Diamond-encrusted chocolate. $5 million!
'Shindig'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Satire of the Presiden't justification for spying on Americans without warrents: [link]
Q. ... But is it legal for the president to ignore the law?
A. Maybe not according to plain ol stupid ol regular law, but we're at war! You don't go to war with regular laws, which are made outta red tape and bureaucracy and Neville Chamberlain. You go to war with great big strapping War Laws made outta tanks and cold hard steel and the American Fightin Man and WAR, KABOOOOOOM!
Q. How does a War Bill become a War Law?
A. It all begins with the president, who submits a bill to the president. If a majority of both the president and the president approve the bill, then it passes on to the president, who may veto it or sign it into law. And even then the president can override himself with a two-thirds vote.
Diamond-encrusted chocolate. $5 million!
Does it include a filter/sceen, so you can get your diamonds back?
Diamond-encrusted chocolate. $5 million!
Oy. Fair Trade and Conflict Diamond people must be loving this.
Also, it's stupid.
With Christa McAuliffe set to be the first teacher in space, NASA had arranged a satellite broadcast of the full mission into television sets in many schools,
OK, so that's how I saw it. I have mentioned on occasion that I saw that live and people would tell me that wasn't possible. But it was on the tv in the school library and I was checking out books.
I remember they rolled a TV into our class to watch the news reports.
I was watching on a big screen TV in a pizza place. I had no idea what I was watching wasn't live, and I had no idea that anything bad happened until I saw it disintegrate.
I'm trying to work while listening to Ginuwine's Pony (If you're horny, let's do it / Ride it, my pony / My saddle's waitin' / Come and jump on it / If you're horny, let's do it / Ride it, my pony / My saddle's waitin' / Come and jump on it). It's difficult, yet, I keep replaying it. I need to be thinking about my presentation run through at ten instead.
I'm guessing I'd be totally earwormed now if I had ever heard that song....
OMG, I just got an email from a crackpot who feels compelled to note "No i am not an activist!"
Um, ok? The publicity department gets stuff like this all the time. Our group usually gets a different kind of crackpot.
I gotta say, it makes me wonder about people. We're a very imaginative sort, if a bit stupid.