Unsympathetic magic, anyone?
As to your last sentence — please, no. I can’t even remember what I had for dinner yesterday. (Pogo: “But I’m innocent!” Sarcophagus McAbre: “Innocent of what?”)
Well, just try putting the family dog in the laundry…
This is fiction, remember?
I think I saw it too, but it turned out to be the Batplane.
What is that sighting hotspot region in the northerly part of South Asia? Uttarakhand? Khyber Pakhtunkhwa? (We know about the sightings in Abbottabad, though — they left a helicopter behind.
Where can I get them? I don’t want to cheat on a bike race; I just want to get to the library without having a heart attack.
The times when kids delivered newspapers by bicycle weren’t simple, and not particularly noble. There were just different sorts of complexity and different brands of ugliness than we have now. (McCarthyism anyone? Lynchings? Poll taxes? A main course of Great Cultural Revolution? A side order of HUAC, and tanks in the streets of Budapest?). And everyone looked back toward the simpler, nobler times before. But a good many kids were probably in better shape than they are today.
Yes. Teletubbies. (mwahahahahahaha…)