I just woke from a dream, during a commercial break. It was a commercial for a brand of milk, and it had a friendly little jingle at the end that went: "By buying our milk, you're fulfilling Odin's master plan!" I do not know what this plan was.

A baggie of cold dino nuggets and a Monster Energy juice, the breakfast of champions.

Lyndon B. Johnson is the only prior president on record demanding more room to hold his balls. But that was just a reasonable order for his tailor, not a stupid $300 million construction project.

Pulp Fiction should have ended with the camera panning finally reveal the contents of the briefcase. A familiar jingle fades in just as the audience sees the ice cream treat nestled within. "What would you do-o-o for a Klondike bar?" The entire movie was made just to answer that question.

This one spoke to me on a deep, personal level. I had to buy it on a T-shirt.

Tandy 1000RL Out of the box, it could very nearly run SimCity... almost. Gave me an appreciation for old-school text adventures.