"It was then that Delirium noticed that she had absentmindedly transformed herself into a hundred and eleven perfect, tiny, multicolored fish. Each fish sang a different song. And as she put herself back together again, unable for the moment to remember whether the silver flecks went in the blue eye or the green one, she decided that a dog would be a nice thing to have. And then it occurred to her that there had been a dog around at some point, hadn't there? A nice doggie. And she went off to look for it, trailing occasional fish…" — Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
Meanwhile, John Stamos — who at this point I think would be happy if you remembered him from anything — was, I’m sure, either kidding or misquoted, if the whole story isn’t just a lie. One thing the world does not need is a remake of Full House. (Nor any of the several dozen other remakes Hollywood has in the pipeline, most likely.)
What it does need, however, are new Futurama episodes. I say that, of course, having never seen the last few seasons of its original run, or even the string of direct-to-DVD movies. (I own a copy of The Beast with a Billion Backs, but I hear very bad things about almost all of them.) Maybe this will give me an excuse to finally get caught up.