The nice people at the pharmacy won’t call you an asshole. Go get your shot.

If you must lie, get better at it.

57,000 people dead in 2014 and you don’t consider that a terminal illness? How many have to die before you take a disease seriously?

And the effectiveness of not getting a shot would be zero. If you claim to be a math geek, do the math.

I find it fascinating that a relatively mundane object, a mass-produced movie poster — technically “It’s only a poster” — has now genuinely reached the level wherein its purchaser is not so much its owner, but rather its guardian and caretaker, akin to owning a  First Folio Shakespeare.

You’re probably falling (in an uncontrolled non-dive) the equivalent of five to ten stories, hitting water, and if the impact doesn’t do you damage, there’s a good chance that the air will be knocked out of your lungs, which will help you drown when you take that first big breath of seawater.

Just because you’re “trying” to make a point. There, as the kids say, I fixed that for you.

Better ease off on the caffeine. Just because someone disagrees with Gaidin doesn’t mean Gaidin is right.

I meant bleak in the sense that it opened the door to another season-long time-travel mystery which is pretty much the same season-long time-travel mystery they keep throwing at us. I think they either need to come up with better season-long stories or drop the entire concept.

While there were a lot of charming performances floating around, and Barry finally getting The Ring really brought back my inner eight-year old, just the realization that this show is — yet again — stuck in a time loop of its own devising made the whole episode seem quite bleak.

Hope they shortlist him for the next Justice League, too. Or maybe he’d have more fun with Justice Society?

So when this comes to trial, will they be wearing swimsuits? Evening wear? And will there be a talent section for the lawyers?

Be interesting to read a story which is essentially a debate on this very issue between one of Asimov’s sentient robots (pro-BDSM and by extension, pro human freedom) and one of Jack Williamson’s humanoids (anti-BDSM and again by extension, anti-freedom). And of course, in both instances, the robots would take it as a…

A scenario worthy of Rod Serling himself.

“...who wants to have kinky sex under surveillance?”

He doesn’t look like Spock, or even a Vulcan. He looks like the third nameless elf on the right in a bad Lord of the Rings movie.

But...you quit just before the story stopped in its tracks for seven books! You missed 6300 pages of...of...well, of something.

He’ll have to. After that at-bat, there’s a good chance that most of the pitches he’ll see in the playoffs will be in that same general area.

Hair of the dog. One monumentally bad movie to cleanse the palate of three awfully bad movies.

To heal from Hobbit, I prescribe a late-night viewing of Dragon Blade. It’ll cure what ails you!