The newest thing I heard, its not good...

I had made little acquaintance with the history of my ancestors. Almost the only thing I knew concerning them was, that a notable number of them had been given to study. I had myself so far inherited the tendency as to devote a good deal of my time, though, I confess, after a somewhat desultory fashion, to the physical sciences. It was chiefly the wonder they woke that drew me. I was constantly seeing, and on the outlook to see, strange analogies, not only between the facts of different sciences of the same order, or between physical and metaphysical facts, but between physical hypotheses and suggestions glimmering out of the metaphysical dreams into which I was in the habit of falling. I was at the same time much given to a premature indulgence of the impulse to turn hypothesis into theory. Of my mental peculiarities there is no occasion to say more.

Davis: [after losing football tickets] Well, I'll have to go to a scalper.
Karen: Isn't it weird for you to go to a scalper?
Davis: Why? Because I'm a Cree man? I resent that!
Karen: Because you're a police officer and scalping tickets is illegal.
Davis: Oh yeah.

The Mimosans had choreographed a bravura quantum maneuver that would allow the femtomachine to inject a partial clone of itself through the border and rotate all of its amplitude into the successful branch at the same time.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have; the older she gets the more interested he is in her.

"You're a teacher?"

"Part-time."

The centipede was happy quite
Until a frog in fun
Said "Pray which leg goes after which?"
This raised its mind to such a pitch that
It lay distracted in the ditch,
Considering how to run.

No, ma'am. We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor we're aware of. May we come in?

Kopi Luwak is the world's most expensive coffee. Though for some, it falls under the category of "too good to be true." In the Sumatran village, where the beans are grown, lives a breed of wild tree cat. These cats eat the beans, digest them and then... defecate. The villagers then collect and process the stools. It is the combination of the beans and the gastric juices of the tree cat that give Kopi Luwac... ... its unique flavor... and aroma. You're shitting me!

Cats beat me to it!

It's not a cat, it's a civet. And I keep trying to get someone to make me a luwak avatar.

Had too look it up to see.



Although I wonder how someone came up with the idea to do this. I never would even want to look through animal excrement for potential food/drink sources (or anything else for that matter) LOL

FIFTY FIVE BUCKS for a ball of yarn? What the hell is it made out of, the hair of a PRINCESS?

Yes, actually.

Oh, wow. That's actually a pretty good deal then.

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We're doomed.
People with no vowels whatsoever are all over The Net, using social networking sites to spread their personal lives in front of search engines and people who don't want to know.
Now we see them invading the sacred_about_to_be_sacrificed Forums!!

Your point being?

Your analogy isn't loaded with a full deck. You can't weld your sword to the last bullet because you'll be dragging your anchor right out of the barn door!

A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex. But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magical.

Mercy is for the weak!

Only the strong can afford to be merciful.

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

In The Name Of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful.

Who? What does it matter? Or... do you need a name to describe me? A definition by words is merely a means to deceive oneself. It's meaningless before the truth. What matters is how you perceive things. The slightest shift, then life and death no longer have any meaning.

Meeting The President: I decided to roll with the idea of having The President be almost entirely absent from the series. Which may seem like an odd decision, given that I was writing about Very Big Things and Epochal Events and World-Shattering Ideas, but it just… I couldn’t… there was…

Oh, hell: George W. Bush was, and is, an utter fucking moron and I couldn’t find any way to put him in a script that would be in any way believable.

One of those unfortunate moments when reality is stranger than fiction, and I couldn’t — blame me for being a poor writer if you must — I couldn’t find any way to insert this half-witted bumpkin into a script for a zombie comic and make it plausible. Because any way George W. Bush would react to a situation like this would be stupider than fiction and would have just sunk the whole thing right where it was.

"What about the rumours that the president had a nervous breakdown?"

"Nervous breakdown? Look fellows, I'd like to remind everyone that we're still at war here. The terrorists are going to exploit any sign of weakness and it's not a question of if, but when they're going to launch a major attack ending life on earth as we know it, so let's just try to keep a positive attitude."

BABY SAFETY GUIDELINES:

- For best results, use manufacturer approved space babies.
- Do not use regular babies.
- Do not use indoors.
- Use within 70-80 years.
- Refrigerate when not in use.

* Actual space baby may vary.

After importing java.awt.right.foot.* and java.awt.gun.right.hand.*, and writing the classes and methods of those classes needed, you’ve forgotten what the hell you’re doing.

You are all sinners in the eyes of the turtle.

An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.