No, really. LITERALLY. I’m watching last night’s episode of Eureka while doing the damn elliptical, and I see a commercial for a special or series on the National Geographic channel (or are they called “NatGeo” now?) about the worldwide drug trade. I caught a glimpse of a table covered with different strains (is there a different word for plants? like…”variety” or something?) of marijuana in petri dishes, each strain is labeled.
There’s a strain labeled “Romulan.” Oh yes. Fucking “ROMULAN.” I kind of love it.