I think what might be happening is the ship is passing through the obfuscation and confusion field that aliens erected around our solar system to contain us or manage us. Why not compare the data expected with the data received and develop a conversion table to apply to other observations of the sky beyond? We might see that we're actually in a bottle in a big lab somewhere. Or it could just be something wrong with the old computer. I remember how, near the end of my Osborne 1's life sometimes the screen would flash random garbage characters, or all the WordStar files on a floppy disk would list as there but suddenly have nothing in them, yet it could still play Snake, and then not even that, like the final decline of T.S. Garp.
Diet Coke and diet Pepsi and diet root beer (any brand) are horrible, with a weird chemical aftertaste. But Safeway Select Diet Grapefruit Soda, right out of the fridge and poured slowly into a mason jar full of ice on a hot day, is the best. My favorite. Health food store soda pop with organic sugar or, worse, /honey/, is pretty bad. You gag just thinking about it. I get enough sugar in my regular food, including chocolate covered raisins and the occasional praline pecan treat. I think of sugar free soda pop, if it's a kind you like, as healthy, delightful water. I do know a guy who can drink like five or ten diet drinks in an afternoon, and that's not right. But the dose makes the poison, and one or two isn't enough to hurt you. There were some kinds of sugar soda pop I liked many years ago that they don't make any more. I wish I could try them now that I'm old and see if I still feel the same way. There was something called Orelia that was orange-like but tart and came in a lightbulb-shaped bottle, and there was an actual celery-flavored sweet soda pop called Cel-Ray. Pepsi or Dr Pepper in crushed ice is pretty good. Sometimes when I'm driving a long way at night in summer, when I stop for gas, I'll go in and make an experiment of all the different kinds of soda they have, just everything in one cup of ice. I used to do that when I worked in restaurants. The convenience store in Cloverdale (CA) has at least twelve different kinds, including diet or caffeine-free versions of flavors I've seen nowhere else. I eat pretty healthily, mostly, and it's all my favorite food. Spaghetti and vegetables and a meatball or two. Chicken hotdogs. Big green salad every day. Mashed potatoes with extra butter and milk and frozen peas. Ramen with half a red onion cut up in it. Cayenne pepper and garlic in everything. These glorious delicacies are still cheap. We might as well enjoy them while we can. After the big smash we'll be lucky to find an intact can of beans or a half-used bottle of vitamin pills in a collapsed house at the edge of the blight.
This would be good for all sports, not just basketball. And they should try them with the actual sports, where everyone playing wears one, and the referees, and everyone in the audience, and the talking heads calling the event.
It makes me wince. It looks like it hurts. I want them to put something soft on the points that contact the ground. Just some neoprene or a sponge or even just a little felt. Something to soften the shock.
Something like this idea was used in an episode of Stargate Atlantis. Rodney McKay's tumor is a living alien creature that shrinks when exposed to the mysterious magnetic radiation of an ancient building, but it reestablishes its size and debilitating influence instantly when you go out the door. Doctor Keller (Jewel Staite) uses a power drill to make a way for the creature to pull loose all its tentacles and escape Rodney's skull, whereupon Ronon (Jason Momoa) blasts it on the floor with his ray gun. Seen another way, this might be a good point to bring up with people who imagine that microwatt radio waves cause cancer, which they don't. "They don't," you could say, "They cure it. Here, look." Also, I wonder what it feels like to have the magnetic hat on and working. Are there actual moving parts in it, like three massage vibrators, or is it entirely motionless and silent? Did the man say what it's like?
Oh, yeah? Well, /my/ company's little box will turn any peanut butter or sardines-and-crackers you have lying around into a perfect juicy hot pastrami sandwich with mozzarella and pickled jalapenos, the best one you ever had! And it works with your headphones too. It does it by /cooking/. Imagine cold ordinary old food, and then imagine fresh, much better food turbocharged by /cooking/, a process used worldwide by award-winning chefs. This revolutionary device is half the size of your old funky toaster, a quarter the size of your clunky, smelly microwave oven, and it enhances your pets, too. You can plug anything into it; lots of different shape holes to plug things in and out. Also every surface is a touch surface, not just the top. You can touch it and make a wish. It even supports amorous gestures. My gosh, you can /lick it/. With your tongue part.
Her nose thing is cocked to one side. That's even more distracting than having a metal thing shoved through your nose in the first place. It's her body and she can mutilate it any way she wants to; it's none of my business. I'm gonna go take a walk now in my warm funny hat with cute bear ears on it that's not pinned to my flesh with safety pins.
Or it could just be something wrong with the old computer. I remember how, near the end of my Osborne 1's life sometimes the screen would flash random garbage characters, or all the WordStar files on a floppy disk would list as there but suddenly have nothing in them, yet it could still play Snake, and then not even that, like the final decline of T.S. Garp.
Health food store soda pop with organic sugar or, worse, /honey/, is pretty bad. You gag just thinking about it.
I get enough sugar in my regular food, including chocolate covered raisins and the occasional praline pecan treat. I think of sugar free soda pop, if it's a kind you like, as healthy, delightful water. I do know a guy who can drink like five or ten diet drinks in an afternoon, and that's not right. But the dose makes the poison, and one or two isn't enough to hurt you.
There were some kinds of sugar soda pop I liked many years ago that they don't make any more. I wish I could try them now that I'm old and see if I still feel the same way. There was something called Orelia that was orange-like but tart and came in a lightbulb-shaped bottle, and there was an actual celery-flavored sweet soda pop called Cel-Ray. Pepsi or Dr Pepper in crushed ice is pretty good. Sometimes when I'm driving a long way at night in summer, when I stop for gas, I'll go in and make an experiment of all the different kinds of soda they have, just everything in one cup of ice. I used to do that when I worked in restaurants. The convenience store in Cloverdale (CA) has at least twelve different kinds, including diet or caffeine-free versions of flavors I've seen nowhere else.
I eat pretty healthily, mostly, and it's all my favorite food. Spaghetti and vegetables and a meatball or two. Chicken hotdogs. Big green salad every day. Mashed potatoes with extra butter and milk and frozen peas. Ramen with half a red onion cut up in it. Cayenne pepper and garlic in everything. These glorious delicacies are still cheap. We might as well enjoy them while we can. After the big smash we'll be lucky to find an intact can of beans or a half-used bottle of vitamin pills in a collapsed house at the edge of the blight.
Seen another way, this might be a good point to bring up with people who imagine that microwatt radio waves cause cancer, which they don't. "They don't," you could say, "They cure it. Here, look."
Also, I wonder what it feels like to have the magnetic hat on and working. Are there actual moving parts in it, like three massage vibrators, or is it entirely motionless and silent? Did the man say what it's like?