The ending of V for Vendetta always makes me cry.
- The big winner of these past elections: Marijuana.
- What on Earth are those mysterious stone circles (see what I did there?) recently discovered in the Middle East?
- What if dark matter were actually a vast electric field? –Hmm, kinda sounds like Thunderbolts of the Gods to me!
- Cracking the neutrino mass mystery.
- Green fireballs, Interstellar, a Space Odyssey & monoliths: It all comes together under Loren Coleman’s microscope.
- British MoD discovers 18 new UFO files.
- Lon Strickler believes Boyd Bushman and his Area 51 death-bed confession. Do you?
- In the spirit of bringing the Sci into SyFy –or whatever– Arthur C Clarke’s 3001 will be turned into a miniseries.
- The grandson of Jacques Cousteau wants to build an underwater city –or maybe he justs wants a cameo in the Aquaman movie.
- Why the Man of Steel keeps having cold showers at his Fortress of Solitude. Or you can skip the link and let Mallrats’ Brodie Bruce ‘splain it to ya.
- False psychic caught on camera.
- Pope Francis roots for the Vatican Exorcists –the best football team in my favorite parallel world.
- Samaritan radar: Noble service or ill-conceived intrusion?
- Philosophy of Health is a promising new podcast run by Mandy, a brilliant woman who explores the chronic illnesses affecting both her body and our own civilization. Go check it out!
- There’s Adventure Time, and then there’s Moving-On Time: Why the creator of the trippiest show on TV quit it in order to retain his sanity.
- Red Pill of the Day: This (GRAPHIC!) video of a South American lungfish removed from a man’s abdomen, is the closest thing to a real-life alien chest-burster scene.
Thanks to V & Nonno.
Quote of the Day:
“How calmly does the olive branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Some time while light obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever
And from thence
A second history will commence
A chronicle no longer gold
A bargaining with mist and mold
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth, and then
And intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth’s obscene corrupting love
And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Oh courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me?”
~Tennessee Williams, from The Night of the Iguana.