It's not *entirely* semantic. Planet status relates to the cosmology of the rock — did it form when the solar system formed, did it accrete later, or did something else bring it into existence?

I like to think that is a generic cover image that can be used for any book, regardless of content. Just picture it on Twilight, The Hunger Games, The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, Fight Club...it works in every situation.

Don't kill yourself, Cyriaque. Instead allow yourself a metaphorical death and transformation; shed your clothes and hike into the Siberian wastes to become a lynx.

A lot of movies here that I haven't seen, because I knew that they would be such stinkers that I avoided them. Now I almost want to watch The Last Airbender, Catwoman, or Mortal Kombat just so I could vote in their polls.

I never thought that I'd have to choose between Brock Samson and the Filthy Assistants. I guess which one I'd want as a sidekick depends on whether I'm fighting mutated supervillains or trying to take down a corrupt government. Still a tough call.

Not a lot of surprises in these matchups. There's a lot of only 'mostly bad' films up there (Spiderman 3, Wild Wild West, Godzilla) matched up against some legendary garbage.

I am right there with you. Stabbity-stab-stab-stab.

Wait. So the Wi-Fi emitter two feet away from me is *not* making me sick, but a little plasma 900 km above the arctic *is*?

My main problem in the vote is that I can't remember the difference between Ultraviolet and Aeon Flux. I know that I saw them both, and disliked them both, but for the life of me I can't pick their scenes or actresses apart. They were that similar and derivative.

Do NOT badmouth Beverly Hills Chihuahua. I saw it in memorial to my mother, who was a chihuahua fanatic, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. It's the Lord of the Rings of small yappy dog flicks.

No, I think Normopathy is the state of *wanting* to be a social chameleon but never quite managing it. I have a bit of that, I think. I'm odd, but I want to be accepted, but I never quite am because I'm so odd, and every so often I fail at being normal so hard that I blow up in some incredibly dramatic fashion.

Wow. Terminator: Salvation versus Manos? Now that's a contest. Incomprehensibility versus boredom. Tedium versus Torgo.

After all, you can't properly employ a sexbot without gravity.

Whatever else there is to be said about this picture, the Iroh/Yoda is pure win.

By that logic we would have to forgive Manos. I...I just can't do that.

My early bet is that we'll have Highlander 2 vs. The Adventures of Pluto Nash in the finals. This is a March Madness that I can get into!

she and her team rounded up the brains of four recently deceased men, brought them to a laboratory, and liquefied them, using a novel technique called "isotropic fractionation."

Testing shouldn't be much of a problem. Put the sample blood in with cultured neural tissue and see what happens. Even if you can't isolate the pathogen, you can still measure its effects.

The friction accompanying the movement of the ammunition and armature along the rails creates intense heat and possibly a plasma discharge.

Yet another way in which Mars is similar to South Dakota. Similar temperatures, dust everywhere. I'm still waiting for Opportunity to grab a picture of a jackalope.