oct 9 in idea barrages

Updating the cataloguing for the reference section of the library where I work, I realized at last what people did before facebook: extensive exhaustive family genealogies.

As a person who suffered ear infections every winter as a kid, I cannot imagine something less sexy than ASMR of having one’s ear licked, injecting millions of germs into the moist petrie dish of the auditory canal. Germphobia keeps a person vanilla, I guess.

You can sing “Supercalifragilicisticexpialidocious” to the tune of YANKEE DOODLE DANDY, if you try hard enough but please, do not turn it into a Red Hot Chili Peppers song, no one needs that.

Your head-canon where The Cat In The Hat is a Time Lord is called “Doctor Whousse”.

The good thing about making a fourth Matrix movie is that you don’t really have to worry about holding to continuity or anything. The few people who actually watched the third Matrix film were too high to remember a thing about it.

“Oh, YOUTH soccer! Soccer for kids!” he exclaimed. “What did you think it meant?” she asked. “Y’know, like… youths were the ball.”

You will know the Seventh Seal of the Apocalypse has been broken when the furries get together and open up a Hooters-like beer-and-wings restaurant called TAILS.

A documentary about Staten Island narrated by Sir David Outerboroughs.