Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
Last weekend, a big snow storm. This morning: a thunderstorm in February.
That maniacal supervillian has obviously cranked up his weather modification machine. Someone save us! Tom Ridge, where are you?!
I’ve been waking up around 5 or 6am here in California — it’s not really because of the time change, I’ve always woken up that early. Back home, I’d lay around in bed and waste time reading [more...]
I can only assume that the cosmos knows best: every time my urge to call B — just to hear his voice — gets too much to bear, I pick up the phone… only to discover that whichever phone I happen to be [more...]
Today I read another article about the Raelians, the strange bunch who claim to have cloned a child and they’ll prove it – but not by a DNA test, and not right now. Later. They promise.Anyway, they also [more...]
