I have no clue what I'm looking at.
James Woods: What? Look, I'm texting you her picture. Just tell me if you think she's hot enough.
Peter: What is this a picture of? Is that the bottom of a white pumpkin?
It's like an episode of Star Blazers come to life.
Just look at the radio
I don't think that's how radios work.
We're all full-up on Californians.
You need some more Texans. Here I come, YEEEEEHAAAAAW! [does Yosemite Sam dance]
I used to think most of the bad decisions I saw were transient brain farts, and given enough experience and thought, everyone progresses to something better. A few decades later, life has crushed that particular conceit.
I predict there will be dead Chinese Astronauts on the moon.
That permanent presence will back their territorial claim over the entire satellite, followed by a declared "defensive identification zone".
...perhaps a bit tinfoil hat wearing
More like a giant tinfoil sombrero with little dangly tinfoil balls around the rim, all while you dance to an imaginary mariachi band.
Guess we should all go back to shortwave radio - unfortunately it has become a lost art now a days.
After the apocalypse, the few remaining practitioners will be able to trade communications services for sexual favors and repopulate the globe with little geek babies.
Han: It's not mine, I'm holding for the wookie!