This reeks of academic isolation, one of my companion peeves.

*sighhhhhh* And I came to Neatorama to get away from this, and maybe have a smile before bed.

Always a pleasure to read a new "Hyperbole and a Half" post. Always good for a chuckle.

Meanwhile, our kids are studying Angry Birds.

Oh, I don't know, PacRim. I kinda started rocking out at about the 1:30 mark. It's the art of applied appliances.

Wings are a flighty business.

I could watch this forever... and ever... and ever....

What lovely work!

Beer always gives a good buzz.

VCR cassettes were about this size.

For breakfast cereal, I want Life everlasting.

Proving my theory that many people are rich because they are neurotic.

"Dolphins just like to play with things. Nobody ever hears about the sailors the dolphins push out to sea."

Cutting-edge marketing.

I'll have to question the article's accuracy regarding 'Star Wars', for this reason: In 1977, I was a Junior High school kid in Southern California. We loved everything Star Wars, and absorbed any scrap of information we could get.

There was a cheap magazine (I wish I could remember the title) which stated that Lucas already had the story planned out... and that Darth Vader was put into the suit after a fight with Obi-Wan Kenobi, in which Vader was stabbed with a lightsaber and fell into lava.

If the story arc wasn't planned out at least generally, then that is a wild coincidence.