Terrified, Pan handed the mug of ale Murine and asked, “What does he mean Samirah?” Samirah had been standing near the stairs the whole time, not saying a word. And so when Pan turned around for the ale he saw her and was comforted. “Pan,” said Samirah as she took hold of ...
If we’re talking about underused villains, though, the gold stars this week must surely go toSwarm and Azure. They’ve spent the entire run waxing lyrical about all the many ways they’re going to make playthings of the cosmos, and that rhetoric gets dialled up to 11 this week. They...
I think a lot of the established work does not cover this stuff; I expect much of it was done by technocrats who would not think to do so. Other side of the traffic light thing is technical. CS has distributed computing, and the EE/ME disciple Controls Engineering has distributed control...
rising around midnight to illuminate the darkest of times. This is the time of the fastest decrease in its physical size and so its energy is correspondingly dynamic when it comes to letting go and breaking down rather than the building up of the waxing Moon, but this isn’t to say you ...
what kind of hungry future will prevail? The promises of what is to come has more edge play than the breathless arrival of spring. As daffodils reliably burst onto the scene, their return becomes a reliable answer to the question: what do the living do?
"Also, if one of you has a waxing kit, your emperor could use some help with his happy trail." The Aftermath: Remember the end of Platoon when a wounded Tom Berenger dares Charlie Sheen to shoot him, and Charlie totally does? The scene in that movie is more realistic than what happene...
Later, long after the cheers had died down in Mission Control, George Low found a moment to step outside, filled with relief and satisfaction, and look up at the waxing crescent moon. He would later recall, “It looked different to me.”...
" And with that the good soul had really some ado in checking a rising sob. "Well," said the officer who had listened with amused interest to all this, and now waxing merry with his tipple; "Well, blessed are the peacemakers, especially the fighting peacemakers! And such are the ...
One minute he’s getting all teary-eyed and waxing poetic over the many brilliant changing colors of the ocean (“only on special days does the sea wear its most beautiful ultramarine dress”); the next, he’s taking perverse pleasure at the sunbathers yelping in alarm when a rogue ocean...
That’s right. Rather than realizing, “Holy shit, she really does love me, she was going to say yes this whole time, I’m such a lucky man,” Chedward is all, “You should have told me yes when I was bullying you into it yesterday.” Ah, romance. ...