the first manned mission to Mars, scheduled for 2018

But it's not the seventh wonder of the world. That would be astroglide. Which can take you a lot better places than merely to Mars.

I hop onto slog and see 95!?! responses to some sophmoric whine about not getting her way with a metro driver. Pathetic town, pathetic concerns. Couldn't she have just used the awful tortuous 1/2 hour, oh the pain, to read a book or something? How this bitch is allowed to stay here is beyond me. Can't wait for the next puke she throws up for us.

BTW, I'm no techie, but Aerogel looks cool. Thanks for the link.

Oh, darn.

Never mind.

hmmmm, give me 30 minutes or so, I'll think it over while gathering blackberries in the alley.

Hydrophilic Aerogel is a terrific dessicant, so it would be theoretically possible to encase a person in a sufficient quantity to draw away nearly 100% of the body's liquid, leaving little more than a sere, withered "mummy".

Aerogel is also a highly effective sound insulator, so presumably someone could construct a room in which almost no sound could escape, thereby providing a perfect location for doing in a victim. Because of it's weight-to-density ratio, the room could easily be disassembled, thus effectively making the "scene of the crime" disappear.

I found my story, though, by way of Woody Allen's last one, 'Scoop' -yes, feel free to chastize me for name-dropping Allen. I do not support 'incest' related pedophilia-esque behavior at all. Not so much relying on Allen's story, but on key scenes that happen in a special room for rare musical instruments, I've fallen back on my tired oeuvre- music (the room in the movie however, does bear a resemblance to Comte's 2nd scenario).

So there's this concert, packed. The performer is a singer/songwriter, kind of an anti-star figure, confrontational brooding, invites insults - the raging pop tops of the indie-major scene, just about reaching his peak, and predicted by marketing experts to be last year's news very soon. Near the end of the show(arranged by his agent- hint*hint), he shoots frozen smoke from a specially designed firehose for containing the volatile substance. It covers the entire audience. The agent had told him the 'smoke' was perfectly safe, a new NASA development that only seemed solid but was actually very light and only shocking for a brief second. The crowd grows hot, hotter, Hugo Boss hot, until they start mauling for the exit. Fires ignite, people are trampled, the performer is trying to remain cool, and thusly starts to head backstage. Parts of the crowd see him and head for safety that way. In the process, the singer gets knocked upside a spare mic stand, unconsciously falling to the ground for the growing throngs to rattle over him too grossly like a dead and battered fish.

Meanwhile, the agent (lawyer) is already crossing the border into Mexico. Strangely enough, it was in Mexico City where the agent first discovered the singer doing impromtu 'performances' at a youth hostel. Later in the wee hours, as the scum sucks an unlit cigar and speeds toward a tequila sunrise, he notes a young hitchhiker on the side of the road. She is perhaps 12 yrs old, and upon stopping the car and unwinding the window, beautiful folk songs are heard being played on a homemade looking flute. He listens until she finishes, meets her eye-to-eye, and says in the familiar innocent voice that has been honed over the years, "Have you ever wanted to be in a movie?"

Ta Da

I want to know if it's light and strong enough that you could paint rubber on the surface of a cube of it, pump out the air, and get a lighter-than-air object without using helium or hydrogen...

Listen and read loud and clear.

Your paper sucks moose cock!

Moose cock, I tell you!

Oh, you're so witty and gay with those artsy feminist types at A-HA Theatre, and you're moved to tears by the latest one man show at ON the boards, but the truth is, writers like Claire Montgomery made you look up to THE BEVERLY BLAZE in qualilty.

And let's not forget Sabage sucking up to John Carlson about invading Irag in 2003.

HE ACTUALLY SUPPORTED THAT!!!

What a phoney, a fake, and a charlatan hanging out in a bubble that couldn't be further from the real world.

THE STRANGER sucks, and so do you!!!