To expand a little (because nibbles):

Yep, starring Rex Harrison as good old Sallah Al-Din and George Sands as Richard Coer d’Leon.

Good old Igoo. Always drawing the short straw.

I find myself more terrified at science believing it has control of GMOs than I am of GMOs.

School Daze and Summer Daze ... two of the best WB toons (excepting Bugs/Daffy/Elmer slugfests, of course).

Is that “Cabin Boy”?

Oh my god.

The House on the Strand by Daphne Du Maurier is a romance novel with time travel (sorta) by drugs. Trippy, well-written, engaging, and not the least technical, but nonetheless pretty Sciffy when you come down to it.

Do you qualify for the visualization?

Interesting speculation.
I am not suggesting a cheater, but a different chain of events leading to the finding of the tools in the location that tested to the proposed date.
As an alternative supposition, imagine that some early hominid tool user sat beside a stream, knapping his flints to usable form and tossing the…

Just watched the execrable pile of digilloid a few days go.
Lumbering Rock Monster “angels,” Methuselah as a wizard with a flaming sword and healing powers, Noah as a murderous psychopath, Tubal Cain the first smith portrayed as the un-kill-able head cannibal ... and the list goes on.
But yeah, that was from that.

Er, um, yeah.
So they were “excavated” (whatever that means) from ... ?
Oh, yeah! Soil.
And another name for soil that has been made wet from, you know, weather and stuff?
Oh, yeah!! Mud.
If you are going to quibble with my quibble, then take the time to actually, kinda, think.

Er, um, yeah.
So, perhaps these “tools” (trademarked by the International Archaeological Society) were, you know, ah, PLACED in sediments containing materials significantly more ancient than their own creation?

This movie had the most marvelous art direction in the fabric-based technology of the humans. Every other aspect of the movie ... every. single. aspect of the movie was purest crap, allowed celluloid life to stoke Fresh Prince’s ego a touch more and to try to make a star out his mouth-breathing offspring.

Consumers taste with their eyes, and they smell with their feet.
This is what comes of letting Mad Men craft your food.

Well put.
The massive expansion of the Metro Atlanta, Jacksonville, Charleston (and even little Savannah) in the last decade has turned the area into a massive blister of heated air, messing up weather patterns and rainfall around the region.

A better reason (other than “because magic numbers”), is the enormous heat island that has been created in the Southeast, which disrupts the airflow normally required to bring Atlantic storms in to shore.
For the last several years, there have been numerous storms that have formed, trundled up the coast, and ended up…

Look, I know she’s not whatsername, Meryl Streep, but Pamela Anderson did an okay job in a crappy Post-Apocalyptic remake of Casablanca. Take away the obligatory “look at me, I have a well-developed gluteus and plastic implants in my chest” shots, and she actually did a fair job with the Bogart-inspired role.

Cutthroat Island has one of the best lines ever:

As I said, comicmagically. Unless a Psyche-Magnitron is functioning in Area 51.