Tucker Cleveland from The Graveyard Shift, if you were wondering.

Excel at least uses some sort of organizational schema. Those charts are thrown together completely at random.

Close, but no.

No.

Nope.

Bucatini Brigade, sound off!

Brad Dourif. But you have to guess the movie.

Now I’m Sadmartigan.

I shall honor him by going Skeet Surfin’ tomorrow.

Sweet!

4’33 by John Cage.

It doesn’t matter what I would choose to do. Quantum immortality robs you of free will. I’m slaved to the swap, and my life’s path is now deterministic in nature.

It’s a hell that I wouldn’t even be aware of.

It’s cloning, isn’t it?

Waiting for their orders to start killing brown folks.

And when that doesn’t work, they’ll change it to Fanmail.

“THEY CAN’T ALL BE NAMED SPARTACUS!”

If you’re studying fascism, wouldn’t you want to be where the fascism is?

The 80s smelled like cocaine and wine coolers.

With emulators mostly.

Or mouse patrols.