I have tampered in God’s domain.
I don’t call them comic books; I call them GRAPHIC NOVELS.
I lost all of my money investing in Lemon Mines
I lost all of my money investing in lemon orchards. Damned old people kept stealing the lemons.
My other laptop is named Lemminkäinen.
(This one is named Peter Lemongello, but that’s really not important to the story. )
I want to rewrite an Elton John song every time there’s a tragedy in England.
I never ask for substitutions at IHOP out of fear that Ilya Muromets would flip out about it.
I never just watch movies quietly, I’m constantly riffing them. All of them. Even the ones I like.
Me too! High five!
I also get irrationally excited when I spot someone in a '50s movie or short putting their knee up.
Fridays at 7:00 PM Central are very special to me.
… won’t you?
When confronted with a fraught statement, I declare, “That means fish prices will go up!”
I retort with that lovable chestnut: “You know you want me baby!”
(barfing sounds)
When I got done signing for my mortgage, I asked my lawyer…
“Can I… keep the pen?!”
He laughed and gave me a handful of pens with his name on them.
“Now you’ll never know which one was the historical mortgage signing pen! muahahahaha!”
I pledge allegiance to the flag of the Satellite of Love.
I don’t mind a romantic assignation near a lighthouse. Nor one with a piano genius. BUT… never both these things at the same time. [clears throat] I like being alive too much.