flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Because I wants to see Lucy the action movie, but I think it’s best I do so in private, where my loud groans every time someone says, “ten percent of our brains” will annoy only me.
Has Neil deGrasse Tyson bitched about that yet? I know it’s not quite his wheelhouse, but close enough, surely?
Anyway, now I’m dreaming of a Lucy/Lucy crossover where Lucy Ricardo is given the magic superpower drug and uses it to play the bongos in Rickie’s show, but plays them so hard that the vibrations create an earthquake and kill everybody. You know, in a wacky way.