And from Wikipedia, a much more prosiac entry:
Donovan's Brain
Donovan's Brain is a 1942 horror novel by Curt Siodmak. The story revolves around an attempt to keep alive the brain of millionaire megalomaniac W.H. Donovan after an otherwise fatal plane crash. Gradually, the increasingly evil brain develops telepathic abilities and becomes able to control the mind of Dr. Patrick Cory, the character who is keeping the brain alive.
The novel has been filmed on several occasions, most notably as The Lady and the Monster (1944) and Donovan's Brain (1953), the latter starring Nancy Reagan.
Gradually, the increasingly evil brain develops telepathic abilities and becomes able to control the mind of Dr. Patrick Cory,
Of course. Doesn't everyone know that if you take a brain out of a body and keep it alive,
it will become telepathic.
Hell, even a severed head that's kept alive will probably develope the ability to communicate telepathicly with any monsters that happen to be locked up nearby.
Clearly you're still paying for all the gelato and lovely scenery.
Yes, between that and the plague, the vacation is clearly over.
Well, now I'm completely unsupervised and proofreading documents about joint tenancy because I'm bored.
Okay, so who can tell me what the best kinds of things there are to buy at Trader Joe's? We've got one opening up here TODAY! Eeeee! I'm so happy, but I have no idea what kind of goodies are teh yummiest.
Warning: Very fun time-waster: [link]
What crude line-art flash game is getting more search hits on Google than Kim Jong Il? It's called Line Rider, and Time.com reports that it has attracted a cult following worldwide:
Part Jackass stunt, part physics lesson, Line Rider encourages users to "draw" their own ramps, hills, and slopes with a pencil tool, then sends a virtual sledder (wearing a red scarf) along the route until he swoops, swerves and crashes. Build an elaborate enough course and you'll feel like a little kid playing in the snow again, zooming downhill, popping up in the air, wiping out on a ramp jump a la Evel Knievel.
Man, legal language is freaksome. I'm glad I never tried to go into law; apparently I would have spent the first semester with a red pen clutched in my hand, going all English-Major-OCD on perfectly innocent course material.
