Who knows. Scientology?

Neil Gaiman once said something along the lines of, "there's no wrong way to find the thing you need," so - at least Synder enabled that for you.

It's more like how they update Dwarf Fortress. Two upgrades ago none of us had internal organs, but we're all still just ascii flickering on a screen.

True - "billion to one" sounds like he pulled it right out of his ass.

Is it idiotic, though? I mean, whether you call it a simulation or not, people have been struggling with "is reality real" questions for ages - from Buddha to Descartes, the gnostics.

Wow. Hate crime, eh? Who knew SNL, with all its imitating famous people, has basically been burning crosses for all these years on national television?

I love Tideland. It was my favorite of his since… Fear & Loathing, probably. Rank both of them up there with Brazil.

I am trying to formulate a joke about how in 2525 (if mankind is still alive) this show will be remembered because it's good (it is) but also because Raimi was an executive producer for Cleopatra 2525 (which was, in my memory, not very good, though: by the standards of the time, not that bad, either).

Growing up I only knew one kid with a Teddy Ruxpin. My memory was that said Teddy was regarded as an interesting device but not really… like… cute? Fun? Lovable?

Not the same thing, but similar, and terrifying:

Artists are often great con artists. I think this is a fair and honorable way for a con artistry-prone individual to make a living: they are only promising a dream and that is (best case scenario) all that they can deliver. A dream of a dream can even do in a pinch.

Nono, see: he can't take our guns away until he signals his army of inner city thugs to rise up en masse and then he declares martial law and then he's President for life and *then* he rolls up the Bill of Rights into a joint and smokes it with Willie Nelson & his local UN/NWO affiliate on the White House roof and…

That's weird. I'm not a huge fan of Clinton, but she really seems quite … like, good here - natural, comfortable, herself.

God, Bay would pretty much be the ideal Leni Riefenstahl for Trump's regime.

"whore prattle" would be the title of the zine I made if I could make a zine.

I did not know that Richard Kelly had some hand in bringing this guy to cinema.

He still sings a lot of lovely songs about love and rainbows and the like. Lots of hope there, under the gloom - sometimes not even under it, outright foregrounded.

I think his last two albums have both had songs on them that make me bawl. Which, granted, I'm an easy mark, and a huge Cohen nerd, but I can't say that about a lot of his albums.

I think it's sadder than "They Live"; I think we're in "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street" territory.

Dr. Phil has a family, right? They might be into it, since he lets them publish his books and stuff.