Explosions — I like explosions.

I’m sure that’s the general consensus, but I like to really drive things home that don’t need an explanation. I’m like Captain Obvious, if he was promoted to admiral and given complete control over the nation’s radio stations, so he could transmit every obvious tidbit over the airwaves ad infinitum. But I’ll say it again, because I have no shame and an appalling amount of time on my hands: I like explosions.

It’s thoroughly invigorating to watch something that’s supposedly solid get blown to bits small enough to shove up your nose if you were so compelled. It’s like taking a good dump or pretending to care about current events. There’s an immediate sense of release followed by a satisfaction that money can’t buy. Unless your money can buy dynamite. That’s the best kind of money. Dynamite money.