"No, this is not a blog about Star Trek."--Me
"Refine Doomsday Device ideas."--Iron John, and, oddly enough, this guy Doctor Metropolis who wrote a book called "How to be a Superhero."
"The thermos is a great invention. You put something hot in it, it stays hot. You put something cold in it, it stays cold."
"Well, how does it know the difference?"--Porig and KAthleen, on Ballykissangel.
"Me I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you got to watch out for. 'Cause you can never tell when an honest man is going to do something incredibly...stupid."--Jack Sparrow, in POTC: COTBP.
"Boding style of fing." Gaspode the Wonder Dog, in Moving Pictures, by Terry Pratchett.
The longer I live, the more I discover there are, like, other people in the world. And they're, like, doing stuff when I can't see them.
Terry Pratchett, for example. He watches the same TV I watched. Entirely, I might add, without telling me about it. It's the craziest thing.
And Iron John as well. A while back, I got this book called How to be a Superhero. It has a picture of a Superman style of guy, with the face blotted out and "your face here" written there. It's a handy tips and tools of the trade manual for any aspiring superhero, and a thoroughly useful book for anyone who thinks he may someday be a masked crime fighter. What to expect, stories of the legends of the trade--none of which, I feel inclined to point out, I have heard of; I imagine I don't hang out with the right people, I have the same problem with video games. And on his list of things to do on his blog, Iron John has quoted, almost verbatum, a manifesto/to-do list of a nefarious villain used as an example for nefarious villains in the last chapter of How to be a Superhero.
It's a weird sort of circle thing.
Here's another: I heard on JAG, back when it was still on TV, that kirk is some Welch or something word for circle.
Okay, now that your I.Q. has dropped ten points, I'm that much closer to my own world domination.
Back to your pitiful lives, insects. I have moody brooding in the shadows to do.