Space blessings upon the anniversary of your expulsion from the womb!

The world may never know.

So it's your fault!

I haven't seen that quote, but I have seen the sarcastic meta-comment about it, and it is magnificent.

DON'T DATE ROBOTS!

Oh, of course, the University of Colorado at Denver. Big Irish town, that.

I had no idea UC Davis had such a large Irish student body.

Stressful, but ultimately rewarding. I completed my cross-country move from New York to L.A., which was a giant pain in the ass but worked out all right. I look forward to not moving again for years and years.

I watched The Muppet Movie, because I discovered that it was free through my cable's On Demand service. I also caught bits of some unusual other movies on TV: Boston Blackie Goes Hollywood, an entry in the old detective series; The Lieutenant Wore Skirts, a Tom Ewell picture in which he attempts to prevent his wife,…

I'm sure Mrs. Sinister was an excellent professor.

When in doubt: fart button.

Beyond Good & Evil 2, for me. I was sure that whole notion had been quietly taken out behind the Ubisoft barn and shot, and now it's… well, it's something or other, we know that much.

Occurrence at Shark Creek Bridge

Hey, I'm going to this tonight! (Well, the simulcast version.) Should be fun.

Interesting, looks like they're positioning Mrs. Beasley in more of a bodyguard role. Good way to get her involved in the action. And I like to nods to the comics background of Scrooge and the boys.

At last, chauffeurs DO rule the world!

DON'T DATE ROBOTS!

I for one think we should salute Peach's dedication to infrastructure improvements. Considering the general whimsical nature of her nation, a loop-de-loop racetrack with powerups scattered about is presumbably roughly equivalent to a six-lane interstate. It's that kind of attention to the needs of her subjects that…

Plus, Bowser's pimpin' wedding tux. Though I can't imagine how he thinks an obviously coerced marriage ceremony is going to help him consolidate his power over the Mushroom Kingdom. Unless it's just a propaganda stunt to establish some form of legitimacy with the conquered citizenry, presumably followed by quietly…

Because mad scientists force me to do so, along with my robot friends.