Mock tragicomical… I mean, farce mocki-tragical… rather, tragi-momical post-ex facto dromedary…
Words fail me, mostly. But I can groove on down to the cornerstore with this pastoral exegesis (whatsis?), even though it’ll have nicked my change and made off with my shoelaces by the time we get there.
(You see, I’ve read/seen most of the things that this fellow rattles on about, so I’m following, mostly, what he’s saying. Then I’m imagining in my little brain: I mean, writing this thing?!? And then, there’s just a crash and/or a runloop error or something. Game over, blue screen, etc. And anything which references Quixote, Pratchett and Galaxy Quest is okay by me.)