Hm. Maybe that's why all the funding to my group of Doomsday Physicists got cut. We were really hoping to get that 450-A-258 Space Modulator up and running to blow up the Earth within the next couple of years.
Well, the government shouldn't be funding such things. I really think that the development of doomsday technology should be left to the marketplace. Let the various evil masterminds compete to come up with the most efficient way to destroy the world.
Do you know how long I sat here trying to figure out what that has to do with cooking?
That was my evil plan all along. (Of course, now I can't fix the typo because you went and mentioned it.)
Wednesday One-liners - the subway ones are SO my favorites.
Loudspeaker: Move to the front of the train. There's more room at the front...Well, you missed it. And that was the last one. We'll set up cots on the platform so you can spend the night.
--Lexington Avenue-53rd Street station
Gillian Anderson, for Plei.
Is it vengeance if you do it RIGHT right away? Sadly, this sort of "justice" is meted relatively often in Jamaica.
Secret tunnels under London.
Moron on parade:
Prosecutors in Riverside County are using Colton Simpson's tell-all book Inside the Crips: Life Inside L.A.'s Most Notorious Gang as evidence against him in a three-strikes case that could send him to prison for life.
Simpson's case appears to be the first in which prosecutors have relied on a defendants' book as evidence of intent to commit a crime, said Laurie Levenson, a professor at Loyola Law School. Prosecutors have used journals and letters to attempt to show criminal intent, Levenson said. In the Michael Jackson molestation trial last year, she said, Santa Barbara County prosecutors unsuccessfully tried to use holiday cards Jackson wrote the alleged victim to prove the singer's guilt. But the Simpson case, Levenson said, "is the first I'm aware of in which some of the key evidence against a defendant - the most damaging - is in his own book."
Gillian Anderson
Guh! I prefer the red-headed, Scully variety but still love GA.
I will share from my late afternoon Pick-Me-Up Music Selection:
MCA, get on the mic, my man
When I get my fill, I'm chilly chill
Pistol-packin, Monkey-drinkin, no-money BUM!
Early Beasties make me happy.
Mr. Ebanks was later caught by the irate residents of the community who then stoned and chopped him to death.
I admire the matter-of-fact tone of this sentence. I think it's the word "irate" that makes it perfect.
Timelies all!
Bleah, didn't sleep well. I kept waking up and going back to sleep. Yet, I am oddly alert.