Props on to've!
One of my favorite non-standard contractions.
Props on to've!
One of my favorite non-standard contractions.
No one yet? OK, I'll be that guy…
From the picture John Henry pulled up from the ole Intranet, the new Miles Dyson is quite clearly played by Phil Morris, aka Jackie Chiles from Seinfeld, who actually has a pretty significant Sci Fi/Fantasy history, from a one-off in Star Trek:Voyager to an extended run as The…
I have neither of what? There are three items in your first assertion—brevity, soul and wit. I am forced to assume that by "neither" you are referring to the closest items, soul and wit, since resolving ambiguity requires that I first try to apply the assertion to the most recent preceding terms. So I have neither…
Surely we can do better!
I would like to comment.
It's funny how it takes so much longer for the more serious/independent/foreign films to pick up comments than the mainstreamers.
I realize that this conversation is too thoughtful to keep dragging it into semantics, but I feel the need to defend my position on the meaning of "agnostic" since debates about the meaning of this word and of "atheist" keep popping up.
Because this is the ideal reference to hang on this article, I'm gonna follow this particular comment with my two cents:
Clueless Neophyte:
Torsloke,
"…not the person everyone expects" does seem kind of meaningless at first take, but after thinking about it for a bit, I believe they might mean that we would expect Thirteen to win the House dead pool. 'Cause she's dying and all.
Five words:
…a boot to the head…
IT'S IN REVELATIONS, PEOPLE!
Kraftwerk is sweet. I have the German release of Tekno-pop in my car and I listen to it often ('Kein Anschluss unter dieser Nummer.'). A serious argument can be made for them as one of the founding pillars of hip-hop.
Thank you for sharing your list, it made me laugh.
Yes, her facial features are individually too big for her face.
Not no more, no.
Actually, his name is Jones.
Okay, for anyone else as clueless as me, I found it on the back page of my handy-dandy paper copy of the Onion:
HEY!
Aren't you folks having a free thing like you did last year (and thanks again for the free drinks!)?
Shit, Gentle Herpes, that regurgitation joke was so clever that it had to enter my brain sideways five minutes later while I was trying to work out how it took so long for one of us to notice that six names does not equal five teens.