Q: What happens when you put Stanley Tucci, Alfre Woodard, and Hillary Swank in a really crappy 50s-esque sci-fi movie?
A: Roger Ebert has a field day with it. I’m guessing that the Ebert piece is more entertaining than the movie, but that’s just me. (Thanks, Deana.)
I’m goin’ to Space Academy!
Details to follow.
BTW, Mars is getting more and more exciting. I’d love to think of that as an adventure trip for my 50th birthday.
“O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!”
– Robbie Burns
Others aren’t seeing us particularly favorably right now.
(Thanks to Deana for the link.)
The Times (of London) writes: “Scientists from the Ruhr University in Germany and the University of California in Los Angeles have discovered a ́chemical noseî, named hOR17-4, on sperm cells that allows them to sense high concentrations of a sperm- attracting substance called bourgeonal, which researchers believe works as a chemical road sign to mark the location of an egg.”
Cool stuff. UPI has a good story about it.
This conversation about Iraq is much wittier than any I’ve had, but it sounds very familiar.
And yes, I’m stealing outright from Wil Wheaton’s weblog.