So I’m not the only person for whom Carrie-Anne Moss is about 10 zillion times hotter with the sunglasses on, right?

Intentionally or unintentionally?

Wonder why they don’t just send a probe that separates into a data buffer/repeater that hangs out where it’s safe, and a probe that goes into the danger zone and sends the data it collects back to the buffer.

Today I learned that hospital scrubs are “nonbinary” apparently.

I guess the only question is whether this was shelved because it sucks, or was it shelved until Miller’s stink died down.

I think maybe they drilled 7 miles down, but aren’t themselves that far down?

With a record scratch.

They’re not selling it in the US though so they don’t have to make that allowance for the linguistically disabled.

In the years since I bought my Juke in 2012 it has become obvious that the real market sweet spot for them is middle aged and older women.

Even in Nissan TV commercials that showed a lineup of vehicles there wouldn’t be a Juke.

If they wanted good mileage they would have bought something eco-friendly and aerodynamic like a worn out U-Haul box truck.

Hummer repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as farce.

Ssangyong Odious

“ I guess it’s good that old paradigms of celebrity are being torn down and replaced with populace stars, as the old paths of access were heavily gated and inaccessible to most.”

There’s a cartoon around, where Miller gets a time machine and travels back in time to deport his own great-grandparents.

He probably thinks it’s green, and doesn’t understand map projections so thinks it is a lot bigger than it really is.

Trying to imagine an Aston-driving supervillain building a lair at Mount Saint Helens. Flannel-shirted goons sitting at control panels and standing guard.

An Aston Martin sticker, maybe.

Bond hears “Spitfire”, ends up extremely disappointed.

“The tenants arrive here and are carried along the corridor on a conveyor belt in extreme comfort, past murals depicting Mediterranean scenes, towards the rotating knives. The last twenty feet of the corridor are heavily soundproofed. The blood pours down these chutes and the mangled flesh slurps into these...”