And Gudanov's reply:

You can worship Gudanov! Why Gudanov? No goat or chicken sacrifices are required. Choose your own holy texts, the collected works of Neil Gaiman, Spiderman comics, whatever works for you. Bathrooms with the holy image of Gudanov on the back are strictly optional. All you need to start is a Gudshrine(tm) available in three easy payments of $19.99. But that's not all, with your Gudshrine(tm) you also get a mug with a picture of Gudanov on it, a $30 value.

Gudanov worship does not guarentee any benefits in your current life or any potential afterlife. Gudanov worship has not been shown to provide any advantage over more established religions in scientific studies. Gudanov worship should not be performed by pregnant women or men with pickup trucks with a gross vehicle weight exceeding five tons.

edit: curse you, wee billytea!!

Gandalfe:

I was just talking about this with someone yeasterday, and I was trying to think of SF films that are truly thoughtful, and I could only come up with about 5 - Alien, Blade Runner, 2001, Solaris, and maybe Andromeda Strain.

Polter-Cow:

Alien is thoughtful? I thought there was just the killin'.

DavidS:

Did you think about the killing? I thought so.

Also, I think there was a lot of thought put into the design, creating a credible, lived in future.

tommyrot:

Also, there was a scene (that was cut) of the Alien reading "Atlas Shrugged."

Nearmiss, you'll want to post that in the thread where it actually happened:

Gandalfe "Buffista Movies 3: Panned and Scanned" Jul 19, 2004 12:13:55 pm PDT

Hec in Natter regarding an unusual wedding gift:

We got two little coaster sized things of the highly unfortunately named "rimming salt."

Nutty and ita on fashion don'ts:

Nutty: If you are wearing tiger-print stacked heels, and you have spider-toes that run over the front edge of your shoes, you may not have french-tipped pedicured toes

ita: You're really patient. I'd have offed this person way before noticing their nailpolish.

Allyson in Natter contemplating her next career move, so to speak.

I am not cut out for physicist wrangling. Not at all. Last shred of patience just flew out the window. Physicist to follow, soon.

Physicist to follow, soon.

So that's why Allyson wants me to visit!

But it wouldn't work. I'm not really a physicist, only a physics student. t /natter

Deena, bride of Christ, in Bitches:

Kara story and then I have to get back to work. Money's tight (like this is a surprise) and we've been going through diapers at an astounding rate. I had just changed Kara and noticed that there were fewer diapers than ought to be in the drawer, and no money till Friday, payday, so I asked Greg if he knew of any that had wandered (which happens often, since the babies can reach the drawer they're stored in) since I couldn't find any extras anywhere. He looked around and found another day's worth, and I said, "Oh, thank you, Jesus!" (a common exclamation of my childhood, specifically my mother's whenever someone wasn't dead or the disaster hadn't happened) when I saw them.

Kara ran to her daddy, wrapped her arms around his legs and looked up at him adoringly as she enthused, "Oh, yes, thank you Jesus!"

Greg looked at me helplessly and said, "Uh, you wanna field this one?" Only I couldn't; I was laughing too hard.

BT on the newest/oldest slimming craze:

Dieting secrets of the risen dead!

Hieroglyphic evidence that liposuction predated Christ! "We already had this technique for removing the brain through the nose, and one day we were looking at these unsightly saddlebags on the body of Pharoah's third-favourite concubine and we thought, 'Well, why not?' Next thing we know, our 'I Can't Believe It's Not Brains' slimming technique is the talk of Luxor and the dead are just battering down our doors. I mean that literally, by the way."