For two seasons we wanted to do an episode where Jeff Winger pretended there was a class called ‘Nicolas Cage Appreciation,’ and then the Dean caught them and as punishment to them he was going to make that a real class and force them to watch all the Nicolas Cage movies in one night. The thing about Nicolas Cage movies is… unless you’re a total cynical dick, you have to embrace the fact that Nicolas Cage is a pretty good actor. He’s done a lot of weird, dumb movies, but that was supposed to be the point of the episode — that Nicolas Cage is a metaphor for God, or for society, or for the self, or something. It’s like — what is Nicolas Cage? What is he? Is he an idiot? Or a genius? Can you write him off, or is he inexplicably bound to your soul?
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time
Lie detector eyeglasses perfected: Civilization collapses.
The baby’s blood type? Human, mostly.
-Orson Scott Card
Longed for him. Got him. Shit.
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth.
Today, I’ve been seriously considering getting a tattoo that says “Punctuation goes inside the quotes!” for extra credit in my fiction class.