I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a friggin' beer!

Anya ,'Storyteller'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


tommyrot - May 27, 2010 12:05:20 pm PDT #2031 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Production of the Crown Victoria will end in 2011.

Does that mean production of the Grand Marquis and Town Car will end then too?

(A few years ago Ford said they were gonna cancel the Town Car, but they changed their minds.)


tommyrot - May 27, 2010 12:06:10 pm PDT #2032 of 30001
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 of the local towns has Dodge Charger police cars in good old black and white and they look positively bad-ass.

Yeah, I agree. Evanston has had them as cop cars for a few years now.


Polter-Cow - May 27, 2010 12:08:57 pm PDT #2033 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Shirtless Kirk cologne. Uh, huh? Srsly?

Set Phasers to Stunning!


Gudanov - May 27, 2010 12:09:09 pm PDT #2034 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping

I've the Charger police cars before, but in other colors and it's just not same .


Gudanov - May 27, 2010 12:12:27 pm PDT #2035 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping

Does that mean production of the Grand Marquis and Town Car will end then too?

I would think so, but I don't know. If they are going to keep putting out cars on that platform, I can't imagine they wouldn't keep making police interceptors.


tommyrot - May 27, 2010 12:15:30 pm PDT #2036 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

ION, Robot Wars: The 6 scariest unmanned aerial vehicles

This one is the newest and hasn't flown yet:

X47B
Behold the future of aerial drones — this one could be the scariest of them all. It's designed to be launched either from land or catapult-launched from ships, and could be refueled in midair, letting it fly indefinitely. This stealthy 19-foot-long aircraft will have the smarts to carry out its own missions, and the looks to carry 4500 pounds of bombs, missiles, and surveillance gear. There's even talk of loading it up with lasers and microwave weapons. Look out, everyone, because this is the flying killer robot of your nightmares.


Gudanov - May 27, 2010 12:20:51 pm PDT #2037 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping

It seems like the days of piloted close support missions are coming to an end.


tommyrot - May 27, 2010 12:23:18 pm PDT #2038 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

It seems like the days of piloted close support missions are coming to an end.

Yeah, at least for dangerous missions where there's strong anti-aircraft defenses.


msbelle - May 27, 2010 12:26:51 pm PDT #2039 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Wow, catching up was a little terrifying. I think tommy may need some time away from google.


Kat - May 27, 2010 12:55:18 pm PDT #2040 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

HA. Tommyrot = googlefu.

I am back from the DMV where I had a super pleasant DMV worker (who made a special March of Dimes donation card for Grace! With red hearts!) and it took less than hour for TWO transactions AND I was able to get my license renewed early because I already had an appointment.

And in other flowing with bureaucracy news, I have an appointment with social security tomorrow and I got a letter today from Medi-cal saying I needed to go to Social Security and sign her up for Medicare. This, my friends, is serendipity!

(AND we bought another new car seat. Please do not ask how many car seats we have purchased because I lost count around 6, but the one in K's car had a giant slab of sytrofoam fall off that Noah picked up, asking, "What's this?")