Definitely 1.21. And I always hear the voice when I read it. Weird.
-Joe
Aliens are monitoring my video game progress to evaluate me for possible military recruitment.
There ARE no alien military recruiters working this way. Or at least, they haven’t needed anyone for the past 30 years. I present as evidence my hands, with arthritis and repetitive stress injuries from gaming.
Rock and roll may not be brain surgery, but that don’t mean a brain surgeon can’t play rock and roll.
khaaaaaaaan!
No matter where you go, there you are.
If someone asks you if you’re a god, you say YES!
One thing I didn’t learn - what’s the watermelon for?
Damn you! I wanted to say that!
I did learn, of course that revenge is a dish that is best served cold. And it is very cold . . . in space.
Don’t try to go into the 8th dimension with just a rocket chair. Use a whole rocket truck.
Never trust a monkey or a robot. They’ll always turn on you eventually.
Never feed adorable fuzzy-wuzzy creatures bought from a inscrutable old Chinese man after midnight!
•The world has long abandoned the silly notion that ultrapowerful computers of the future will be mysterious “black boxes” and oversized collections of relays and reels. Heavens no—they’ll obviously look and operate just like the home computers of today; we have surely reached the pinnacle of user interfaces, industrial styling, and usually storage media.
•Lightning is basically still magic, sent down from the heavens in a time of need like Prometheus smuggling fire from Olympus.
•The hippies are gone, sweety—it’s OK to use guns again.
•Supercars rule. I mean really, they’re just awesome.
And no-one can hear you scream.
- Slingshot around the sun
People with mullets will most likely survive.
Space travel involves a lot of brightly colored computer screens.
In the future, some women have three breasts.
- Phone booth.
Shy guys will get hot chicks after their home computer becomes self aware.
Security robots will kill everybody when a lightening strikes the power transformer causing a surge in the central computer. Usually this happens during a night when teens are making out at the location.
Always behead the creature completely the second it’s down, because it’s not dead. Incinerate the whole body or one cell will allow the creature to regenerate or somebody to clone it.
Once something is dead you can never sleep, because it will now attack you in your dreams. Whatever happens in your dream will manifest to your body.
It’s not Han’s Fault the warp drive is offline.
Likewise, Tauntauns smell pretty bad, inside and out.
Do not fuck with robot prostitutes.
Mind wipes don’t work very well.
Virtual Reality is dangerous, pretty much magic, and yet it still looks shit.
Do not piss off Kurt Russell.