You are not doing yourself any favours.

Yeah, well fuck you too pal. Sorry to break it too you, but everyone reading your posts here thinks you're crazier than a box of bats. In fact, your entire comment history is full of bizarre gibberish about Moses and shit. Stop, you're embarrassing yourself.

You've misunderstood my use of the word 'exercise' I'm afraid. The phrase 'exercise of the imagination' simply means use of the imagination - it has nothing to do with gym workouts.

Science fiction doesn't need to contain phenomena that could plausibly exist. It's an exercise of the imagination.

I'm disappointed when Middleditch isn't anywhere.

"How was I supposed to know Wolf Blitzer was married?"

Okay that's somewhat clearer, thanks for taking the time to explain. I had no idea that any of this was a thing, which as you say is part of the point.

Oh for fuck's sake, no it is not. However, your question suggests that you are a racist (not so obliquely either) which is a much better indicator of sociopathy than smoking weed.

What?

I had the Fist-O action figure. I wasn't content to see fisting up on the screen, I needed to have it in my life.

A few years ago I saw an episode of He-Man for the first time since I was a kid. There was a sequence in which Skeletor summoned a bunch of evil characters to help him in his latest plan - it consisted of nothing more than him calling their names accompanied by barely animated shots of each of the characters, none of…

Ohhh. Bud-hole.

I got the biggest laugh of the episode from his delivery of: "Whoa. That's some poetic thoughts, B."

Oooh, ees a CLEVER little boy!

I definitely saw the connection there. It helps that I saw the first episode twice.

Yes, and it was the same dog that Darius saw just before the shooting - he said he was having de ja vu and knew the dog would be there.

That there was brought to you by the letter 'S', as in snaaap.

I mean, yeah it was just a novelty record. It was silly but it didn't make me angry or anything.

I can't say I'm a huge fan of the Rednex version, but the song itself is a classic old-time fiddle tune like Arkansas Traveller or Cripple Creek.

I don't cotton to it neither. What these New York dudes know about frailing some o' the old knockdown gunhammer on the banj'r?