oneironaut cheers me up.

Whitney ponders googling for Leather Goddesses of Phobos.
Tesla says "..."
You say "What?"
Tesla says "Leather Goddesses of Phobos?"
You say "Arguably, it's exactly what it sounds like."
Tesla says "Arguably?"
You say "Well. What do you think it sounds like?"
Tesla says "Like a bad borderline-softcore SF novel from the fifties."
You say "Close. It's a softcore SF infocom game set in the fifties. See?"
Tesla laughs and laughs.
You say "So. Arguably."

"But I'm feeling much! better! now!"

Sanity on the rise, along with the bad moon. ( Spoiler for this week's Witchblade. )

I . . . think . . . I have a grip again.

Yay sanity. Hooray for not being so emotionally overwrought that I was having bouts of nausea every hour and change or so which were only counterbalanced by being so depressive that I hadn't eaten anything anyway so at least I wasn't throwing up.

Okay.

Would someone please explain to me what demographic these people are trying to hit by making a big deal of showing Star Trek: The Next Generation reruns and the-event-formerly-known-as-the-WWF next to each other?