Las Vegas real estate mogul Robert Bigelow spent $500 million to launch a new, privately owned space station. The space blimp’s occupants are:
1) photos of Bigelow employees.
2) insects.
Vegas scientists hypothesize that whatever happens to the bugs onboard, stays onboard.
It seems when the Russian president isn’t kissing boys’ stomachs, he is a master of zingers.
…there’s no reason to buy one now.
After consumers have held out patiently for new (and better) games, Microsoft presents the same old crap we hated in the 80s. Nobody played “Frogger” and thought, “Man, gaming can never be better than this.”
Consequently, this blog predicts a fast-paced pop punk cover of “Pac Man Fever.”
Ugh.
Strange cuisine they have in Italy.
Jackie Chan is no drunken master.
Pointless? Perhaps. Awesome as anything? Easily. Welcome to the closest event to a bird taking flight…..with a man!
Hmmm…I guess that eventual movie should be named “Man on an ornithopter!” instead.
Yes, the day is more than halfway over, buttttttttt….all today, July 11, 7-11 will be handing out unlimited shot-glass sized samples of slurpees. Don’t miss out, and oh thank heaven.
It took them 40 years to figure this out?
