Good. One can only eat so much "Sharktopus" before going insane and smashing the TV with a hammer.
Good. One can only eat so much "Sharktopus" before going insane and smashing the TV with a hammer.
Woo hoo! First the United States elected a black president and solves racism forever, now this! Next up: a cow is elected chairman of the United Nations and we all turn vegan! The Revolution is over, time to pack up and go home everyone.
I admit that I only know enough about astrophysics to be dangerous, but: how can a universe of infinite size have a finite beginning, i.e. The Big Bang?
So, to clarify: a test of something that isn't precognition disproves precognition? Gotcha.
Isn't this more an example of a misunderstood study?
There is a YouTube video of this reflex that I heartily recommend that none of you watch, ever. And now that you've been warned, go ahead and reflexively look it up anyway.
If Cassini has discovered there's no spam on Titan, I'm moving there immediately.
Yeah, well, that's just because everyone in the journals are in on the same climate change scam, for that fat climate change money. Woo hoo! Do I win a prize for fastest debunking, because I really have to move — this planet's becoming pretty unlivable.
Even better when you listen to this while watching it:
I believe that "many will embrace the new Doctor but others will take a while to warm up to him, and eventually most will lament his passing when his time is up" has been a safe prediction to make about a dozen times now.
What, no love for Howard The Duck? That damned movie ruined everything. Waaaaugh!
tl;dr
"You're mine now" said the parasite.
English: it are doomed.
The Starlost. Find a copy of Harlan Ellison's original script, stick to it, and don't look back.
Hands down: the awful Canadian series The Starlost... based on Harlan Ellison's original script, this time around.
They're identical because they are all the spawn of Cthulhu, you fools. Fools!
In his house at Lake Whillans, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.
Ah, that second video. Nothing makes me go on a stabbing spree more than a Nickleback song.
I'm no engineer, but I've lived in Calgary. The place gets some ridiculous, crazy-ass wind gust sometimes. I always assumed that the signs along Deerfoot Trail were designed to flex rather than break. Or, maybe you've just had to put up with the crappy weather there a lot to even think that way...