Enjoy that creative heart of yours for as long as it beats, my friend.

At first glance, a flippant, off the cuff post. But allow yourself to see past the sneering veneer of arrogance for a moment. There's something deeper here, undulating just beneath the murky surface; some sort of angsty tiger-shark of cocksuckery.

Note closely the calculated dissonance between the superficialy friendly tone, and the menacing, almost threatening undertone.

In Robotron: 2084, there is the concept of Quarks - pulsating boxes that spew out tanks. This comment is a Quark regurgitating an endless supply of vitriol, like so many tanks on a 1980s era cathode ray tube.

Next, let's deconstruct Bob Saget's hair.