. . . you know that mystic mindfuck monolith that's been popping up all over the place?
And how everybody thought this was going to be the Cosmic Brain Zap Generator that would release us all from our Calculus and our Cares?
Well, turns out it was just a part of some viral marketing campaign for Richard Nixon's Sparkling Colostomy Wine.
I can handle flim. I can handle flam.
But spare my heart the flim-flam.
(Sighs with great sadness. )
