Damn right!

I'm an atheist who doesn't talk about it much but sometimes pretends to be the leader of a fictional religion on the Internet. Where do I fit on this spectrum?

Oh, so that's what this is. I've been seeing subway posters for this that just showed an overhead view of some streets. I didn't know if it was a movie or a series or what, just that it existed, was on HBO, and had an unhelpfully vague title. Good to know.

Ah, DinoPark Tycoon! Memorable for its cover image of a pseudo-raptor dressed as a bespectacled accountant clutching a wad of cash, eager to sell his reptilian brethren into demeaning servitude. My elementary school computer lab had a wonderfully well-stocked edutainment library, so I played it once. i was… not great…

I've gone to the walkthroughs many times in my adventure game-playing career, but I like to think I kept it moderate. The whole fun is figuring things out yourself, of course, but a roadblock is a roadblock. Most recently, Grim Fandango had be dipping out to look at a hint every now and then. A lot of obtuse puzzles…

A friend of mine was once showing off all the cheats he knew in Grand Theft Auto 3, and I couldn't help noticing how often they resulted in his death. He did the code to give prostitutes weapons, and one of them promptly walked up and killed him. He did the code to make cars appear from the sky, and was squashed by a…

I get the impression that Gerald knew all along what an absurd sitcom scenario he was involved in, and was determined to play it out by the book, hence the old-fashioned accoutrements.

I was under the impression that everybody comes to Rick's.

I think it was called The Bus That Couldn't Slow Down.

"Magic Show" introduces one of the show's recurring conundrums, namely: Why is Phoebe friends with Helga in the first place? It often seems like an unequal relationship, with Helga often giving orders and Phoebe jumping to them. More of a bully-toady act than anything else, really. It seems like the smaller, more…

Woohoo!

Well, I see they've already filled their crying/singing/singing-while-crying quota.

The good news thread is also cursed.

You monster! Now I have the worst non-Butcher-Pete-related song from Fallout 4 stuck in my head! Have you no sense of decency?

Bah, we can do better than that. You, madam, have the boorish manners of a Yalie!

I'm having exterminators in to my apartment yet again on Friday. Which is, on balance, a good thing - death to bugs! - but it means I have to bag up a lot of stuff again, which is a giant pain in the ass and means I have to postpone most of the other stuff I wanted to get done this week. In the meantime, I'm itchy and…

Criminy!

That's "haberdashery," chum. Clearly this is the work of that malicious milliner, the Mad Hatter!

Phrasing!

Boring. I worked all three days and not much of interest happened. I got some writing done, and made a plan to improve my job search. And since I walked home around midnight every day, I got to enjoy the spectacle of guys shooting off fireworks in the middle of narrow New York City streets, sometimes horizontally.…