You Know, In Every Language You Learn The First Lesson Consists Of My Name Is And Where Are You From?,

You know, in every language you learn the first lesson consists of „My Name is…“ and „Where are you from?“, and then there‘s Latin, where in the first lesson you learn „The greeks insidiously invaded Troy and destroyed it with fire“ and I think that‘s beautiful.

To all my lovely nerds who wish Edgin and Xenk had kissed. Let me recommend a book:

Reforged by Seth Haddon.

Thank me later.

Any other eldest daughters who heard “Surface Pressure” for the first time and had to stare at the wall for a few minutes, because that sh*t hits different? No? Just me? Cool.

So I suppose having Bucky Barnes fall in love with you just comes with being Captain America, huh? That guy sure has a type.

If Our Flag Means Death isn’t renewed, the homophobes win. Come on, HBO. Don’t let the homophobes win!

The D&D movie was close to perfect, as far as I can tell as someone who has never played. However what would have made it fully flawless is if at the end, it had zoomed out to a map and then back in to that map being on a cheap Ikea table in a basement and all the actors are sitting around it wrapping up the game, all in nerd shirts, finishing their chocolate milks and then Chris Pine’s Mum comes downstairs, yelling at them to get out in the sun more and they disperse, saying, “Good game”, and agree to meet again next week, thus setting up a sequel.