order "the Irish" to stop drinking.

I'm sure this will be a task of commensurate feasibility.

Yeah, but think of all the fish!

Jesus, can we name it something else than a word that starts with "grok"?

That's such an ugly sounding word.

FIRE BAD! GLORG SAD!

I hear the previous universe had more puppies too.

Especially at the atomic scale.

What I would relish though is a magazine reader like a 17" touch screen iPad, but one with the smoothness of display of the iPad and the ease on the eyes of the liquidInk of the Kindle.

I WANT this.

I want it for reading PDFs of programming manuals, for reading beautiful magazines, for browsing beautiful coffee table books in digital format.

it is my duty to state that the only way to properly address Russian initiative this is to invade another country.

operating a vehicle containing children, parents or a girlfriend constitutes distracted driving.

How was I had?

What "had" me?

Here's what happened in chronological order where objects moved on their own. And no, I didn't drink or do drugs when I was 15.

About to walk into the right bay of the garage, where the ceiling was a white stucco ceiling and the walls were white, a 3 inch rusty nail fell out of the ceiling (there were no exposed nails in the ceiling), stopped 3 feet from the ground, flew horizontally across the room to the garage divider two feet away from me, bounced off a box with a thunk, hit the floor with a ping and disappeared.

The repairman working in the room that lead to the attic above the garage ran out of the house and told us not to call him again. He was listening to country music and the radio station with a rotary mechanical dial (1970's radio) changed stations. The only way for this to happen was to manually turn the dial.

My father walked in to the garage. Nail fell out of the ceiling, stopped falling about 3 feet from the ground, flew across the room, hit a wall, hit the floor and dis not disappear. My father picked up the nail and held it in his hands.

Me, garage again. Nail again.

My father was sitting on the john and the wastebasket flew across the room without him touching it.

I was sleeping and woke, hearing three footsteps come in to the room. No impressions could be seen on the carpet, but I heard the boards creak as someone was walking. Yeah, not impressive, many answers for what could cause that.

I was sleeping and woke, and looked over at my closet. The closet doors were wobbling like the guy's stomach in the Pepto Bismol commercials of the early '80s. This is not physically possible, but I saw it with my own eyes.

There were other strange things that happened, but I forget the details to some of them and though creepy, are not involving concrete objects. Other friends had problems with their pets not coming on to the property, even if dragged on by a leash. Lots of other, less concrete events occurred, but the physical objects moving right in front of our eyes are the events that are least open to misinterpretation.

See, it's that exact case that I'd love to have a video camera monitor from a difference.

All I've seen are the cases where he says that supernatural stuff can't exist.

And your reply is my point exactly. Based on the rules of science, we can't reproduce things that are real but are beyond our means to control. That doesn't mean that they are not real. It's that science can't be the means to identify them.

So, what else do we have that is legit then to help narrow them down? Nothing that I know of. I lived through some pretty scary stuff, but I can't call it up at a whim, or at all. It's completely out of my control, but I lived through it and had witnesses at the time.

Hahaha. Someone knows me well.

I'm printing this thread out and framing it. It will be hung above the easterly sitting room above the Rembrandts, where it shall prominently be displayed, as is my wont.

Smithers! Release the hounds!

I think with what the Indian team did to it, it's been dead for a long time.

There's a billion dollar prize.

"Theres" isn't a word.

You're typing for other people to read. Don't be lazy. Use the apostrophe when it's required. There's no excuse.

As a former member of both the Director and Director Shockwave teams, death to Flash, indeed.