Best of the Saturday Night Open Mic
...my overriding thought was, "Shit, this is the perfect science fiction movie."
Which is brilliant, since there's no science fiction in it. Which just reveals how peripheral the idea of fictional science is to science fiction.
Restaurants have always struck me as something of a reverse religious experience. You sit on your high chair, and grumble your almighty wishes, "sacrifice unto me your finest calf, drowned in honey and milk" you might say, and the waitstaff sashay around in supplication, asking if you are happy, are you pleased with their service, what can they do for you.
this time next year i would like to be thirty pounds lighter, four hundred packs of kools lovelier, and would like, just once, for someone to acknowledge me as a genius, even if it's so incredibly sarcastic as to be immediately invalid.