You mean *DWARF* moon. Because in order to be considered a *real* moon, it has to clear its orbit of debris.
That's not debris. It's planetary placenta.
Have Space Suit, Will Travel.
They both eat shit and bother people.
My older brother shuffled your deck.
Smart developers punched a sequence number in columns 73-80. A few passes through the sorter and you're good to go.
"What advice would you give someone who just bought a new laptop? What would you tell someone about how to secure their webserver against attacks? For that matter, how would you tell someone to prepare for their first year at Burning Man?
Lotion. Lots of it.
Senators are too busy designing pork barrels to design rockets.
And NASA is too busy with "Muslim Outreach" to bother with actual space missions.
Someone bring me my flux capacitor!
The questions is not "where is my flux capacitor" but "when is my flux capacitor". You're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally.
Ahem... from wikipedia: "The Church Committee was the United States Senate Select Committee to Study Governmental Operations with Respect to Intelligence Activities, a U.S. Senate committee chaired by Senator Frank Church (D-ID) in 1975."
< Dana Carvey Mode ON>
Well, isn't that special.
< Dana Carvey Mode OFF>
Once again a slashdotter is advocating to take away a musician's right to make a prophet.
Well done. I'd +1 but you're already at 5.
I didn't know dire wolves were real. I just thought it was some BS that George R. R. Martin came up with.
Of course they're real, they're large 5 hit die creatures that have a bite attack and can trip with that attack. You often see druids and rangers taking them as animal companions.
And Jerry Garcia even wrote about them. Of course they're real
In the backwash of Fennario
The black and bloody mire
The dire wolf collects his due
While the boys sing 'round the fire
Don't murder me, I beg of you
Don't murder me, please, don't murder me
In this case, it's true. Science can never be settled. Sure he'll finally marry some theory and have 2.3 kids and a dog and live in a ranch house in the suburbs but Science will still have those yearnings to be free, and he'll leave that theory to go cling to another, younger theory. Science will be doomed to repeat this until eventually he'll wind up a syphilitic old fart in a rest home, with strings of drool hanging from his mouth.