On one-liners, blog comments are supposed to be concise, at least if you want people to read them. If you throw up a novella (like above) I'm probably going to skip your comment (unless I'm extremely bored, like this morning.) Hence the popular response "TL;DR."
If you've got so many real friends, go hang out with them instead of starting strange, redundant, meaningless, mundane, cliche, redundant, pedantic, pointless, redundant arguments.
/Will deny I ever typed that paragraph if it's ever brought up in conversation.
a demain duan.
As for the serious side of this conversation, you're probably right, more people should result in more ideas. The other side of the argument (the side I tend to find myself on) founds itself in a more Freudian idea of the recurrence of limited significant or traumatic events dictating every word we say or action we make. I.e., every Hitchcock film is exactly the same because it attempts to convey the same exact message or feeling, the markers of Hitchcock's self-psychoanalysis.
I get the feeling this is why people call the field I chose to study "Bull Shit."
For me, I can't tolerate the eight seconds without alcohol touching my lips required by pouring.
My argument? "Touche, good sir."
In my completely ignorant opinion based on zero scientific fact.
But I watched Harold and Kumer Escape from Guantanamo Bay last night, and Neil Patrick Harris says, "What do you think the PH in NPH stands for? No, Poon-handler, but good guess." Hands down my favorite comedic movie moment in recent memory. But yeah, that was a stretch of the "PH" in your name. If I wasn't shmammmerrerd, I would have tried to make more sense.
There was probably a better way to get that idea cross, because I think I have a good point about the inadequacy of shows depending entirely on format replication, but Newcastle has rendered me unable to speak effectively.