With hyper-cavitating torpedoes, of course...
Would any other sort of torpedo do?
I was spared having to google littoral by tommy's link, but no such luxury here...
I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services!
Willow ,'Showtime'
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
§ ita § - May 05, 2008 7:19:51 pm PDT #5049 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
tommyrot - May 05, 2008 7:19:53 pm PDT #5050 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
One theory I've read about says that in the future, any surface ship anywhere can be located by satellite and immediately targeted by long-range missile. According to that view, the only warships will be submarines.
With hyper-cavitating torpedoes
That's what she said.
tommyrot - May 05, 2008 7:26:55 pm PDT #5051 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I didn't know what "littoral" was until I read the article, but I knew what hyper-cavitating torpedoes were.
§ ita § - May 05, 2008 7:31:50 pm PDT #5052 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Roadrunner keeps crapping out on me! Last night it told me it couldn't find google, now it's being pissy about IMDB.com. The weird thing is that it's taking me to a roadrunner page to tell me about it.
God, I just wanted to read Loni Anderson's bio. I guess I'll see if wikipedia exists tonight.
javachik - May 05, 2008 7:46:05 pm PDT #5053 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Meara, your cabinets sound very HG Wells right now.
ita! I totally got excited when I was 11 and someone gave me Elizabeth Gaskell's book for my birthday. 'cause, you know, it's my last name and all. So I totally thought it was about me.
I didn't get too excited when I visited Cranford, NJ, though. Imagine that. Cranford, England is a bit more exciting, but not much.
Now I want hummus.
aurelia - May 05, 2008 8:48:07 pm PDT #5054 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Funky16 Corners is a blog/podcast of classic and rare soul 45s. Good stuff! Put some Soulville into your workday.
Fabulous!
Burrell - May 05, 2008 9:19:59 pm PDT #5055 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
What comes after bitter?
Curmudgeon?
Strega - May 05, 2008 10:38:40 pm PDT #5056 of 10001
Wow.
I totally just got conned. By a woman who first said she was a neighbor who'd been locked out and needed cash to pay the locksmith -- which I bought at first because I've been there. But then she came back with a series of increasingly unlikely "okay, here's the TRUTH" stories to get more dough out of me.
And I totally believe that she's in a bad place, but dude. The fact that I bought the first story does not mean I will buy ANY story. Because each new iteration is just establishing that you are a lying liar who lies.
I suppose I should call the cops, but given how this development is laid out, she'd be in the wind before they got anywhere close. And I seriously need to sleep. Full psycho-con-artist saga later.
Jesse - May 06, 2008 2:24:05 am PDT #5057 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ugh, Strega!
Go, bon bon! I keep meaning to go to that.
Yikes, Sophia, good luck.
brenda m - May 06, 2008 3:06:37 am PDT #5058 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
You know something? Cats can be real fuckers. Lucy caught a cat crossing the yard a little while ago. (Caught as in "Ah ha! A cat! I think I shall go crazy and bark at her," not actually caught.) So I have to go outside and calm her down and drag her away from the stairs and the cat is frozen in place...until I do get the dog off the ledge at which point the cat decides "you know what? I think I will lie down and relax right here where I can keep that dog in a state of maximum frenzy." Finally the dog had to come inside altogether. Smoooth, Mr. Kitteh. Very smooth.