Just crashed.

Seriously, the guy's nickname is "Maker." He can build a supercomputer out of paperclips and glitter, or repair an alien machine with the contents of one his many (Liefeld era) pouches.
He's a mutant whose special power is "making stuff."

This guy.

They drop the "s" to more clearly objectify the noun they are using. Lips, shoes, trousers, pants, jeans ... all are commonalities that people have and use. A lip, a shoe, a pant, a jean ... are things, objects for the professional.

Oh, Box, I've missed you ... no wait, it was Jenny Algutter I missed.

Since Star trek was always kind of Wagon Train in space (or IN SPAAAACE!!!), it makes perfect sense that Ole Riker mounts his saddle-shaped futurechair like a cowboy.

Matches my estimation of the thing precisely. Why look for aliens when a sloppy disposal of an aborted fetus is an explanation (if you overlook that bs claim about it being 6-8 years old). The most common error in archaeology is mis-dating finds. Why should this one be any different?

Wine tasting is an individual sensory experience, and trying to convey a sensory impression with language (any language, even the Amazing Adaptable English or AAE as it is known hereabouts) is an exercise doomed not just to failure to convey a correct impression, but to counterproductive impact precise the opposite of…

Isn't that "The Ambiguously Gay Duo"?

Portholes are visible at 1:17.

Don't be so literal. Perhaps Doc was merely remarking on an unusual turn of phrase that develops in the future as a result of unspecified problems with gravitation, not specifically heavier or lighter.

Missile cat made me think of this, for no reason in particular.

Nope. It was the mushmelons that stole the show, and gave the best performance, as well. Imagine a future where there is a specific device to make marshmellows for campfires ... that is what I am talking about!

"What if the Earth had no large moon?"

Someday in the not terribly distant future I expect to be eaten alive by robobees.
Cheers.

Can only think of this.
IKR, sick, huh?

Agreed, but the effect was almost identical to This Island Earth, or the Lost in Space cryotube, even to the capping unit above the base unit/vertical orientation.

And not just the ladies (Forbidden Planet's 19 genetically perfect young men between the ages of 19 and 27).

Foil wrapped Judy Robinson on ice.

As I read this, I realized that English, as a mode of common expression, is doomed. Does Gawker even employ proof-readers or is it all "spell-check and post"?