“Yes, but he’s so bad at it.” At least, that’s how I remember the line going. It’s been a hot minute since I watched a favorite childhood show, Invader Zim. Dib and Gaz, brother and sister, are talking, and Dib can’t understand how come Gaz doesn’t care that Zim, his nemesis, is trying to take … Continue reading I Think So, Brain, but if We Covered Ourselves in Sackcloth and Ashes . . .