So, I’ll get halfway through the wait and get to watch Stranger Things. I think I can pace myself.

I, for one, welcome our Westworld overlords.

Or a HOUSE.

Yeah, I vicious-ed the hell out of the ones that came after me for having the audacity to open my breaker box this morning. I dusted off and nuked them from orbit. It was the only way to be sure.

I saw that documentary! It was called “Food of the Gods”

Laundry?

Ehhhhh, what the hell?

My favorite quote of all time: “Any sufficiently advanced technology is completely indistinguishable from magic.” Bring on the magic.

Lose Netflix? Never. Why? Stranger Things.

Don’t watch so damn much TV. Would it kill you to go for a walk? Read a book? Play with your kids? Wash the cheetos off your hands?

You’re just jealous, because even if she’s imaginary, I would still have more friends than you.

We don’t embed prime numbers in our broadcasts of American top 40 (or do they still have that now?). I’m sure many of our early broadcasts won’t be discernible as regular patterns or information. They may not be talking to us yet, just letting their jams float off into space.

Sounds like the Commonwealth games in India a few years ago.

I did frighten my friend. While she didn’t turn white, her undies did turn brown.

Um, not to pick nits here, but I’ve never seen any of my non-white friends turn white in any regard, be it from fear or otherwise. Not sure it’s biologically possible at all. Although I will test this assumption later today when I catch a co-worker coming out of the toilet. Should be fun!

Sorry, had to hotlink.

Is that a kit? I’ve been looking at catio options.

Those ears are bigger than the rest of the dog! Husky cross.

This.