“Off with their heads!” she decries so consistently that she makes the Queen of Hearts look benevolent. — here

Well, consider this my chip at the monolith. I’m waaaaay down here, at the base of this massive statue made of some indestructible stone brought to earth by Cthulhu mined from the extradimensional temple beneath the waves, formed into some hideous, powerful, indescribably magnetic god of Unattainable Beauty that for some reason reminds me of Pamela Anderson, only with more tentacles and I’ve just taken a tiny hammer and chisel and chipped off–well, nothing. I scratched the paint though. Almost. — there (via)

I think that anyone can be a doctor, athlete, or writer. But you have to work hard at it and not think that you’re entitled to all the rewards because your mother said you were awesome after you dabbled in it for about an hour. — here

The hyperspace (or, in the case of Star Trek, “warp speed”) is an enduring concept in science fiction, seemingly because it provides a panacea for all conflict. Romulans hot on your tail? Human understanding reaching its limits? Unsurmountable distances to cross? Simply kick it into overdrive, find a wormhole, and absolve yourself from the constraints of physics as we know it. — there

Despite the presence of noble-minded buffoons sitting around tables making futile plans, Washington is not an Arthurian town. — here

Who knows what opera fans who are accustomed to their beloved operas by Verdi , Puccini , Mozart and Rossini will think of this crazy masterpiece ? That’s right . It’s an opera about some one’s nose . I’m not kidding ! — there