Maybe I’ve missed it all these years, but I would *kill* for an interactive meeting maker that allows attendees to vote on the best time for meetings.

Step three: lose smile after getting fired from job that requires using it.

I’m surprised they haven’t made more strides into switching to pulsar clocks. I know the likes of Boeing have researched them as a potential replacement for the atomic clocks on GPS satellites.

Yeah, I know that BTTFII came first (or... did it?), but Primer really staked this ground.

That extra wind is needed for the extra weight. No weapons loadout = launch while slow.

I caught ‘em up on a Seattle rooftop during SeaFair back in the early ‘90s. Same effect, same awesome.

... and you can pair that with the intro to Quantum of Solace, which is a perfect example of In Media Res. (Bad movie, but great opening).

Shame, you left off the best possible Scion of all— call it the ScionM2, throw in the pintle mount for free:

Those stupid ‘short shorts’ or whatever they are just have me annoyed as they seem solely chosen to get the teenage male crowd in.

It’s because those anti-science Deniers (TM) are always wrong, what with them moving the goalposts all the time.

Random aside, but I have an awful, illogical phobia about ice crevasses. So, like... shudder.

Pleasing aesthetics worked for the Germans... Genocidal bastards just had to go and ruin sharp black uniforms and kick-ass leather trenchcoats for the rest of us.

*Cough* GRAY Eagle *Cough*.

On the track? A BMW S1000, as soon as I have enough pennies for California Superbike School.

If you need to count on a lower power bike because you lack the skills to ride a higher power bike, I can understand that... a clutch/throttle slip on a SV650 is not as brutal as the same mistake on a literbike.

I guess Sullustans age as gracefully as Wookies. Because, really, Nein is getting too old for this shit.

You think that’s bad? Try applying all the “NO STEP” decals to a BUFF.

Neither you nor anyone else has a good idea WHAT would happen.

Actually, I was thinking precisely the opposite— I know mid-century tastes were generally more pedestrian, but those 1943 menus all sound like colorful ways of gussying up wartime-rationed products.