That electrical sensitivity thing happened to me on acid once. It was only one hit of LSD, and not a very strong one, so I had altered perception but I still had my wits about me. I was walking home through a suburban neighborhood at night and as I passed a power transformer up at the top of a telephone pole, I could…

Why only 11 at a time? That does not sustain my appetite for scary. How about delivering these in 100-paks?

What about my pacemaker? Should I finally get around to attaching that ground wire?

What would happen if a robot played with a ouija board? What about a cyborg? What if the cyborg was only 25% human and 75% mechanized? Is 25% enough flesh and life-force for a supernatural creepy to latch onto? What if astronauts played with a ouija board in outer space? Say... in orbit around Saturn? These are real…

They’d better win the draw!

I’d like to see this on a larger scale, in a lower gravity situation, with Hawkwind blasting in the background.

If the top of the mountain is 5067m, and the glacier is 2420m high, then the distance between is 2547 meters, or about 1.5 miles. I was surprised by how big this is. That’s quite a mess. Seven maids with seven mops wouldn’t make a dent.

I’m considering changing my handle to ‘kicker of elves’... dunno why, but I thought I’d share that with you.

Damn youuuuu!

Here is my ill-conceived and poorly executed attempt to keep up with you clowns (digging with a permit):

Or in my case, having to choose between staring at a wall, or The View while using the rowing machine at my local Y is bad enough. At least I don't have to hear it.

Hootie and the Blowfish is as far as your imagination will allow you to roam? I feel sorry for you.

My son’s B-day too! (his first one of a grand (projected) total of 121)

Wikipedia.. Oh.

I looked around for an article about this with a map and couldn’t find one. I also looked at the Jamtland area on Google earth and couldn’t find anything that looks like a double crater. Anybody know where exactly the impact site is?

I’ve just decided to start my own religion that serves pancakes and port. My collection plate is on paypal.

Ya, I remember cubed white bread and grape juice at my suburban Presbyterian church in the ‘80s. I also remember the entire vacation bible school group (40 or 50 kids) changing the lyrics of Children of the Lord to Children of the Corn. Loudly and prouldly. ..And the wife of the pastor who was leading our massive…

I think MUSA..’s key point was the “make cops use that as their in-chamber cartridge”.