dec 28 in idea barrages

I must not nostal. Nostalgia is the mind-killer. Nostalgia is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my nostalgia. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the nostalgia has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

I enjoy that the phrases “what, even?” and “how odd!” mean the exact same thing.

What if decades of terrible National Lampoon movies were all a long con to redeem European Vacation? Vegas Vacation, all 53 Van Wilders, all to get us to say “well, it wasn’t as good as the first but it blows Cousin Eddie’s Christmas Island Vacation out of the water”?

I just realized that in “Sex and Candy” he says “who’s that casting meaningful stares”… I used to always think he said “medieval stares” and it was just a botched metaphor.

It’s really fun to pronounce “enhance” like “Beyonce”. Like “this picture, I can’t quite make out what’s in the lower right corner, is there a way to en-honce-ay?”

If they had the villains from Super Mario sing throwback doo-wop, we could finally get Sha Na Na from Bowser instead of the other way around.

“Is your clothing homemade? I weave all my own cloth, you know.” “OK, Loomer.”

If I was more evil and more ambitious, I would definitely be dyeing Gizmo toys green and sellin’ ‘em as Baby Yodas for Christmas bootlegs.