It does seem to me that there is a certain amount of common sense in this notion: gaming is a wonderful way of avoiding problems, real or perceived, allowing a person who is depressed to distract himself or avoid the issue or enter an environment where there is some artificial sense of control. Of course, there are…

They will be amazed when they discover DNA evidence that suggests that Mars was once populated by gators and manatees.

They have discovered that all that so-called "Dust" on Mars is actually a mix of ground cinnamon and high-grade cocaine.

As a refugee from the East Coast now living in California, let me assure you that massive coastal snowstorms actually suck. A lot. Oh sure, the snow is all pretty and fun the first day, but by about day three, you'll be sick to fucking death of wading through dirty, icy, dog-pee infested snow piles to get where you…

I have often thought I could make a fortune with a line of bumper stickers and window placards reading "Probable Cause on Board."

Ah, Analog. I subscribed throughout my youth, but I haven't seen it in years. I don't recall that story though.

Gaming for me is merely an excuse to upgrade my equipment. Most upgrade/replacement projects have been driven by the specs of some hot new game. And yet they also usually happen to improve the functionality of my machines for business purposes too. Who knew that Baldur's Gate and Black Ops and Skyrim were productivity…

It is well known that neither Thomas Jefferson nor Ronald Reagan ever existed. Teddy Roosevelt, meanwhile, was merely a grossly exaggerated version of an elderly Jewish tailor from the Bronx who died alone in his tenement apartment in 1904.

In other news, scientists report that the sun had a massive erection today,extending some 186,000 miles into space and lasting more than four hours. And in sports...

First, do not stick me with a fork under any circumstances. Second, silk ties are expensive so please do not ruin my limited stock by smearing them with bodily secretions or oils. Please keep that nasty, lint covered pocket change off your body parts and mine. And get the fuck off my earlobes. That hurts.

Indeed. Been too long since I read the books.

That can't happen. It is a well-known fact that the Marmot uterus automatically shuts down when another species attempts to fertilize it.

Amen.

Let's try this in some new forms:

These complaints are from actual guy-types of people? This sounds as made up as those Penthouse Forum "I never thought this would happen to me" thingys. Perhaps the editors sat down a bunch of interns and said "think of a bunch of generic, stereotyped complaints that adult men might have" and they were off to the…

Curiously, God is also my copy editor. Of course, my own personal writing coach is an 8-foot-tall neon green panda named Rex. He doesn't claim to have created the universe, but when you get a couple of beers in him, he'll tall you about the meth lab he built in Montana once.

Yeah, the open air stillsuits drove me bonkers, though I guess an entire movie of people dressed as Sandpeople or walking around in Burkas would be awkward. But still, it drove me nuts.

I agree completely. Adapting Dune well would be extremely difficult. The SyFy version was pretty good, but so detailed that it really was aimed mostly at people who are thoroughly steeped in it. I don't know how an adaptation for a general audience might work.

Perhaps my vehement hatred of the story line tainted me, but I thought everyone looked pretty silly, except for Paul's father, who looked absolutely like I had pictured him, in both dress and physique, and had a really nifty uniform.

The night I saw Dune was the first time I ever felt a pressing need to get drunk and throw up as a way of forgetting.