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Yes. And that is why is such a uproariously funny scene when Douglas Adams strung them together and deployed them to describe the Third Worst Poetry in the universe..

My brother got a decent grade in an English class once for using the gibberish phrase from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy "some of the metaphysical imagery was particularly effective; interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor."

The War of the Worlds end was bad, like he ran out of ideas so he just slapped on "and then they died." The Andromeda Strain had essentially the same problem - an all powerful bacteria that is slicing through civilization like it was whipped cream and then it suddenly, what, mutates into something utterly harmless? As

So you think that, say, Progressive Waste Solutions, Ltd of Canada would pay $100 million for naming rights to some fucking rock strewn wasteland? No sirree. They want islands, water, balmy temperatures, exotic creatures. The whole naming rights program would collapse in minutes if these Running Dogs of Capitalism

Ok, that would be cool. But would you even set foot on "GoDaddy World" or "Little Caesar's Pizza Planet"?

Naming rights are a hazardous business, as football teams who want to play in Bowl Games have found out. I am definitely not going to colonize a world with a really fucking stupid name, like Chick-Fil-A Planet or Famous Idaho Potato Planet.

I liked the US version too, but the British one just worked on every level. I wish the US one had more time to develop its own voice and identity, the way the US version of The Office did. There was a lot of potential for the US version, particularly the characters of Ray and Gene, who seemed to have richer back

Life on Mars, the BBC version. I could not get enough of it. Still can't.

What upsets me about Rob Ford is that he outweighs me by at least 150 pounds and he still has a better vertical leap than I do.

Taking a crisp photo of the moon is much harder than non-photographers imagine (it moves really fast, actually, and is extremely bright compared with the otherwise dark nighttime scenery) and getting an exposure like this would be difficult, marking that as a likely fake right from the start.

Admittedly it does pale in comparison with their ability to read minds and fly, but it's one of the few of their powers that we are permitted to discuss publicly.

Now I really want to be an Urban Druid. That sounds like Hipster taken to absolutely the Nth degree. I could have an excellent beard, make organic babyfood for my non-gender-specifically-named infant, drink fabulously obscure craft beer and fair trade coffee and STILL get to dance naked under the moonlight in parks

While I am certain it is extremely nasty indeed, I find it hard to believe that any such sentence could surpass the cat intestine stuff.

As always, I am led to wonder what the problem is here? Earth suddenly collapses into a tiny hyperdense sphere? Just means no more snow in Atlanta, the drought is over in California, and I don't have to pull my taxes together for this year. Sounds like at least an arguably positive outcome.

You met the lead actress? That is an extremely cool '80s story.

Oh, I didn't say I hated it. I remember it sort of fondly. And I still have the soundtrack still. "Me and My Rhythm Box" rules. But I do remember this profound sense of disorientation walking out of the theater.

Liquid Sky, one of the most jarring movies ever. When my buddies and I left a midnight showing at the Circle Theater on Pennsylvania Avenue in DC, one of my friends observed that watching the movie was "like having your brain smashed out by the word Fuck."

"Ph.D Pro Se"

The original Battlestar Galactica got maddening after the original mini-series story arc ran out. The subsequent storylines went hither and thither, creating all sorts of weird loose ends and plot lurches as they struggled (unsuccessfully) to find their footing as a series.