The first incident I remember on The Trip (as it came to be known in my family) was a rock kicked up by a truck hitting the windshield of our minivan and taking out a decent size chunk of glass.
The first incident I remember on The Trip (as it came to be known in my family) was a rock kicked up by a truck hitting the windshield of our minivan and taking out a decent size chunk of glass.
I can't but help read "student-athlete" in Cartman's plantation-owner voice.
I liked her better as Aphrodite.
Read what? Bilbo getting knocked out and missing all the good stuff?
Boring mundane tasks build moral fiber. Now I could selfishly keep this moral-fiber-fortifying task to myself, or I could graciously share it with another person. It's good to see that most people did the right thing.
Alton Brown used the base from a turkey fryer to heat his wok on Good Eats and got decent results with that.
The Sloan Digital Sky Survey has ~470,000,000 objects in their latest data release:
Lighter rocks vs heavier rocks - as long as they're the same volume they'll displace the same amount.
I am sick of R2-D2 and C-3PO. For fuck's sake, this is an entire galaxy with trillions and trillions of sentient lifeforms, and all we keep seeing are the same two goddamn droids.
I miss the old paranoia.com, with links to the Anarchist's Cookbook, how to butcher humans for consumption, how to hack a pay phone, and all other kinds of weird, funny, disturbing, subversive stuff.
My son was born in Indiana in 2008, and I could not give less of a shit about this if you paid me to.
Satellite imaging data should give us a rough timeline.
I fail to see how the reference classes Franceschi described are applicable. We can dismiss them out of hand as not reflecting our apparent reality. That doesn't affect the original argument in the slightest, unless Franceschi is trying to claim that only 1 *type* of simulation would ever exist and we don't know…
They're just waiting for some huge natural disaster to hit on a Friday afternoon before a major holiday weekend.
Weird Al beat the Devil in an accordion contest in 1996. Eternal middle-agedness is the prize for that one, way better than a gold fiddle I say.
Bring me the bullet of Exact Zero!
I once taught an Astronomy101 university class during my graduate studies, and part of what I did when covering the possibility of life in the universe outside of Earth was the Drake Equation. I split the class into 10 groups of 4, and had each group come up with their own values for the Drake Equation, and present…
I had 4 surgeries to repair my lower right leg when I was injured by a boat propellor during a Navy training exercise. The second time I went under anesthesia, it erased my short term memory for about 18 hours from before the procedure. I went from laying in bed watching Judge Judy knowing I was going to have…
I bet a lot of people are going to say "The Mist" which I absolutely hated.