I had a notification for a reply from five months ago.

There, just cut and print your name on the other side:

Welcome to the madhouse.  Now start from season 1 of NuWho (linger around at least for the second episode), and enjoy the ride (or watch the biggest hits like "Blink").

Yeah sure, one of the greatest minds of the 20th Century (still going on) wanted to send a missile to a country which he knew pretty well and probably admires lots of its people for lots of reasons.  Not likely.

Medical students in Buenos Aires go around with their scrubs in buses and trains.  Hygienic? No way.  Hot? You betcha. 

You got it wrong, the ladies are "ready for love" when the guy is rich and successful.

F is for fun, or for fake.

F is for fun, or for fake.

What would be a "Ch"? Do you have "Ch" as a letter in English?  I´m always amused by that guy that tried to implement the letter that was a symbol for "th".  Was it Edison? Twain?

Did you gave the bride to a soldier between Vietnam tours?

If you want to see a show on which people were in fact looking for love, I would suggest the old and extremely addictive "Beauty and The Geek".

How much do you want for your spec? Can we win against the killing rate of "Survivor" (France edition)?

How much do you want for your spec? Can we win against the killing rate of "Survivor" (France edition)?

Ha, nerds! (goes to rewatch "Blink").

Oh I got it, and Brick got it too (he probably was thinking that this guys looks like Foley).  It was awesome.

And the second time Kaley is struggling not to smile.

Yeah McP, it depends on my definition of "dating" also.  Still, a lesser person would have not give sound career advice to a woman in a first "date".  Weird that both looked a lot better in 2001 than in the 1980s.

Given the scant number of likes, I guess people here don´t know about the Guano War (hint: it was a real war, no kidding.  A war about the extraction rights of birds´shit).

I think that Rose traveled in April 2005, not March, but the Internet should answer that easily.

37 and SINGLE.  Basically, my life is over.  And still some 40 years to go.  And writing here instead of dancing in a nightclub.  On Saturday night.  In South America.