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The Bewitched marathon that was interrupted should resume.
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I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
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If not, it sounds like you're hell's doorman.
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In a genre that requires weight and sober rhythm, this speech is beyond effective—it is positively anaphortastic.
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Because when the stranded astronauts went hypoxic -- i.e. the percentage of oxygen dropped below the percentage that's required to sustain normal metabolism -- they'd start to feel euphoric and begin hallucinating. Eventually they'd pass out, but before then, they'd be ranting deliriously. It was thought that this was not a good last impression to give of tragic heroes sacrificing for their countries. Ergo, the policy was that as soon as it was medically determined that they weren't coherent, Mission Control would stop communicating with them.
09/28/09
They weren't supplied with suicide pills?
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At the point at which Mission Control would have "turned off the radio", the stranded astronauts would, basically, be deliriously high from the lack of oxygen. They wouldn't really be able to use the communications setup with any semblence of effectiveness. And if they did, it would be ranting, incoherent gibberish. It wouldn't be cruel at all to "turn off the radio" at that point -- it would just just the reality of the situation.
Nobody wanted the last words of some brave martyr astronauts to be "I'm fucking the daisy! Mandrake money moon on the shoehorn! Fucking the daisy!" or something like that. Because that's what you'd be getting.
09/30/09
But your ""I'm fucking the daisy! Mandrake money moon on the shoehorn! Fucking the daisy!" made me snort with laughter. For that, I thank you.
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Fate has ordained that the brave man and woman who followed me into a lawsuit against Gawker will have to pay court costs and then rest in peace.
McSteamy and wife know that there is no hope for recovery of damages.
This brave couple has laid down their legal lives in mankind's most noble goal: to make risque videos of themselves with another naked woman.
Prior to this statement: Get haircut and manicure. Wear the Armani suit.
09/28/09
I'm starting to think Brigadier General Michael Collins might have been on the moon already and Aldrin and Armstrong brought him back as a living alien souvenir.
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As a person who has designed liturgies, and as a person married to a clergywoman, I know it can be very hard to write a liturgy for an occasion that you've never thought of before. To my knowledge, you can't look in any liturgy book for any major denomination and find "A Liturgy for Those Stranded on the Moon." While it may seem like a pompous move to tell a minister what to say, directing someone to give a liturgy based on the common liturgy for those buried at sea would be a very helpful starting point for a clergy person who otherwise has no starting point.
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Why restart the old acrimonies?
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