Me: What are you talk--
Neil deGrasse Tyson: Begone, mortal! To the cornfield with you!
Me: Uh, I'm still here
Neil deGrasse Tyson: Any OTHER smart mouths want to end up in the cornfield? I DARE ya!
Me: Uh, Neil, that doesn't quite add up...
Neil deGrasse Tyson: And that's what scientists THOUGHT until a Danish chemist named Nels Heffweiggr developed an *elixir* that ALLOWS me to wish people who CHALLENGE me to the cornfield.
Me: It's so weird. 62 oz used to be the perfect amount to fill my coffee pot, but now it's too much. Has something changed the amount of water this pot can hold?
Neil deGrasse Tyson: YES! The universe is expanding, ok? And the water in your pot is made up of molecules, and they're expanding!
I don't mean to trivialize being in prison, which a) is obviously different, b) is badly handled by our society, and c) isn't something I ever experienced.
I was merely making the analogy that I became used to and felt comforted by the loss of choices.
Not to spoil anyone's fun, but no, Vance did not write that he had sex with a couch. He is an asshole for many other reasons.
Tonight's anthem (sing along):
Mary Gillis