Ripley canonically had a daughter named Amanda who died while Ripley was in stasis between Alien and Aliens. Amanda Ripley is the player character in Alien: Isolation.
Ripley canonically had a daughter named Amanda who died while Ripley was in stasis between Alien and Aliens. Amanda Ripley is the player character in Alien: Isolation.
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“What one programmer can do in one month, two programmers can do in two months.”
“What one programmer can do in one month, two programmers can do in two months.”
There’s also the classic “no three positive integers a, b, and c to satisfy a**n + b**n = c**n for values of n greater than 2“ trick but my proof is too large to fit in this comment.
If all of the digits summed recursively reduce to a 9, then the number is divisible by 9 and also by 3.
If the difference between the sums of alternating sets digits in a number is divisible by 11, then the number itself is divisible by 11.
That’s all I can remember, but yay for math right?
This was basically the plot of Stephen King’s Sleepwalkers.
Don’t forget to yell out “Free Bird” you clever bastards.
I always liked to mic check with “pop-, pop-, popsicle, ice-, ice-, icicle, test-, test-, testing 1-2-3…”
It truly is the forgotten pandemic.
Correct, the source of the fever was never specified, all we know is that the only prescription was more cowbell. This was a real concern for the CDC and the WHO at the time, but the fever appeared to subside on May 21, 1976, when the song “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” was released by the Blue Oyster Cult, potentially saving millions of lives.
This one’s even faster, in fact.
But forget that, let’s talk about these Nano Cats.
They could just play music to fill the time.
You appear to follow the Vulcan philosophy of IDIC: I Debunk Idiotic Claims.
Yeah, basically. You get the same flavour but in a powdered form. Imagine opening a bag of chips and getting a soggy mess of liquid vinegar. It would be chaos. Its probably cheaper too, but I don’t know shit about chip manufacturing.
He’s a poet, he’s a picker
He’s a prophet, he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction,
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home.
The Pilgrim, Chapter 33
I’d like a counter of how many people have quit after not knowing where to go when you had to kneel in that one specific place for that specific amount of time to have a tornado come and take you whatever place it was.