Oh, that is marvellous.

I don't mind being flatly friendzoned—I much prefer it to the "Well, I have a girlfriend now, so we can longer spend all that platonic time together" brushoff which I have *explicitly* sat through in the past, and thought something was wrong with *me*, that I'd done something awful to end this friendship I had thought…

I have a really weird mental image now, of Livermorium and Flerovium standing up in front of class and telling everyone a little bit about themselves before they can take their seats.

You know how some people are about Where The Wild Things Are? Now, that's a great book, but Ashanti to Zulu is that to me. Of all the books I remember fondly, this is absolutely the most special. I'm always glad to see other people who remember it.

I was interpreting this: GET OUT YOUR GOD DAMN PRESS RELEASE KITS WE ARE GOING TO GO TO TOWN ON THIS SHIT to mean you thought that DC were the people orchestrating the press circus, as opposed to a reporter having brought up homosexuality in an interviewer, and DC answering the question, which is the way it's been…

It's a self powered airborne dead pet.

Okay, that's the weirdest thing I've seen on the internet this week...

I was about to declare that I don't do this with reading—but I do with TV, hugely.

Funny thing, tho...now one of the Green Lanterns is gay. So was Jason prescient? Affecting the decisions of DC? WHAT????

Yogilates.

Doesn't it depend on how fool-proof you think your system is>

Maybe the time travel is the core of the story, like—if you can travel in time, what do you have to do not get caught...fingerprints everywhere! And then you work through that tech but it turns out that the cart and horse are playing swapsies.

You can totally change it! Just get your own time machine and become the Dark Leaper.

How do we not know that they stopped 5 horrible wars, but there was just too much for them to be able to prevent the ones we know about?

Oh, god, the Dillons. I had no idea he did sff covers—I've always known him from deeply cherished children's books. From Ashanti to Zulu was our absolute favourite.

What are those round graphs called? This is the second time I've seen them used here.

Okay, someone needs to fund the soul patch study. And factor in forcibly shaving them off strangers' faces. I'm free weekends.

That is the spirit of the internet...

It exists, or rather, they exist: [www.newyorker.com] and [www.slate.com] and apparently Slate didn't like it either.

It's a reboot. Frankenstein fucking kills Hitler. You find out someone you'd considered straight is gay.