They did have King Midas, sort of.

The reading monk reminds me of Spider Jerusalem.

Ditto. The non-visible category tags are punking me.

The saucer was covered in tea.

Clearly, she is Khan.

Came here for Lying Cat. Satisfied.

While watching this episode:

If they want to defuse the Immortals, all they need to do is give them each a sword.

That. Would be. Magnificent.

You lot go ahead. I'll put the chairs up on the tables and turn off the lights.

Here is the Internet. It belongs to you now, Annalee.

I saw a lot of ST:TNG costume influences, random futuristic ambassador outfits and big accessories.

I thought it was particularly good because of the Jeff as Dane Cook reference in the previous episode.

We in Michigan just can't bear to listen to Bob Marley because we can't even get medical marijuana properly legalized. We make up for it during the Hash Bash, though.

Perfect. But now I can't unimagine Kermit and Rizzo in Midnight Cowboy.

So, perfect locations for people with extreme allergies and/or multiple chemical sensitivities? Let's charter a flight.

Probably some wanna-be supervillain.

If Leelo was "the Firth Element," then I'll be in my bunk, pining for the fjords.

Yup. To my non-comic/superhero-geek friends and family, I'm using the term "sci-fi pulp adventure."