I’m not sure when McSweeney’s started to become more eye-rolls than chuckles, but how long have they been mining exactly the same schtick?

I laughed when I read Macbeth written like a Howard Cosell play-by-play.
I guffawed when I read the Sears & Roebuck catalogue as written by Chekov.
I chuckled when I read the e.e. cummings version of the Rocky III script.
I snorted when I read the urban planning document as rendered by Oscar Wilde.
I snickered when I read the e-mails between God and syndicated columnist Dave Barry.
I smiled when I read the castaway diaries of Martha Stewart.
I shrugged when I read the Garfield scripts of Nietzsche.
I sighed when I read Ptolemy’s letters to the editor.

I think you’re done, boys.