And it seemed like a good idea ... right up until we inadvertently downloaded the plans for that killer robot that tied us up, emptied our bank accounts, and stole the cat.

You're telling me there's intelligent life on Yahoo?

You had me at "salacious sousaphone solo".

Supperman probably wouldn't be much good in an emergency, but at least he'd see that you got one square meal a day.

Why yes, actually, the sun does shine out of my ass. In a manner of speaking ...

"I'm in a simple black unitard that covers me from ankle to neck. Shiny leather boots lace up to my knees. But it's the fluttering cape made of streams of orange, yellow and red and the matching headpiece that define this costume." ["The Hunger Games", Suzanne Collins]

I'm sure he cries himself to sleep every night ... lying on a giant pile of money.

As a friend put it:

Yeah, I saw that and thought, "What a pity io9 isn't blacked out to protest SOPA/PIPA today. Cannot unsee."

We must have got the Martians really mad if they're throwing rocks at us. Fortunately, they seem to be bad shots.

Extraordinary claims demand extraordinary proof.

"Gee, Brane, what are we going to do tonight?"

Sounds like Isabella Rossellini should do this one if she hasn't already. [www.sundancechannel.com]

Can't you just look at the Lifeclock crystal in the palm of your hand?

It's dead to me.

When Stanza, formerly my preferred reader, died, I switched to iBooks and was pleasantly surprised. It's stable, presents books clearly, allows you to organize your books into categories, and can handle ePub and PDF (the PDF experience isn't great, but it's acceptable).

Prithee, my brother, of thy kindness, shock me not with thy Leyden Jar!

Bond, as originally written by Ian Fleming, wasn't a nice man: I think "cold" is one of the recurring adjectives, and he could certainly have been a borderline alcoholic (mind you, standards were different in the 1950s). So maybe they're just being true to the original model.

What, you think Elrond's a nice guy? So what did he actually _do_ in the "War of the Ring"? He's all like "Sure, why don't you guys go walk off into Mordor past a dozen gigantic orc armies, throw that ring in Mount Doom. Me? The most bad-ass elf warrior-magician since the Second Age? Oh, I'll be staying right here in…

In fairness to Scott, meteorologists now believe that he ran into unusually foul weather. See: [www.guardian.co.uk]