It was quite a long walk to get to the punchline.

The labored – call it agonizing – sentence structure employed in the aforesaid comment was submitted merely for the enjoyment – and, perhaps, though not entirely, for the confusion – of the commentariat herein and can be found, at the present moment in time, such as it were, here alone, unless and, though one hopes…

I’m setting the over/under at the first Kinja appearance of username “Mythopoetic Stu” at 5 minutes from now. And...GO.

I have a never-to-be-finished PhD, which ought to predispose me toward grandiloquence.

To make Mythopoetic Stew:

If you have to use big words or lots of conjunctions or lots of prepositions, it might be that you’ve pre-instantly arrived at the fact that you have no fucking idea as to the point you’re trying to make.

Well, I’ll go to college and learn some big words
And I’ll talk real loud, goddamn right I’ll be heard
And you’ll remember the guy who used all those big words
He must’ve learned in college

People like to hate on “I can’t even,” but how else are you supposed to respond to a review like that or the New Yorker one? Good God.

There’s a huge difference between taking it seriously as a work of art and whatever this review is.

There’s none of the Shakespearean space politics, enticingly florid dialogue, or experiential thrills of the best of George Lucas’s “Star Wars” entries (“Attack of the Clones” and “Revenge of the Sith”).

I think it’s one of those sentences that you type the first few words and then let the autocomplete guess what word you were going to use next and just keep repeating that to see where it goes.

That hack Shakespeare never had the vision to make JarJar Binks a galactic senator.

I have a vague notion but got lost in the mythopoetic stew of shitty writing.

I wrote something similar in high school when I read the book jacket but not the book but turned in a book report anyway.

Honestly that whole dumb album is great and I hate myself but oh well. I’m getting too old to care.

I feel like it was written and recorded in 2005 and the producers were just now like “oh shit! we were supposed to release this!”

Am I losing it or has Weezer named every one of their albums ‘Weezer’?

You’re the most inspid song of 2016!

It’s like turkey bacon. When I want *that* it’s fine. It’s its own thing. But holy hell don’t try to give it to me when I want BACON. It’s like that with grilled cheese sandies.

Recently, I was with a friend and he wanted to watch Crash. I had never actually seen 2006 Crash, but I thought I knew the premise, I at least knew some of the actors in it. He starts telling me it’s about people that get off on car crashes and I was like “Really? What the fuck? I had no idea. I thought it was…