This is awesome.
Today, I met a guy who explained some fairly technical stuff to me for about an hour. I sat across the desk from him as we conversed intensely, and there were sheets of paper between us, on which he drew charts, made lists, wrote phrases, did math, and annotated his speaking. As he talked, his pen was moving constantly, at rapid speed.
UPSIDE DOWN. He was writing it all upside down and reversed, in real time, so that I could read it from the other side of the desk.
I barely even remember what we talked about.
In the past week, I’ve received fan e-mail from Serbia, Argentina, Russia, and India. I feel like the countries of the world are all right next door. Internet, I love you.
For me, Prometheus will always be that movie in which two gibbering idiots (somehow invited along on a trillion-dollar expedition), who only minutes before had established that they were pulse-poundingly terrified at the thought of encountering any hint of alien life, meet up with some space cobras and then TRY TO PLAY WITH THEM. The end.
Ok, here we go:
I realize I’m years late on this, but I just found out that Tom Araya of Slayer is a practicing Catholic. How the hell does that work? I feel like a kid who just found out that Santa Claus isn’t real.