Many years ago when we finally sunset out first generation servers, we took them out to a gun range and let the support department have the first shots.

You could take a stab at figuring out what happened to Amalia Earhart, who DB Cooper was, or why Big Foot doesn’t eat at Burger King (but loves Dairy Queen). The big questions of our time.

Years ago I used to sign up for free samples of things (found on a freebees sub) using the name Freema Balczak, because then I’d know if one of them sold my info… but mostly for shits and giggles.

If Tim Russ is back for the sequel and they put his character in Vulcan ears, I’ll be able to die happy.

This reminded my of one of my favorite gags from Scrubs

Stop to appreciate that George Kirk managed that Selleckian masterpiece while the Federation had a ban on genetic engineering.

In 1975 Barry Manilow wrote the songs that made the whole world sing, the songs of love and special things.

I used to stare at that screensaver for so long as a teenager. And I wasn’t stoned.

What is the night before a due date for if not starting the project?

Anybody got a sexy mnemonic that includes subphylum, subclass, superorder, suborder, etc? Or, more to the point, what taxonomic system gets us to the orgy the fastest?

I want to introduce Node 4-7 to Ned the nanite from MST3k. He doesn’t go to the john without a service order.

Once upon a time there were two types of Dairy Queens. Some were just ice cream, but the ones called “Dairy Queen Braizer” sold hot food too. Eventually they all sold hot food.

Let’s be real, those helmets were designed to frame George Kirk’s glorious mustache.

Spicy food never had an effect on my stomach until one day in my late 30’s. Now there’s a fuzzy threshold where I’m OK, but there’s a limit. A whole serving of my favorite bulgogi is always too much.

I forgot the video for that song is all just clips from 9 1/2 Weeks with random shots of Joe Cocker shoved in to kill the mood. So we should all be reminded of that important aphorism, “it’s all fun and games until some wall street broker pours honey in your vagina.”

It just exists. It’s not its fault it distorts spacetime around it until it becomes one of those coin donation funnels at the mall.

Not names, just adjectives.

They’re even the right colors for my 6.5lb spotted lady and 14lb orange torpedo

It was a joke. I feel like we’re all living Brazil 2.

Holy crap! I just got used to thinking that its been over a year since the blackout… but that shocking realization was a year ago now. Thanks, everyone!