I can't speak for the others, but for my part, I started saying "friends in your head" for a reason. You guys are friends in mine, too.

Far as I'm concerned, the DIF world is a works-both-ways kinship, so if you happen to bump into me in a highway gas station bathroom, we'll totally make out, or whatever protocol dictates in that kind of situation.

Teague was being sarcastic. 

I've been afraid to even watch Revolution.

Aw, it's a MySpace photo.

Yeah, we spent ages on that shot.

Pretty much.

A few days after the landing, someone stitched together a stabilized version of the video from the orbiter, and you can actually see (read: two pixels) of a poof off to one side.

In Raiders of the Lost Ark, a monkey sieg heils for Hitler.

Good man.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuude.

Currently re-reading The Tipping Point, the book that put Malcolm Gladwell on the map (it's fine, not as good as Blink, not as interesting as Outliers) and Anonymous, the book about - uh - Anonymous.

If you've never read Gladwell, you're missing a part of our modern culture you want to be exposed to, and Anonymous is the most thrilling non-fiction book I've ever read. Recommendation for all of the books heretofore mentioned.

(Outliers first.)