on erikaj's ETA: WTF? I am lost.
What the Hell do weapons of mass destruction have to do with entertainment?
Transformers on Mars, though, I get. What could be more natural?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
on erikaj's ETA: WTF? I am lost.
What the Hell do weapons of mass destruction have to do with entertainment?
Transformers on Mars, though, I get. What could be more natural?
Backflung, msbelle!
I think the drinking age should be 16, and the driving age should be 21.
I was gonna say that!
I think I was 17 when I got my learner's permit, because I'm lazy and also I didn't have enough of a social life to need to drive anywhere. I got my first speeding ticket last year.
OK, if I were fascist dictator, I'd require that all students take at least one class in logic and how to recognize logical fallacies.
I welcome the revolution! (Especially if you also require a class in basic statistics.)
What the Hell do weapons of mass destruction have to do with entertainment?
Obviously, you never saw "Poseidon"'s box office take.
Especially if you also require a class in basic statistics
And economics! Everything that governments and businesses do is based on economics, and yet in one of the richest and best-educated countries in the world, the average citizen knows bupkis about basic economics.
Victor wins the quip-off.
Not that that is new news.
if I were fascist dictator, I'd require that all students take at least one class in logic and how to recognize logical fallacies.
Someone needs remedial dictator instruction.
Ow. I just bought a bunch of comics and a bunch of clothes, and I am going to spend the weekend at the beach starting tomorrow afternoon. I will not be online. My poor, aching-from-coding-emergencies hands will thank me.
And economics!
I wanna live in tommyrot's fascist dictatorship, not Corwood's. (And yeah, I get that I'm totally proving Corwood's point by saying that.)
That's going to get you onto my imaginary secret service list if you keep it up.
(I'm not even a dictator, but I've gone mad with fake power! Mad! Mad, I tell you, mad!)