Just the Master's? I bet you've done some interfacing with reality too.

I realize these comments might be deliberate errors, but Arabic numerals and zero are attributed to India.

I spat Coors all over the patient's chest cavity.

I'm not recommending anything, but the serial killer feature suggests a way that the AV Club could improve their obituaries to be both timely and detailed.

Again, I think really the question of whether Mal is in a dream is designed to be not just ambiguous but balanced so that even on closer examination, neither side has a convincing advantage. The "still dreaming" ending isn't out of kilter with the rest of the movie because it changes the kilter of the rest of the…

I don't seriously think the ambiguity must have a secret correct answer. Parsing it as "And they lived happily ever after [because they're in a movie]" works fine for me.

The movie repeatedly encourages the viewer to ask, "If you didn't know, would the circumstances shown here point to the situation being real or imaginary?" all the way up to the last scene, the Hollywood happy ending, where the characters have just escaped from about 5 cliffhangers in a row. Since "Yes, that does seem…

If he's still imagining it, then his hang-ups overcame him, not vice versa. The "solution" then was to give in and stop fighting. One imaginary heroine replaces another. But of course he's still imagining it. If it was real and not Hollywood, he wouldn't get the nicely wrapped ending like that. The lack of correlation…

Isn't Albert Schweitzer played out by now?

Let's gather round and listen! Imagine all the things this man has seen and everything he could teach us, the youth of today!

The skaters do resemble MS-Paint cartoons. (Which you'd only expect from freeze-framing athletes at unfortunate moments, but eh.)

Spoiler: two babies are shocked into spiritual maturity when they recognize their souls have remained connected through millennia of life and death. They grow up to be beautiful people raising beautiful children together on a farm where they raise horses.

Some animals derive sexual pleasure from the prospect of being consumed. The presence of such deviants would spoil the esprit de corps of the slaughterhouse, where they want animals who volunteer for the right reasons.

That's dangerous, you could get run over by chickens.

Too vague. I want to know what I'm eating, as in: ingredients: esterized vegetable oil, Rusty the dog, Barker the seal.

Something something "something pocket" everyday. If you know what I mean.

Good point. The headline really should have been "Almost all varieties of Hot Pockets feature healthy cuts of delicious USDA-approved meat. Buy one today!" but I guess that wouldn't have adequately advanced the writer's agenda.

That's a very euphonius sentence, and instead of parsing it I think I'll assume it's a statement about the clear mountain waters of the Rockies or something else that belongs in a John Denver song.

Almost precisely ditto, but only about Glass Bead Game. Probably still good despite being earnest.

Love and Rockets were pioneers of the "it means we have sex now" school of interpretation of sacred Hindu texts.