Useless Facts

So could we get an LGBT Jedi with six very narrow-beamed lightsabers bundled into one for a rainbow effect?

Asking for a friend.

 

EDIT: OH MY GOD IT WORKED!

 

Coincidentally enough, someone bought me this shirt in an attempt to bribe me into participating in Toronto Pride. I have yet to wear it.

 

I love the heck out of it.

 

Today (November 12th) is Pizza With The Works Except Anchovies Day.

 

It's cold out. Send a solar flare, please.

 

Another wee Star Wars one: there is a story that when Ewan McGregor was filming lightsabre fights, the producers had to take him aside and remind him: "We'll do the sound effects."

 

Would it help if we pushed the earth a little closer to the fire?

 

Yes. Let's start work on the enormous rockets.

 

You can actually do it with a satellite and a huge shell to pull the earth. So one rocket full of
a really fast and efficient construction crew with a few trillion tons of steel.

 

Don't worry, the green zone is passing as we speak.

 

In Canada, there are now delivery services that will bring half-quarters (3.5 grams) of killer weed to your door for $4.

[Recreational marijuana will be legal to sell here in Michigan on December 1st. Only took a year after we voted for legalization. The blue-noses will have their way.]

 

Where now?

 

Hemlock?

 

How, exactly, is this fact useless?

 

Useless to those of us who don't live in Canada, unless they deliver across the bridge(s).

 

Delivery, trafficking....tomeyto tomahto.

 

Although military working dogs do have "playtime" with their handlers, they are never ever taught to play "fetch."

Spoiler

Saves misunderstandings when Daddy and his new friends are tossing hand grenades at each other.

 

The fact that this is a thing means that this is something that almost definitely happened in the past and it makes me sad.

 

That made me laugh. Then I thought about the poor grenade being mishandled and sadness slammed upon my emotional shore.

 

The fear of long words was given the term hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go cry in a corner.

 

The Darwinian Award worthy story of truck, dog, and stick of dynamite.

 

I hear that one had an explosive ending.

 

They went out with a bang.