Far Out, Frasier

Dilettante once asked, “Did you know people still use actual, physical greeting cards?”

“Really, people still use em.”

“What are they?”

Dilettante of course remembered the original campaign to ban physical greeting cards because they were obviously less important than trees, not to mention books. 

The campaign was a series of all these different people talking about what they did with the ridiculously large amount of money they had lying around once they stopped buying greeting cards for every single occasion, & instead, when the spirit moved them, sent an e-card or somesuch.

“I once thought of making a supercut version of the Sci-Fi television series Fringe, edited by me, chopped up to tell a different story.”

“Right. You could do that. That’s a great idea.”
“I wanted to call it Lunatic Fringe.”

“You gotta be kitten me. I had the same title idea, but it was for a story about this mad genius who kidnapped people and performed experiments on them in his supernaturally large, possibly infinite mansion, normal-sized from the outside.”

“That’s far out, Frazier.”
“You’re kitten me. No, no, no, you godda be kitten me. That’s another idea I had. A supercut, but about the show Frasier and how far out he is, in the Alan Watts sense of the word, like totally committed to his character, his ego, despite the fact that he’s clearly just god differentiated into individuated matter in order to know itself.”

“Right.”