AT-AT Day Afternoon
“When I was a kid, there are two things I wanted badly and never got…A real dog and a Kenner AT-AT Walker.”
I think it’s the Jabba that makes this.
(via Cute Overload)
“When I was a kid, there are two things I wanted badly and never got…A real dog and a Kenner AT-AT Walker.”
I think it’s the Jabba that makes this.
(via Cute Overload)
Over at Wondermark, David Malki got to thinking about all those movie couples who, it’s assumed, stay together after the credits roll. They’ve grown old together, raising kids and puttering happily around somewhere in suburbia. What must they look like now?
I present the following as aids to your imagination, helping you to picture the lives of these fictional characters extended out ten, twenty, thirty years until the strange story of their first, accidental meeting is family legend retold every Thanksgiving to the grandchildren: “You know I used to fly Tomcats in the Navy — well, one day, Grandma waltzed into my classroom at Miramar, and I about flipped my lid. I told her about a MiG I’d seen recently, and she tried to freeze me out. And then I played volleyball for a while with Uncle Iceman.”
Some of them are…arresting.
If you think the Cantina is bad, you should see the Mos Eisley Martini and Tapas Bistro next door. Total douchefest.
– badbanana
Back off, or I’ll use this butterfly to start a chain reaction leading to a terrifying alternate future.
– talks_in_maths
I now have 365,000 followers, and so can finally sacrifice 1000 souls a day to scabby Elder Space Gods for a year.
– warrenellis
Kevin Costner’s oil cleaning machine harnesses the awesome sucking power from his acting career.
– thedayhascome
It’s really hard to read Neuromancer now, given how badly it rips off The Matrix.
– Sargent
“Are monsters real, daddy?” “Like on TV?” “Yeah.” “Totally. George Bush, Dick Cheney, Tony Hayward… all real. Now, go to sleep, dear.”
– iamnotdiddy
Due to unavoidable out-of-townedness, there will be no new posts this week. Instead, please to enjoy a selection of random links.
Due to unavoidable out-of-townedness, there will be no new posts this week. Instead, please to enjoy a selection of random links.
Due to unavoidable out-of-townedness, there will be no new posts this week. Instead, please to enjoy a selection of random links.
Due to unavoidable out-of-townedness, there will be no new posts this week. Instead, please to enjoy a selection of random links.
Due to unavoidable out-of-townedness, there will be no new posts this week. Instead, please to enjoy a selection of random links.
Shadowboy’s kindergarten class is making individual “time capsules” for their end-of-year project: A Pringles can filled with current ephemera that each child is supposed to open when they graduate high school. It’s been interesting to think about what things might be like a mere 12 years in the future: Not only what we might have forgotten about, but also what our current selves might be surprised by in the next 12 years. Which, y’know, are the type of questions that are kind of the heart of science fiction.
Incidentally, 12 years in the past:
If you were building your own time capsule to be opened in 2022, what would you put in it? And what events and discoveries do you predict for the next 12 years?
(Answers below the fold)