“Dr. Phil– when did this fat #@&* become the conscience of America?”
— Bill Mahr
Real Time, May 10, 2005.
(NOTE. The expletive above is alliterative with “fat” and “Phil”.)
Here come the last few pages— wherein we see what Hob does for a living… and whether it was safe to leave his “Small Men” alone at home. But then, have you ever tried to get into an interdimensional day care center on a moment’s notice? Of course not, it’s just a conversational fiction. Like wondering “whether it was safe” is really a set up for a conflict that’s screaming right around the corner.
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Okay. What is egg candling? It’s the method whereby egg producers tell whether they have salable eggs, or whether a chick has sprouted in there. Just hold it up to a bright light.
That’s it. Industrial science brightens our future.
Our only encounter with real-life egg candling was when a man came into Chris’ old place of work with a device the size and shape of Dustbuster, only bright light projected out of one end, and it had the most righteous 1950s case and chrome styling!! We are NOT kidding! (Google does not have a pic of this model, but does have these shots.) It was aquamarine, and had some of the most amazing curves– like some weapon out of Flash Gordon— entirely unnecessary touches to a utilitarian device.
If it weren’t for the competition in consumer electronics, our lives would be surrounded by the dullest of metal squares. Either that, or case modders would have enough work to open chain stores across the country. Or Japan would just own us now. Or both.
Anyway. That Mr. Hob, he’s an egg-candlin’ fool. Enjoy.
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Sigh. There they go again.
“Technically, you would only need one time traveler convention.” And Yet… there have been several attempts to meet time travelers, and the first thing they can think up is: Throw ’em a party! Let them know we care.
People, this is how you want to spend your time. Fooling around, but being popular enough to have superpowered beings show up at your little shindig.
From CºNTINUUM (pg. 212):
Invite Me To Dance
This is an easy one to see through, but poignant: Some levellers hope that by invitation, they can meet spanners. Various schemes, like holding parties for time travellers (or space aliens), putting ads in the paper, and writing secret messages where ‘someone will be sure to find it’ have all been tried, and are no more or less effective than sitting at home, wishing silently for a chance to meet a spanner.Alas, like social invitations of all types, being invited to a party works the other way around.
Or, as we’ve said elsewhere: You can throw a party for Tom Cruise, but that doesn’t mean he’ll show.
RSVPs end at midnight tonight. So by the time you read this, you won’t be able to go anyhow. Unless… y’know:
“PLEASE DO NOT RSVP IF YOU WILL BE TRAVELING BACKWARDS IN TIME FROM THE FUTURE TO ATTEND.”
By the way, we’re not going. But if you’re there, and you see our junior selves? Tell them to call us. It’s very very important.
Everything’s all about Star Wars these days…
“It’s in our interests to find those who would do us harm, and get them out of harm’s way.”
— G.W. Bush
press conference, 28 April 2005, 8:48 PM
“Crowing about your buddy Bush winning is like bragging that you snagged the window seat on the Shuttle Columbia.”
— themeaningoflifeisnot
Fark.com, 28 April 2005 9:16 PM
[The above + Grand Moff Bush ‘shop:]
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