WAR OF THE ROBOTS
When one possesses tastes such as I do, one often assumes that he will find himself standing alone in a vast sea of people who think you are mad, completely mad. If the Internet has taught me one thing other than there are a lot of blogs maintained by people’s house cats, it’s that you’re never so alone as you think you are. No matter how obscure or out of the mainstream your affection for a particular something may be, chances are very good that there are multiple discussion boards, chat rooms, and websites dedicated to defending and celebrating whatever that thing may be. Heck, by Internet standards furries, scat freaks, and people who like to watch monkeys stick their fingers up their butt then sniff them and fall over are mainstream.

And yet even in this glorious netherworld where everything is acceptable and nothing is beyond the realm of defense, there are rare occasions when I still feel cold and alone in a world that regards me with a suspicious and disgusted eye. Such is the case when I offer up the opinion that Italian science fiction films are “pretty good.”