I saw the one and only PFT walking down the street in a suit with some other good looking people, headed to the Silverlake Film Festival. I had half a mind to yell out "Best Show!" or "FOT!" or some crap, but I decided to let the man have his dignity in the company of adults. It was only after he walked by that I realized I totally had the "Eat Flaming Death Fascist Media Pigs" marahton premium t-shirt on under a short-sleeve button-down. I considered how fmu-centric my life experience has become...