Behold my Inator-Inator! You see Perry the Platypus, Yesterday I was up all night trying to come up with my latest evil scheme but I was drawing a complete blank. Nothing, no ideas. So I made this! Now I can have the machine make inators for me! Ahahahahahahhaha!
The fact that we can be nostalgic means that we have wonderful imaginations. Many of the things we're nostalgic about were not really as good as we remember them. But the fact that we can concoct this fantasy of a world where almost everything lived up to our standards shows how excellent we are at creating worlds using naught but our mind. Now if only people didn't use their imagination to be huge pricks.
"Life isn't divided into genres. It's a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you're lucky."
— Alan Moore
Very profound, Mr. Moore. I'm still not very fond of you for s9me inexplicable reason.
Thanksgiving is finally over. Christmas post time!
Then one foggy christmas eve, Santa came to say. "Rudolph with your nose so brighr, won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
And Rudolph said no because you can't verbally and emotionally abuse someone for years and expect a favor.
I'm having triuble getting over the fact that the acronym for Mothers Against Drunk Driving is MADD. Not that I'm for Drunk Driving, I think Drunk Driving is a terrible idea, but still. It's like, "hey, let's make up a name that perfectly encompasses everything we stand for but also is unintentionally ridiculous."