Crude? Of course not. It’s practical. Like Alexander the Great before me, I cut through the Gordian Knot of innuendo and get straight to the heart of the matter. Why dance around the subject like so many foppish dignitaries when the simplest and most elegant solution lies in plain sight?
My newfound fandom of Battlestar Galactica has alienated me from my friends and relatives. Not because I have delved too deeply into its mythos or rant about it endlessly, but because I wanted to simply view it. The mere presence of that program on the television coupled with my request that we cease flipping through the channels caused everyone in the room to simultaneously declare that they were going to bed. Screw you all.
