Thanks. Not many people know that Langston Hughes himself often expressed the fond hope for his life’s work to be “freely and affectionately spoofed by anonymous parodists in the future, perhaps using a sophisticated electronic information-sharing network of some sort.” He was a visionary man, apart from his theory that all this would occur on an antimatter-fueled artificial planetoid called Negritropolis. Fortunately for all concerned, Hughes’ poetic skills ultimately trumped his interest in pulp science fiction.
What, you haven’t been to Negritropolis? There’s a statue of you there and all kinds of other cool shit.
Wasn’t that a Star Trek: Deep Space 9 episode?
I liked the boom mic dipping into the frame. Nice touch.
I thought this was going to be about wearing pants too short. Shows how swift I am.