"Do you know what that sound is, highness? Those are the howling rodents of more-or-less usual size."

I feel the need to sit this kid down and make him watch Real Genius.

#corrections

Oh god, what a terrifying thought. (My family's full of engineers.) My brother would run a fantastically organized government that just happened to make The Prince look like something written by Doctor Seuss. My sister would be the second coming of Stalin. Dad, who's got seven patents, doesn't handle his own…

Well, I'd probably disagree on the portrayal of them all as slaveowners and mention that it mostly consisted of tweaking earlier systems of government that looked kind of cool. But mostly, yes.

Ha. You could say we agreed to disagree?

This reminds me a little of the whole "elect a businessman" debacle that's been played out a lot recently. The skill set scientists need for their job is not quite the same as the one they'd need to be good political leaders.

For me, it's a space-saver. There's an advantage to having an all-in-one setup. My tv, computer and blue-ray player are all hooked in together on top of a converted old chest of drawers in the living room. (My desk is kept computer-free.) The work I do on the computer is generally limited to writing, reading and…

I've been running my PC through my HDTV for a couple of years now. Love it. Blind as I am, I can still read just fine on it.

Partial remission is extremely common for MM. It typically runs for 18 months to five years between relapses. So, while I am glad your grandmother is doing better, that's not really a recovery outside the norm that we can attribute to a miracle diet.

My father, by any measurement, is one of the fittest, most athletic, healthiest eaters I've ever met. Rarely ever sick. People called him Superman.

Aliens v. Wizards? I'm trying to give RTD the benefit of the doubt, but doesn't this seem like the cinematic equivalent of saying: "Everyone loves crunchy peanut butter and everyone loves string cheese. Let's mix them together!"?

Yeah, if you're sitting with your legs crossed, elbows resting on your knee, it's possible - and not actually too uncomfortable unless your suit coat pulls too tight across your shoulders because of the bulky sweater you're wearing under - er, what?

I'm with you. I tend to mentally write out everything having to do with Sybok. And most of the plot.

He has also attempted to reply a few times to individual comments, but I'm extremely hesitant to approve.

Approving for being darn close.

I see Canada.

Oooh, I loved that site! It was brilliant!

It depends. The ones I have from when I was younger that are the clearest are tied in with really strong emotions (usually "want!"). And while they may be partially verified by photos or family members, their accounts and mine don't quite line up, which makes me more likely to believe I'm not just making memories up…

My earliest clear memory is of my first birthday party and it involves wanting a pair of red-orange plastic sunglasses. They were party favors and everyone else got them and I REALLY WANTED them. So I threw a fit and eventually they gave them to me but then took them back again. That shade of red-orange is still…