Duke had to retract one of those cancer studies, it was on "60 Minutes".
Not that many baked goods actually have Splenda. They're still mostly the sugar alcohols like maltitol and such. And very few sodas are Splenda-sweetened, they're still aspertame. The only major soda that has it is Diet Coke With Splenda, which isn't available in 2 L bottles or at fountains.
Well, ladies, don't drink 20-30 liters of soda a day, then. Simple!
Helen, don't approve the drive-by trolls, please.
They should get a real kitty and shave pieces of fur off. Or get a hairless one and stick fur on.
I'm just saying, "Saul's Death" is a gateway drug to SF poetry, wherein you can then find new writers and the ladies. Ya gotta ease 'em in. ;)
Joe Haldeman.
(see my post above)
Not new, but still good.
Joe Haldeman's sestina "Saul's Death" is both the best sestina and the best sci-fi poem EVAR.
It's a tough form to work in, and he creates the entire life story of two guys and a world in a few pages.
He won a Rhysling.
He also has a number of other good poems, and they all make sense on first reading.
He (and this poem) should always be mentioned first in any SF poetry list.
TL;DR --
Came for Haldeman, left disappointed.
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Eh, I'm so old I remember when her father was a big star.
Serkis can't do it all. I hope he starts teaching mo-cap classes to other actors. Anything with good mo-cap the past several years has been him: LOTR, Planet of the Apes, Tintin.
Someday we'll time travel and it will all work out.
Larry Niven's "All the Myriad Ways" (from the late 60's, I think) covers this idea, and has a holy-crap kinda ending. It's a short story.
The best president in recent memory (even if fictional, dammit) was Pres. Bartlet of "The West Wing", who was a prize-winning economist. He also had good science advisors.
If I give up my right to a youngling (say, to cletor's friend), can I be excused from the dancing?
The graphics for "That's no moon, it's a space station" actually, literally made me LOL.
I love that. Also the coasters where they strap you in so you're underneath.
I spent 1990-1992 there... we must have just missed each other. I loved the virtual pizza machine.
These are guaran-damn-teed good, folks. Evil Tortie's Dad still has the 2010 Dharma card I gave him.
I gave my mom a Yoda as a thank you for doing most of my wedding planning. She loved that little guy. He sat on her spice rack. Mom also liked Dr. McCoy.
We have to stick together.
