Corwood -- Oh no, no worries. I feel awkward because I can't defend her or critique her, because I don't follow the show. Not irritated at all. Awkward, but not horribly, just... kind of an "I don't know! And I'm not just saying that; I really don't know!"

And I'm on my last beer, and about to cue up some NIN for maximum mope-age, so... well, lord knows if you had any questions about TWoP, now is the time.

Excellent!

Is it true that each of y'all are secretly the offspring of a winner from Battle of The Network Stars?

No, that's just silly. We were all bred in a top secret laboratory hidden under Mount Rushmore. Duh.

Was that before or after the images of Kang and Kodos were added?

Also, what about the dark rumors that ancient eldritch magics were used in extracting the pity from your televisions?

Any rumors about recappers sacrificing our souls to extradimensional horrors are clearly fantasy.

Because WE HAVE NO SOULS.

Excuse me while I try to deal with my sudden, uncontrollable shivers.

We get that a lot.

Damn, I wish tomorrow wasn't Monday.

Me too, Strega. Me too.

Still shivering. Now there's some people at the door smelling vaguely of fish who want to discuss life after death or something like that. They threatened to put a recap in my ass if I don't hear them out. (I know, I'm high-larious.)

And yeah, it's after midnight here. I'm waiting for the laundry to finish up so I can finally go to bed. I refloored the shed in the back yard this weekend, which was supermanly and all, yes, but I'm really freakin' tired.

When I was at the comic shop today I got Alan Moore's "The Courtyard" so any & all Cthulhu references are even funnier/creepier than usual.