How is it already Monday, anyway? I swear, it was Friday night, like, five minutes ago. At the rate things are going, I won’t even have time to complain about the rate things are going before we’re all bar-coded, shaved, and relocated to a shipping container ghetto in some inevitable dystopian future police state.
So, let’s get nostalgic instead with the inaugural edition of what I’ve ingeniously decided to call “QNA”, because it’s, you know, a questions [a]n[d] answers thing and also because the acronym looks totally sci-fi. And also because when that inevitable dystopian future police state gets here, I can sell your data to the government for extra ration coupons. Everybody wins! I mean, I do.