But if your McMansion lived there, you'd be home by now!

Fair enough … unless, of course, one's pet definition of "racist idiot"—or of "ignorance," for that matter—includes "proles" who merely have the effrontery to disagree with one on such multifaceted issues as Brexit and the details of immigration policy. I trust that isn't the case?

The important thing is, they've got superior beings such as you to uplift from their troglodytic mire and instruct them in the ways of humanity.

Not "filler," but the episodes were much more self-contained, the show was still finding itself a little bit, and the show's "mythology" (if you will), was barely taking shape. They're charming, but don't feel bound to sit through them just to get to the first major arcs, if you'd rather not.

There's never been anything wrong with the world that a grittier Holmes and Yoyo reboot wouldn't fix.

I din't start watching the show regularly until around the time of "Mirror Gem"; I hadn't seen most of the preceding episodes, and still haven't seen ALL of early Season One. But there wasn't a ton of serious continuity up to that point, so it didn't much matter.

Well, it's not the kind of revelatory everyone considered it at the time. But I still find it a damned good listen, and often play it at work.

Their ungrammatical album title ticks me off far, FAR, more that it reasonably ought to. Can't decide why.

Well, if there's one takeaway we can derive from all this: Chinamen are so damned touchy.

Curse his dopeness.

Mr. Greene, I know you've got bigger things on your plate right now than us. But if you should find yourself with a spare moment, it'd mean a lot to me if you could just check in and let us know you're around. Best wishes, thoughts, & prayers, and I hope you (and your family) weather everything that goes on today ……

This article did not begin with Riki-Oh. This article's middle did not largely concern Riki-Oh. This article did not end with Riki-Oh. The author of this article, after writing it, did not douse himself in gasoline, climb into a cannon, and fire himself into a blazing arc over the city, his fist extended, shrieking…

It's weird, right? Even when a fictional work would have brought things to some dramatically satisfying conclusion, we real people are still left standing—with more days to face, one at a time.

I'm sorry, Greene, that not it; I've just got a bad habit of intellectualizing things that are best left unintellectualized. Please forgive me my limitations in that area; but please understand—I don't want to see that pain end up having its way with you.

I'll refrain from saying "I understand," because every person is unique and so is every spiritual wound we sustain—it's never the same way twice. A lot of life involves us picking ourselves up, and dusting ourselves off, after the sort of things where it seems that decency shouldn't ask any more of us. But life, it…

It's okay. No one here's demanding you to "function." You don't have to do anything on our behalf. We're just here, is all. I understand you don't know us as well. That's all right. But all human relationships are a process—think of us as friends in utero. No one Web site, and no one social milieu, is any person's…

I'm terribly sorry to hear it. Sometimes, it seems as if adulthood is one long process of saying goodbye to people you'll never be ready to lose. It feels bleak … but that's always been the human condition. We say goodbye to loved ones, and eventually loved ones say goodbye to us.

Talk about it. Some of us have also had worst weeks of our lives. That's not a form of one-upmanship; I'm saying that some of us have been there, or somewhere not far off from there, and can understand what you're saying. What have you got to lose?

Very true. Although, Jones did the first as a labor of love. Maybe he'd bite at the chance of doing a better job the next time around?

Maybe Jones will be involved, and maybe he won't … but don't rule out a Warcraft sequel. Depending on whose numbers you believe, the Chinese box office made the film mighty damned profitable.