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It's hard not to like any space battle in which the protagonists seem to be fighting with angry blue Cheerios.

"Today, while visiting with my good friend the Marquis of R______, I noticed on his shelf the same volume of poetry that I have already observed in the libraries of my good friends the Earl of B_____ and Viscount C____. Convinced thereby of the merits of the work, I stopped at my booksellers on my way home and

I remember that from a box of metal figures for the "Traveler" RPG, which I bought when I was in my teens.

There's a spammer who intermittently targets my Google Voice number with "receive up to 20 Percent off your Gas & Electric bills" messages. Each time, I report and block the number in GV, and file an FCC complaint. A few months later (or, in one case, 30 minutes), they're back again from a different number.

The timing of the Singularity is governed by the Maes-Garreau Law [en.wikipedia.org] which states that any prediction will place it at "the latest possible date a prediction can come true and still remain in the lifetime of the person making it". Some of the most enthusiastic promoters of the Singularity are

I'm not really a Star Trek fan, but a movie in which Kirk kicks someone off a cliff every 15 minutes sounds fairly compelling. It's like the perfect summer movie as defined by xkcd: [xkcd.com]

As a Brit, I feel I ought to put in a good word for the Liberator from "Blake's Seven". The Lexx from "Lexx" should also have made the long-list.

A friend had a difficult time persuading someone at the local courthouse that Mike Katt was not available for jury service. Eventually she said that he was not a native English speaker and would probably have difficulty following the arguments, which seemed to satisfy them.

Narwhals are to unicorns as manatees are to mermaids: not quite what you were looking for, but cool in their own right.

Here's a handy rule of thumb. If you do a Google search for a product and all you get is page after page of spam blogs then, yes, it's a scam.

All of which proves that Satan has the sensibilities of a frat boy: "Cool, I've totally possessed this chick. What shall I do now, guys? Make her act all skanky? OK, you got it."

I just know that I'm going to end up mistakenly referring to this as "Galacticus: Blood and Sand".

"I went out and looked for Rikki, found her in a cafe with a boy with Sendai eyes, half-healed suture lines radiating from his bruised sockets. She had a glossy brochure spread open on the table, Tally Isham smiling up from a dozen photographs, the Girl with the Zeiss Ikon Eyes."

I'm pretty sure I remember hearing that the Prince of Darkness was a gentleman. I'm so confused ... trashy pulp novel covers wouldn't lie to me, would they?

"Earthquake lights" are apparently not unique to Chile, and there are some tentative scientific (i.e. non-UFO) explanations: see [en.wikipedia.org]

I see your Internet-controlled shotguns, and I raise you one Korean sentry robot machine-gun: [gizmodo.com]

Needs more mushrooms.

Apparently the Future has guns that fire giant flaming penises. (I mean, c'mon, don't they look sort of like ... you know ... or did I just fail a Rorschach test again?)