one night some peepsicles got super stoned or fuuuuh-uh-cked up or one morning selfsame interchangables were hungover as zee ballznutz and a spirited black woman with Afro-jamaicislandonesian roo-hoots (used partly for her voice and partly cuz I see MuthaNature as a brilliant, worldly women right?) was like now that Earth is like nuh-uh you ain’t turnin’ up my thermostat wit’out a lil’ ray-zisstance and consequators; nuhh-uhh, by da contrarian you gon’ melt dem’ uber ice cubitty glacial muthafuckas then we gon’ see dat true power. Which inspired the white guy (sorry but we males don’t always have the right answer no?) to suggest a waterworld reboot in that half-ironic half-jest half-3-deep-in-da-drink-half-maybe-waterworld-was-just-ahead-of-its-time half-too-many-halfs (sic) way that people introduce themselves to others via subverting the subserviating lameness of a sub-tle referency-joke to a universally belovetreasured cultural symbol. The General Communication-yo Major of the Multiverse teleports in to ‘PR and brand’ the shit outta that shit catalyzing a world-shittering event when she declares her strategy to godify the whole affair. The Noah connection thus becomes self-evidentially waterworldlian.

-BB