I’m the kind of guy that thinks way too much about the details of any given thing. Whether it’s the interpersonal relationships of fictional doctors or determining how children are able to grow at expeditious rates under the influence of toy slime, my brain is constantly whirring and fizzing because I can’t just leave anything alone. You tell me it’s turtles all the way down and, by God, I believe you, but I’m going to need to count them and catalog them and determine just what kind of turtles t...