Emojis for managers and coaches only. Those frowns are indicative, hey?

Shift to hexadecimal notation. Then the 255th player is #FF aka Flying Fockhead. Appropriate, hey? And somebody gets to be #4F, or #BC, or anything humorous. 8-)

We live in a remote mountainous area with few nearby services. Nearest EV charging station is maybe thirty miles away. The regional power utility goes dark here in storms anyway. No EV is in our immediate future, thank you. Easy fix: Stock up; stay home.

They'll only pee on the relics at Stonehenge and elsewhere. No, send-em to Cuba for some nice warm times. Confessio: Me mate's family are Scots Irish, and persnickety.

Meanwhile, I recall an Irish-American guy saying he was 14 years old before he learned that FuckingEnglish wasn't one word. 8-)

To which scientists will you assign this task? Geologists? Nuclear physicists? Xerophytic botanists? Asking for a fiend. 8-)

Can material objects be techno-magically shrunk-down in size? Possibly. Would living organisms survive the shrinking process? Try it and report back, hey? 8-)

We will need paid subscriptions to thought-transference sevices. Every stray thought and daydream could be billed. Stop thinking and save money, hey?

Fancy watches will be the 'underground' versions, for miscreants who dare not allow being tracked via an implanted commo device.

Join PETAL, People for the Ethical Treatment of Artificial Lifeforms. Robo-clerks will answer your call at 1-800-LUV-ROBOT in USA. Do not be concerned about speaking clearly -- our operators already know what you want, what you need, what you deserve, et al. Enjoy!

Electricity: Zap people and animals to death.
Mechanics: Crush people and critters to death.
Chemistry: Poison people and critters to death.
Mind-control: Scare people and animals to death.
Media: Bore people to death. Beware animals.
Politics: Bludgeon people to death. Run faster.

Thinking unsanctioned stuff is a severe offense. Think nice, now. Or else. 8-(

Grandma told me that Dad was such a weird kid, she thought he must be Martian. Does that make me a Martian-American? Should I report for naturalization?

Pastafarian: How far can you throw pasta? Wet or dry? Blessed or cursed first?

Didn't Musk send a Tesla toward Mars? It's an electric teakettle, right? If it orbits, it meets your criteria.

Meanwhile, anything is 'possible' if we tweak the variables. Can I hand-slingshot a pebble into Terrestrial orbit if wind conditions are right and gravity twerks? Sure. 8-)

Just what I meant to add here -- you beat me to it!

I'm reminded of a truism: "If an elderly, well-respected scientist says something is possible, they are likely correct. If they say something is not possible, they are likely wrong."

But 'likely' doesn't mean 'positively' or 'absolutely'. Old wankers are right sometimes.

To any Martian or Neptunian resident, we grubby Terrestrials are an alien species. Earthlings have sent objects to inspect and infest their planets without receiving permission. Why trust us?

Prudent non-humans on other Solar-orbiting bodies ('planets' etc) would mask themselves from outside surveillance. Who knows what horrors lurk in space? We naive Terrestrials have yet to reach a sufficient level of paranoia.

Do unknown (to Earthlings) worlds in Solar orbits exist? Are they insignificant, or masked? Could any known planet(oid)s harbor technological societies hostile to Earthlings? Are the Ionians out to get us?

Excuse me for skepticism. Continued human existence supports my view. YMMV.

Scientologists Smartologists, arise! You have nothing to lose but your pasta!

I skipped the article and considered what circumstance would shock most: the fellow is caught nursing from his a) mature daughter; 2) sister; 3) cousin; 4) mother; 5) grandma; 6) aunt; 7) fat uncle. Or from 8) an unrelated hireling. Human, not just a milk goat.

If Murkans have a right to arm bears, why not arm cattle, too? Killer cows!

'Photographer' was one of my US Army jobs. I could sometimes be seen with a rifle-stock-mounted camera sporting a big, long telephoto lens. I'm somewhat surprised I wasn't shot for carrying a bazooka around the base.

Sounds like a super-salesperson made a good presentation.

Hey, I wrote that without even using the word 'bribery'. 8-)

Darts just didn't make the grade, then? Sad.

Sounds like the pilot for a series on the LIFETIME channel. With estranged lovers who reconnect, sharing an O-Positive blood cocktail, no doubt. 8-)

Perhaps, like most of my brothers-in-law, he consumes too much Faux Newz. Sad.

Give that hombre a jalapeño suppository and see how little the heat matters.