Something less tangible than, for instance, the Chupacabra.

Thank god. I thought it was me, when it was actually you.

"…capitalism ruins everything…"

(plays incredibly complicated solo)

What I'm told (ie., maybe I don't know what I'm talking about) is that (1) you can't delete your comments, (2) you can't have a private account.

"Excellent!"

Well, I have purposely sabotaged myself before.

It's what the works of Jorge Luis Borges were really getting at.

Oh, Ms. Pancakes!

That's why everyone was so delightful!

But that "Phel and PrisonWine got married" thing is totally real, right?

This always makes me think of the excellent 7Seconds cover.

I'm pretty sure that's exactly what will happen.

Answer to number 2:

(plays descending Carnivale trumpet riff)

A rock we put an eternal footprint on, and a malevolent lamp that's just waiting to burn your face off.

But, you won't own your new Kinja account. They will.

So, Sean.

Since I'm never going to try it, I'll just accept one free 'I told you so'.

I don't remember if I've ever upvoted you, and I don't understand your comment.