For me the great takeaway from all this is there's an animal called a catshark.

It's kind of like how people in so many horror flicks struggle to come up with words for immortals who feed on human blood and reanimated corpses that eat the living. How many lives could be saved if we just give them all televisions.

Makes me sad I may have given up on this too soon (after 2nd ep. actually).

A good friend of mine, who ironically lives in Prague (originally he's from New Zealand) was detained by the NYPD for taking photos on the Brooklyn Bridge. After some questioning they permitted him to call the friend he was staying with. The conversation went something like this:

One day apart, my birthday is July 20th, 1964. The July 20th landing of Viking 1 must make us space-brothers so let's lift a cup together and shed a tear for Neil.

His stuff is what would happen if Instagram worked on paint.

Perhaps the alien virus is already here producing hideous mutant comment sections. We're doomed!