Oh, man. I think I just had a breakthrough. I'm going to spend the rest of the weekend smearing myself with excrement and screaming at my father. And maybe go see Star Trek.
Playdoh... Playdoh... pump-thang... shapes... like it... imitates poop... pooping makes people mad... people yell at people who poop... playdoh machine relieves poop-stress and makes feelings of love and acceptance... poop-stress relief leads to better relationships.
One star for every time I had to listen to this in order to connect it together into a coherent thought. This man is the Wittgenstein of evacuation.
I never had the squishy poop machine. I just played with the play-doh with my hands.
Also, what the hell did Benoit Mandelbrot do to deserve having his work subverted by every hippie/psychic wannabe? I mean okay he was just making a dual-space catalog of the well-known Julia attractor but STILL.