JudasAsparagus
JudasAsparagus
JudasAsparagus

Depressed people don't have to make objectively bad decisions for bad decisions to be a primary cause of both their depression and their decision-making ability: Many whom I have conversed with come from hellish environments, where they were punished early and often for transgressions, both real and imagined. So

We're talking about averages here. The majority of people suffering from depression aren't suffering due to hormonal imbalances. And the majority of those depressed by recent death who suffer longer than would be construed by normal people as 'normal' do so because (again, more common sense) they blame themselves,

I'm really hoping that's tongue-in-cheeky.

Pardon my caps, but crap science by intellectuals unable to draw a straight arrow irks me.

I see this whole study as a waste of my tax dollars.

So. If I think about this too long, do I have a FILFy mind?

Love that book! Classic love triangle gone awry.

Me either, Charlie. Guess I should, though it sounds a lot like Doctor Horrible.

I wonder if a truly advanced civilization will fear the universe's heat death? Harnessing the energy of galaxies to last beyond final entropy (kardashev type iii civilization) would be a massive undertaking, and would only serve to slow the end—it doesn't prevent final death. I find it more plausible to conjecture

You know, two days ago Alasdair Wilkins posted an article noting that science is finally on the verge of discovering whether antimatter falls up or down. If for some reason it doesn't behave as normal matter, the implications will be far reaching, especially for dark matter's proponents.

Nothing in the universe makes sense, except in equations, and often not even then. That's why scientists are able to tell you with a straight face that, on one hand, there isn't enough heavy elements in the universe to create a solid-shell dyson sphere; while insisting, on the other hand, that a mystical and

Kardashev is not Energy Star compliant!

There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale, comes to mind. So does Eliot's Wasteland.

Prove it!

It's certainly more intimidating than the bicycle helmet with armadillo epaulets, seen in pic one.

The last picture looks like Judge Dredd, wielding a flaming axe, while sporting a charming neon blue peignoir number.

I dare someone to make an MMORPG using 'literary' fiction.

Of course trees communicate. And there is trouble in the forest. The maples demand sunlight, but the oaks are assholes about it.

I knew it made him a better speller, but it's also on the 4G network? DAMN!

Old wookie, listen... no offense, but... is it okay if I call you wookie for short? Or wookster? Anyway, the titles you are referencing were written one hundred years ago, in a different age wherein people were still naively idealistic about the technological revolution happening around them. People dreamed that,