Also HPV, which the vast majority of sexually experienced people apparently have, but few people suffer from.

That's it, "wake the Ancients" is taking the place of "release the hounds" in my phrasebook from now on.

I believe in classical war etiquette, shooting an unarmed man is kosher if he's wearing a breastplate. They weren't to know that said breastplate was designed to explode when hit with energy weapons. A strange design choice.

Oh nuh uh.

I admit I had to hide a few tears when Burgess Meredith's trainer died in Rocky 3. I was just so mad at Clubber Lang. Thank goodness theaters are dark.

I similarly ignored all the classics my folks gave young me until I was in my twenties at least. Catcher in the Rye? Maybe later. The Little Prince? Nice try. Moby Dick? Fuck you. Of course they all turned out to be great years after I had pitched the gift copies. I can't vouch for How to Win Friends though.

Low-hanging fruit salad, my favorite.

They got their own college.

I thought he was Armenian for some reason; maybe just the way the name sounds.

Like Runequest, CoC introduces some great gaming tools without ever perfecting them, and also had some serious balancing issues. In CoC, you're always losing your mind; in Runequest, you're always losing a limb. There are still some excellent games to be made by cannibalizing that system.

The game precedent is quite clearly Call of Cthulu, thank you very much. The main objective of that game seemed to be finding out what was happening without actually seeing it and going insane. My friends and I stole the sanity check idea for our own RPG design, and it's been there in various forms ever since.

I thought it was chip oil, which made no sense to me as a kid, but in context is worse than fish oil.

Vidi/viditye in Russian. Most of the strange words are Russian: moloko, gulliver, plott, yazzik, rabbit, droog, crast, peet… the amazing thing is how English they make it sound.

I never made the connection between that soundtrack and The In Sound From Way Out before. Also hadn't realized that "Walter and Wendy Carlos" referred to one person.

Still not as good as Walter/Wendy Carlos

Campy Donal Logue, hmmmmm, I may watch this show after all.

Considering the guy's last name is now an adjective and a verb, I don't think he needs to prove himself any further in the field of being Cronenberg. Might as well get into something new.

Long as they get mutated by a freak show barker who's even nuttier in real life than on screen, I'm all in.

Sounds like Cousin of Chucky.

I don't think I'm ready for that level of commitment.