I'm glad the book sheds more light on the shit Roddenberry pulled. Frankly, I think he's held in too high regard because of Star Trek, when it's clear that most of his story ideas were the same tired shtick every time—take some horrible thing, reverse the roles, call it a morality tale. Phasing him out during the…

Wow. For the first time since the last reboot, I'm tempted to start reading DC again. That's actually a fairly good change in the nature of the character, lots of potential for drama in there.

Some of these struck me as being updated versions of the costumes from David Lynch's Dune.

Man, the things I'd do for that view.

I never swore not to say any of these. Pretty much the opposite of that, actually.

We could keep sending prisoners there, and annex Canada. They've got oil, and they're not completely retarded.

Maybe, but the national IQ will go up by a non insignificant number.

This is why I support Texas secession. Do we really want them to be part of our country?

Some day we'll find out that the artificial flavor and color in placebos (because they aren't just sugar, they need to look and taste like a real medication) is actually a cure all.

Will It Blend has always been more entertaining than it should be. And I want one of those blenders.

Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters.

I call 'em as I see 'em.

Car accidents are part of nature. That's why, if I saw this guy walking into traffic, I'd let him get hit.

Later we'll teach them how to hold conversations by letting them read youtube comments.

I thought this was supposed to be a horror movie about time travel erasing people.

I had a fridge logic/horror moment with X-Men: Days of Future Past that was similar to the Marty thing, and I'm not the only one—the sudden realization that Wolverine just erased another person who lived his life, not just that, but someone who may have been happier since his love interest is still alive and the world…

House of Leaves, of course. Just sit down, dim the lights, put on a recording of children weeping, and begin.

The more I lean about platypuses (platypusi?), the more obvious it is that they're absolute proof of the existence or non existence of God. I just don't know which, and they, quite literally, aren't talking.

Wait, they thought post numbers were Canadian phone numbers? That's...wow.

Ah, yes. I browse many interesting wedstes.