So remember when I was bashing my head against the wall, trying to get the second act problem resolved?
I was literally angry with rage, surfing under a big wave of responsibility, until I got a lesson in not changing history from mister "I'm-my-own-grandpa." I realized that you can't give up hope just because it's hopeless. You gotta hope even more, and cover your ears and go like la la la la.
It was so simple, I made the Big Brain leaving Earth for no raisin!
Problem solved, happy Wil. To celebrate, I'll go build my own lunar lander! With blackjack! And hookers! In fact, forget the lunar lander and the blackjack. Ah, forget the whole thing. Instead, I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain.
All glory to the hypnotoad!
(apologies to the Bad Astronomy Blog, which inspired me to wrap this "Hey, I'm not as stupid as I thought I was!" post in a bit of Futurama.)
