So it's a beach/bowling alley/arcade from the freaking future and I'm loving every second of it because I get to sit on a beach blanket with my toes dug into the warm sand while playing Tetris Plus because I've died and gone to heaven.
My brain registers that it's Stephen Amell. And it clicks 2 + 2 together to know that he played Oliver Queen, aka the Green Arrow.
The one where I pull off into some random under construction house and have a dance party with some plumbers.
Held hostage to save a baseball field, I do the one thing any sane kidnapped person would do...call in Leroy Jethro Gibbs.
Why can't invisible men mind their own business when all I want to do is chill at an abandoned temple swim meet?
I go to Disneyland. My dog goes with me. It works out about as well as you might think.
Only in my dreams can I meld together Shakespeare and Disney. Because it's not like it's been done before (cough, Lion King, cough).
Wherein I learn that it's not a good idea to take Pokemon onto a space ship.