Today, I'm sad that I'm not at Comic-Con eating a $5,000 dinner with Joss Whedon. I've drowned my sorrows by reading news stories on the internets. So actually, today is kind of like yesterday in that respect. Oh, and the day before. And a couple ones before that....
Wait, studying mountains that explode is dangerous?
Wired Magazine has published a list of the most dangerous science-related jobs. Volcanologists and hurricane hunters are ranked, as are grad students for some weird reason. Here's my beef: how come hurricane hunters get mentioned but not tornado hunters, who not only risk being killed but also risk being identified with Bill Paxton? And by the way, I always thought it was vulcanologist, not volcanologist. Did they change it? Too much Star Trek confusion? If so, can we officially take a moment to be sad about the society humankind has created?
Two parts Tang, one part Captain Morgan
I swear I'll stop talking about astronauts soon, but I couldn't pass up the latest tale of NASA allowing its space men and women to fly drunk. I don't understand all the hubbub. I'm sure they sobered up by the time they had to steer. And what's the big deal anyway? It's an orbit. Turn right and hold her steady. Jeez.
Why bother taking the ears off again at this point?
You've probably already seen the stories about Leonard Nimoy and Zachary Quinto from Heroes sharing the role of Spock in J.J. Abrams' new Star Trek production. What you probably didn't know is that they're going to be playing Spock as Siamese twins, just like that awesome Farrelly brothers movie a few years back with Matt Damon and Greg Kinnear as two siblings who were simply inseparable! Also, there were hijinks. Of course, Abrams was boozing it up with Sally Ride when he told me this, so take it with a grain of salt.
Just like being there...only with words and no goodie bags
Speaking of Comic-Con, which I whined about a few paragraphs ago, USA Today's Pop Candy blog is providing some nice "as it happens" posts as well as Twitter updates. She's got some interesting details on Lost, a series return I'm looking forward to enormously.
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The good news about booze swilling astronauts, as I've heard in the news the last few months, is that they've mastered the use of adult diapers so the pesky bathroom breaks won't distract them from their scientific, orbital duties. Or tequila shots.
Ha, that's great. I think they should start putting bars in space soon anyway. Imagine how great Tom Cruise's Cocktail moves would have been in zero gravity.
Wouldn't that just be "Pluto Nash" then? With a bad Beach Boys song?
Of course, Cocktail featured Elisabeth Shue, so that's good. And even better if Nic Cage went into space to drink himself to death with her, while Tom flipped bottles and fought off Xenu (while Katie sat vacantly on the couch, making small talk with Posh).
Leaving Pluto Nash's Cocktails. Without Pants.
I smell blockbuster!
I think you're gonna have to pitch that one to the studios. I smell blockbuster -- and Golden Globe!
"Why would Faith kill a person who studies Vulcans?"
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