Wasn’t a thriller. Wasn’t even sci-fi. It was simply just a slice-of-life melodrama set in what will be our near future: that a problematic yet generic event arises on Mars just as it would on Earth.

My winter coat is three hoodies, perfect for on-the-fly layering or for sharing when in need.

Typer, correct thyself. Don’t be a hypocrite about words when you skewed your own from being sauced so early in the day. Lay off the Luncheonritas.

Moldies, fuckin’ moldies...

That sure is one ugly ass inbred lookin’ dude...

...says the people who think Ladybusters should happen, so.

... . . . so basically wannabe nerd pop, got it.

“Her.” Yeah, okay.

Hale Satin.

As per this Jez post proclamation: don’t be so cuntish.

I think there should be a line where it is proven beyond doubt that it couldn’t have been just anybody in that seat at that time to pull off such a distinguished action to earn the R; if anybody else could have just as easily inputted that konomi-code sequence to save a life, then no.

What’s so disconcerting? They’re just like you: all too human.

Must be a pretty poor Corp. if they can’t afford regular scientists.

No it’s not. Not one bit. Not at all.

This is exactly why I read manga instead of occidental comics; absolutely more variety (love me some seinen slice of life as much as I do love stuff like 7 Seeds and Suicide Island!), just about nothing really ever gets boring or dragged on unresolved forever, and each spectrum in the variety gets absolutely tenfold…

It wouldn’t be better since there was nothing wrong with it in the first place. At all.

Well, duh; Fogey, meet Geezer. Geezer, Fogey.

And Milli Vanilli got a Grammy; your point is completely pointless.

Kinda hard not to trespass onto others’ lawns when they warp from Earth to Kronos in minutes-flat.

His rivers fell!