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The laziest costume I’ve ever worn was Arthur Dent: pajamas, bathrobe, slippers, towel, TI-83/Palm (this was in the pre-smartphone era).

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Mr. McCurdy is the subject of one of my favorite Brian Dewan songs:

Is this about that gum I like coming back in style? Because I’ve been waiting for that for twenty five years.

British TV taught me to love the short, self-contained TV season. If they do this right, it’ll be consistently great throughout, with no filler.

While maybe not of the same literary caliber, the audiobooks of the Red Dwarf novels are fantastic. I was impressed on my first listen that they’d gotten the entire cast to reprise their voices... until I looked at the packaging and saw that it’s Chris Barrie—Arnold Rimmer—reading all of it.

Seriously? I didn’t see this until it showed up on Giz. The joke all over my feed was:

“...and then Scott Walker finally drops out of the race.”

What, no love for Darth Googly or the Electricity Jedi?

I can agree with that. Immensely entertaining, but I felt like most editors would have lopped off at least a third of the book.

So after reading this I sought out a celebrated ethnologist, and amused him with peculiar questions regarding the ancient Philistine legend of Dagon, the Fish-God; but soon perceiving that he was hopelessly conventional, I did not press my inquiries.

Yes, but I don’t see anyone taking other equally racist artists to task for their beliefs. There’s a significant anti-Lovecraft movement whose entire argument seems to hinge on his racism, but you never hear the same people denouncing, say, Richard Wagner or Flannery O’Connor or Forrest Carter or Walt Disney. None of

I’ve tried a handful of times over the last decade and a half to read The Eye of Argon, and I just can’t do it. Life is too short to deliberately force yourself through crap—especially if you can’t experience it passively like a movie (hello, Plan 9 from Outer Space).

“...Now if you look past the Big Bopper, you’ll see Frank Zappa and Lou Reed engaged in an eternal struggle of mutual resentment.”

I’ve always referred to Ghostbusters and Ghostbusters II as “The All-Male Ghostbusters” and “The Other All-Male Ghostbusters”, which didn’t make sense until recently.

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USB storage is one of a very small number of things that Windows handles better than Linux or OSX. When you copy files in those operating systems, you need to formally eject your storage media, which forces cached write operations to finish. In Windows, however, the progress bar doesn’t finish until it’s safe to yank

Philosophical question for the Android peeps: The update to Lollipop a few months back really underscored my heavy reliance on Xposed, which allows you to deliberately introduce, well, I’ll call them vulnerabilities to gain greater control over your device. I managed—somehow—to use Android without Xposed for years,

The Twin Peaks soundtrack got me through the worst years of my last job.

Every time you masturbate, hackers kill a kitten.

Three classic gaming profanity memories: