Yes, it’s back, the only thing more painful than being forcefully assimilated by an ancient, malevolent alien force!
And unlike blackjack or poker, they’re not even fucking fun.
In which shows formats and conceits are lost, like…tears in rain.
We’re all a little worried, mate.
RAPTOR ARMY, BAY-BEEEEEEEEEE!
I’m sorry if you wanted to be a different kind of sad animal, but ciest la vie.
Y’all is a sad horse.
Things I ain’t ‘fraid of: Ghosts, occassionally dogs, cats, but not when they scratch.
Things I am ‘fraid of: Spiders, ants, fire ants, bull ants, green ants, grasshoppers, frogs, commitment, emotional intimacy, dying alone, the CIA, FBI, NRA, NSA, NASA, ASIO, EPA, ELO, larger than normal chickens, smaller than normal chickens, normal chickens, Chicken Run, large dogs, dogs that sense my desperate loneliness, dying alone, dying Stallone (as in dying while doing a bad impression of Sylvester Stallone), dying Malone (same as before, but doing a bad impression of Sam Malone), scones, The Discourse™, ghosts.
This list seemed smaller when I first started writing it. Shit.