... he'll uncover a single gem that makes all the procrastination worthwhile. And one of those gems, the failed 1992 TV pilot Steel Justice, was hidden in plain sight.
You see, a few days ago, that ghost Dimetrodon was using my superego as a litter box. He was demanding that I "read about Robosaurus on Wikipedia instead of paying the heating bill."
For those of you who have no idea who Robosaurus is, he's a gigantic, mechanical, fire-breathing dinosaur who hangs out at casinos and demolition derbies. Here's a photo of him at an air show, but it's more fun to imagine that he's giving the valedictory address at his own high school graduation.
"I'd like to thank my girlfriend, the football field."
Since the 1980s, Robosaurus has defended your constitutional right to watch robot facsimiles of extinct animals eat sedans. He's the 21st century lovechild of Earl Warren and Babe the Blue Ox. Watch him destroy a car and then try to not choose him as your write-in candidate for your local school board. You can't! It's impossible.