THIS IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING G IF BECAUSE THE DO G JUST RUNS SO QUICKYL AND LAUNCHES IN TO THE AIR AND ROLLS AWAY HOYL SHTI DOG YOURE A DOG THE BALL DID THAT TO THE DOG IT LAUNCHED IT IN TO SPACE
At The X-Files panel at this past weekend’s New York Comic-Con, David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson were asked to do a little improv as Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, respectively. Duchovny took immediate charge, making it a phone call and making it weird.
In the immortal words of Wil Wheaton, if you keep writing that fanfiction, it will come true!
Regarding the large number of POWER RANGERS and other 90’s nostalgia t-shirts spotted at the New York Comic Con…
This isn’t the E. E. Cummings poem! I don’t know who wrote this one, though I’m looking into it, but the original is much different:
‘pity this busy monster, manunkind’
pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness --- electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world of made is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go
this is really creepy. DR FRANKENSTEIN STOP, YOU HAVE MADE YOUR MISATTRIBUTION MONSTER TOO STRONG





