Guy on the radio this morning said there were fears the Russkies might get ahold of some of the parts. He didn't actually say Russkies, but you could tell he would've if he wasn't on the radio.
Zombies.
This is how Day of the Triffids started...
Oh, I'm sure there's mothing to worry ab...
*thunk*
Hydrazine, a colorless liquid with an ammonia-like odor, is a toxic chemical and can cause harm to anyone who contacts it.
Umm -- dumb question -- wouldn't rocket fuel, like, burn on re-entry?
I've been told that you've been bold
With Winkin', Blinkin', and Nod.
I'm not worried. However, I am already possessed of a prodigious hunger for brains.
They are the only things that numb the pain of being dead. Also, delicious with brandy butter.
This all made me think of that old show, Northern Exposure, where one character's boyfriend is killed by a falling satellite.
I used to love Northern Exposure.
I mean *guffaw* there was a *snort* moose walking down the street in the opening credits!
*head falls off*
I never got past the opening credits...
Every time I tried to watch it I was hit by a toxic satellite. Thus, brains.
BRAINS.
If it hits the Pentagon, I might actually take up religion.
Take that, Major League Baseball association!
There's talk that it is actually Saddam's WMD.
It could be a satellite of Love. Bom...bom...bom...sat-e-lite of Love. Sat...eh...liiite..of..Love.
Just a thought.
I wonder if poor sucker in the third world is going to wind up dying because of our trash. Hopefully, they will be tracking it and be able to retrieve it before damage is done.
Actually, he, that would be teh awesomeness if the thing would hit the Pentagon White House.
fixed that for you
*begins chanting
"If it hits the Pentagon, I might actually take up religion."
What, Islamic Fundamentalism? Oh, wait, it was MOSSAD that fired that thing into the Pentagon. Silly me.
At least IT has a career.
Yes. It's destined to be a real shooting star with that company, as long as it doesn't burn up too soon or fall out of the boss' orbit.
*snort*
*guffaw*
I slay me.
I blame gravity.
Y'know, this is just the latest in a long list of my issues with that Gravty fucker.
Down with Gravity!
I was gonna say that.
Agreed. Gravity sucks.
I'm with BlueHorse and he on this one. It would make my century if it hit either one.
It would also be ok if it fell on my office building. In the middle of the night when nobody's here, of course.
Yeah, fuck that gravy.
I know if there's a zombie attack I'll be one of the first to go. I'm a wuss, and I don't want to end up like Will Smith in I Am Legend. Screw that.
If I die, I'll put quiddy in charge. Just so you know.
Big mistake, there, tracicle. I just heard him scrambling down his secret lab, holding a big glass jar labeled 'A. B. Normal' filled with some greyish stuff.
We'll all be okay, as long as the falling satellite isn't unwittingly captured on tape by a young couple gallivanting around Coney Island...
And hi, Quid, did I mention how INCREDIBLY AWESOME it was to hang out with you in London last fall?
Here's what I don't get: a 4,000 pound satellite crashing back to Earth with toxic fuel in a tank designed to survive re-entry is somehow worse than 8 gazillion fragments of said satellite crashing back to Earth with its toxic fuel tank blown wide open by a missile?
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It is always a joy to meet a Canadian, for I am one of those who believe that the folly of a monarch and the blundering of a minister in far-gone years will not prevent our children from being some day citizens of the same world-wide country under a flag which shall be a quartering of the Maple Leaf with the Stars and Stripes.
PentagonWhite House. fixed that for you *begins chanting