“as many as 40% of the current population of tortoises are thought to be descendants of Diego”

That has to be the longest-duration gif I’ve ever seen . . .

Does commenting here count as social media? Please say no; my sanity rides so, so heavily on believing this to be the methadone to FB/Twitter/etc which I’ve otherwise been able to quit.

Tom Holland needs to be cast in the next Tintin movie, either live-action or animated.

Maybe a new, weird, expensive proprietary memory format will save them. That’s always worked in the past . . .

Have you even *tried* strapping a radiation badge to a mutant squidmonkeyduck? Those fuckers are slippery.

Hmm, very interesting premise for either an anime or a prestige TV sci-fi/horror show. Go on, have me a script for the pilot by Monday.

Wake me when/if there’s Lost in Space season 3 news. 

Here’s the confusing thing: Wouldn’t you *want* a dumpster to be on fire? Or at the very least, not care so much if it was? I mean, what exactly is at risk in a dumpster fire? We have industrial facilities that are, essentially, controlled and managed dumpster fires. 

Virtual Reality: No, It Still Isn’t Very Good

But that’s just all genre films now, isn’t it? Like let me level with you: I did not really care for Endgame. I made the mistake of saying this online. I might as well have said how very much I enjoyed drop-kicking puppies. People seem to really Need This; they have bought a lot of stock in their favorite vroom-vroom…

Loveloveloved Living in Oblivion. Somebody put it on their VCR(!) in college one night and everyone crammed into this dorm room just sat and stared in confusion with the same,  unspoken feeling of “What even IS this?”

That damn chimpanzee picking up a bone and figuring it could use it to smash other bones . . .

Boy, I am *not* inspired to go flying anywhere on the Iran/Ukraine/Malaysia axis of aviation.

Ooh, a cut of greater-than-moderate depth!

After all of this horse-hockey, I want to ‘get clean’ of Star Wars. Like a drug addict/sex addict/drunk who wakes up in a dingy motel room, staggers to the bathroom, takes a look at himself in the mirror and wonders who it is he sees looking back at himself. 

I keep getting distracted by how very, VERY much the actress playing Yennefer looks like my sister-in-law. I keep wanting to bring this up in jest to my wife but then I realize that, no, talking about how much the frequently-topless lady looks like my sister-in-law is a weird and bad thing to do.

At the point we’re all getting *that* talmudic about Star Wars--or anything else--we need to step back and ask ourselves what are we really doing, what is the reason for our very Being, of what matter have we constructed our Selves, etc.

Maybe the opening hour or so of Force Awakens.