Is Prester a title, or a first name?

Maybe they never taught the monkeys how to pull the ripcord, figuring, hell, they're monkeys coming back from space... if they don't have superadvanced cosmic hyperbrains, they're shit out of luck.

The plot breaks down pretty fast though. I mean, [SPOILERS] they blow up the planet at the end of Ivory Tower 2: Beneath My Ivory Tower, and you think, "well that's it then, I'll find a new porno series to rent at my local porno rental facility..." but then in Ivory Tower 3: Escape Onto My Ivory Tower, some of the…

Entirely reasonable.

Yeah, Felix the cybercat and the Kennedy pupkins were two stories I wanted more about. Both feel like launching points for cute, simple, still-good little soft sci-fi stories.

So what I'm getting from all this is, NASA used to make some astoundingly shitty parachutes.

This is why ancient carpentry was so goddamn lousy. Ever try bracing a plank against something made of wool so you can saw it in half? Of course not, because it wouldn't work.

Voyager and BSG. Check and check. Could not possibly agree more.

I believe you mean Ben Hargrove.

Mostly I agree with you — I just watched this again two days ago, by coincidence! — but the missing key here is I don't think we're ever told what instigated the war. The Mormons were certainly "asking for it" (but the human Federation or whatever had warned them not to settle there and they did anyway, right?) but…

I'm not usually the pro-PC guy (far from it), but are we still calling them "indians," like, ever? Unless you're saying this is a story from or about people in India, maybe a British Colonial Empire thing, but I kind of doubt that's what you meant.

1,535 degrees F. That's... really hot.

One day you'll regret warning people about this, but it'll be too late!

My name is Travis. For a while I was using my real name on here but that was naive, suffice it to say. My dayjob is making quicktimes of television commercials for the animation studio Laika. My (as yet unpaid) nightjob is writer & screenwriter. My once-a-year-or-so weekendjob (also unpaid, though sometimes funded) is…

The real problem is these new weights were communicated from the committee to an assistant producer in LA and then months later, rather than using the original notes from the committee, the revised weights are being taken from the producer's notes direct. So in another six months they can release the five-disc "REAL"…

Yeah, most of these photos skirted the edge between cute and "jeez, I hope that animal's not being mistreated" (and "that's got to be the smelliest waiter in all of... well, I guess it is Europe...") —— but of all the photos the kittens in boxes one I couldn't really justify. Less cute more heart-squeezingly sad.

Part of me wishes you hadn't qualified that, just to see the kind of weird, serious, defensive responses you might have gotten.

According to an interview on A.V. Club earlier this week, Burroughs and Weller stayed friends — so it couldn't have gone too sourly for him. Besides, "everyone wanted to know him/collaborate with him, no one wanted to be him," could pretty much sum up every biopic ever. Why tell a grand story of someone's life if it's…

Well, I was ready to be convinced — I have no stock in this, after all. I don't know the guy. You have a good day, too.

You gonna say that to his face?