Listen – I know this oil leak in the gulf sucks, but:
What if a cat 5 hurricane came sweeping through, carrying a funnel of oil over land? What if that funnel, in its rampage, ripped down some live powerlines, powerlines whose sparks ignited the towering Oil-iccane, turning it into a 150mph flame storm?
I’m not saying it’s a good idea, but if you think truckasaurus moves tickets…
Edit: Poop! Apparently XKCD had the same idea, although with less Truckasaurus and more alligators.
This story made its way amongst the word-jugglers the other day, and I just wanted to add a few quick thoughts:
Last typist refuses to switch to laptop, gets boot from Writers Room in Greenwich Village
The ribbon has run out on the last typewriter at a Manhattan writers’ den.
Skye Ferrante has spent six years at the Writers Room in Greenwich Village, blissfully banging away on his grandmother’s 1929 Royal typewriter. – More
The thrust of the article is that the guy is put out that he’s not allowed to haul his Nana’s hammer-box into the room so he can play at being a writer for the afternoon. I don’t mean to be the cantankerous jerk, but – well, I’m going to: there may have been a time when smoking cigars and pinching strange ladies’ bottoms were also permissible behaviour in the area, that doesn’t mean it’s still done.
We also used to think it was fine to display a quart of brandy in the office, you don’t see a mini-bottle in every modern cubicle however.
I love the classic action and satisfying clatter of a typewriter as much as the next guy, but sometimes you’ve got to take a tip from garage bands and know when to practice your art in the muffling confines of your own home.
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones – also, should pick up all the dead birds on their lawn.
There are only two movie scenes that have ever left me shivering in the night.
One of them, The Furry Scene from The Shining, is often listed as one of the creepiest moments in film history – maybe, but does it stand up to this?
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Well, bring on the brass band and a slow golf clap.
They must have reinforced the CNN front page just to handle the counter-pressure of such a vacuous story.
From the Facebook sidebar:
Anything goes?
Why are those two adults encouraging that twelve year old boy to send explicit text messages to his bus driver?
While eating Shreddies, I sometimes begin to half-expect I’ll encounter a rogue pretzel or corn chip in my bowl.
One of the major issues with Jedi is that Han doesn’t get a single decent scene – he even falls for the old “step-on-a-twig-and-alert-the-guards” gag.
My guess is that Lucas felt a need to downplay his role to ensure Luke was the undisputed hero of the film, thus writing out the last likable character who could speak English.
I’m still waiting for the FP production crew to be available, but:
These Tattoo Bandages are fantastic.
I’m sure the kids would love to look down at their road rash, only to discover they look like Merchant Marines.
Blast, my vacation plans – RUINED.
Chicken costumes banned at Nev. polling places
Voters dressed in chicken costumes won’t be allowed inside Nevada polling places this year.
State election officials on Friday added chicken suits to the list of banned items after weeks of ridicule directed at Republican Senate candidate Sue Lowden. – More from AP