago; someone put it in a drawer; someone took it out decades later and it ended up in my hands. This is what they removed from the second floor when the building was renovated in the 60s.