"Eat me, I'm Danish."
It's funny, I don't read this site on a regular basis exactly but opened this one random article which might be of interest to me given the subject, and I'm half way through the comments and not one is about anything except Dice's horrible Extreme Makeover.
I imagine plenty of you guys are attempting to submit articles on their travesty, good luck with the good cause. Keep up the royal crapflood in the comments if that doesn't happen. That new design is barf exemplified, agreed.
Scarperiod. Breaking information for geeks. Things which are of major concern.
Tune tune tune with the Autotune!
A jelly doughnut? And how did it get there?
“I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.”
"I certainly do not drink all the time. I have to sleep you know."
"Don't worry about your heart, it will last you as long as you live."
It gets below absolute zero on Star Trek TNG on occasion. Lots of vortexes too. Vortexi?
First you need to split up larger asteroids. The most effective strategy is to position your ship in a corner.
The sexbot's name? Mr. Prostitute.
Movie ref by any chance? Haven't seen that one in a while. "Us Yellowbeards are never more dangerous than when we're dead!"
"Dupes" kinda sounds like a temporal law enforcement department in an old Lester Del Ray short story.
Oh great, so now we're going to accept dating advice from Mr. I'm-My-Own-Grandfather?
Robert Rapier's a pretty solid researcher in energy matters, and not the type to whitewash topics like these, which got him branded as a shill for Big Oil (he's ex Conoco-Phillips) when he began writing about peak oil. On that particular subject he's been really on the money - he envisioned what he termed "Peak Lite" back in 2006, which means no actual decline in overall supply but little in the way of actual gains and persistent high prices, which is what has actually transpired in the intervening years. This won him no favors with types who latched on to the whole peak oil subject as a pretext for imminent collapse of civilization, of course.
Probably a typo, but just as readily sounds like one of his coinages.
I often think back to an interview or article where, in re: Schismatrix, Bruce said he was no longer bothering to set stories in outer space, as, contrary to most people's expectations, you could conjure up just as weird or weirder scenarios in a place like Chattanooga, Tennessee.
My guess is it's a bumpy ride.