Oh, and I must say bullshit to the rest of it - you know you want to flame, you know you want to mock the glories of Shatner and Bonaduce, you know you want to discuss Himalayan sexual practices like the Congress of the Goat, so just admit it and become one with the universe....

Flame. No, never shall I. The vileness seeps, or sweeps, into the depest recesses of my fifth grade time-outs, conforming my rebel's heart into a quivering, quavering, tired little basketball player. Ah. Yes.


Here be Myth