2015 was an amazing year for scifi movies. The Martian, Fury Road, Force Awakens. And I hear Ex Machina is good too?
Tess Parks’s “Life Is But A Dream” sounds exactly like Mazzy Star.
Tolkien Society flea market / fundraiser, late 80s. I’m in my larper tunic and baggy-sleeved shirt. An old lady loudly asks her friend, “Was that a boy in a dress?”
Jack the Ripper was into one night stabs.
Signed off on Jr’s first ID. “You are the bows from which your children / as living arrows are sent forth.”
Deezer took a look at my druggy favourites, then played me “White Rabbit” and “Eight Miles High”.
Love this! My old department, the one where you could get your model T Ford any colour you liked as long as it was post-modernist, is advertising four PhD studentships. And they’re all in nat-sci collaborations…
Omg omg omg — huge international celebrity reviews my latest book, and opens with the words “This exquisite little book is an enticing and delightful presentation of investigations into the findspots of Bronze Age artefacts around Stockholm in eastern Sweden”!
Snooki: “Tonight is the night of the party. Get it all out, frickin’ do everything that you can, you know. Have sex with an old man, steal a plant, and then get arrested, and then do whatever.”
Bought a box of mixed cuts of high-end happy-cow veal, found an Eye of Round, Lat. semitendinosus, Sw. nötrulle. After reading up on it I soaked it in brine for three days, then boiled it for three hours. Lovely beefy sandwich meat.
Just carried two very small snoring refugees from my car into an overnight shelter.
Research into fusion reactors since the 50s hasn’t produced a machine that puts out more energy than goes in. But it’s advanced science’s understanding of plasma and how to contain it with magnetic fields enormously. A leaky plasma container is a thoroughly understood technology now, though pretty useless in a reactor. But in space, a leaky plasma container is basically a rocket engine for which you hardly need to bring any fuel. You just need electric power from solar panels or a small fission reactor to heat the plasma.
They’ve discovered twelve new elements since I was in high school. And they’ve named unnilhexium Seaborgium.
Jrette: “Moan boo, drunken dwarfs have turned my chair facing the wrong way!”
Unlike scientific results, academic fashions are socially constructed.
Danes! I salute you! Causa Sui is a bloody amazing band!
Getting drunk and sex-harassing women is sadly a common type of misbehaviour among men worldwide. But is there a custom in certain countries where you do this traditionally to celebrate New Year’s Eve?
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