Well, there’s this very old poem…

The Key to Time,
Operational only in Ribos,
Pi-rated by a Planet’s circumference,
Stoner’s Blood galore,
Taran’t the Droids we were looking for,
By the Power of Kroll… we have the power
Forged in the Armageddon Factory.

(It loses a bit in translation, I’m afraid…)

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Schroedinger's Cat: Wanted Dead And/Or Alive, Ladies Fit S, please

((sorry if this shows up twice - it didn't seem to go through the first time))

Wow. Nick directly got to the core of the matter, namely that it's a thing of trust, and he encoded it accordingly for his opponent by instantly picking (well, announcing to pick) the worst outcome and just directly asking Ibrahim to trust him. What a brilliant solution to the dilemma! Well, not a solution, but rather a nifty little "deciding aid" for his opponent. Nice to see a con turn out in a way that benefits both the conman and his "victim".

I wonder if Nick was familiar with game theory or if it just was the first solution that intuitively occurred to him. If it's the latter, that would really be remarkable, wouldn't it?

Recognized quite a few, but thought the Minecraft one was the original Populous.

I suspect I might be getting old :P

They are indeed quite hard to hear sometimes (in American as well as British English), and the vocabulary in the Fiendish section tends to throw some really unfair foreign words at you. Fusilli and focaccia, for instance, I could only deduce because they're the same (Italian, duh) words in German. Never heard them with an English accent before...

But it's hailing my superior spelling skills, so that's OK (;

Speaking as a non-native, I think the British English is a bit easier to understand.

Getting to know Mister Rogers
(Learned loads today. Thank you, Neatorama!)

I'd like When Worlds Collide, Ladies Fit S, please.

I don't care - it looks like a really great bookstore (:

And I never knew that the poster was never officially issued. The phrase always struck me as the epitome of British poise...

Very neat, thank you!

Oh look! That's Cousin It's decaying skeleton! I wondered where that went...

(I Survived The Large Hadron Collider, Women's Fit S)

Yes, the comparatively low edibility of clay might spoil the fun... But you don't have to use clay: you can roast some really great chicken (or fish) in a salt crust. Same priciple, comes off just as easily after baking and the little pieces won't bother - they're seasoning!

Found it - yay!

1. I'd like "Schroedinger's Cat: Wanted Dead and/or Alive", Color: Chocolate, Size: Ladies Fit M, please.

2. Aand, befitting the contest theme, I'm just in love with the AT-AT Super Deformed Plush!

It's what you standard garden-variety (sorry for that) shovel will look like if you use it to fend off The Sharktopus.

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I Survived The Large Hadron Collider, Ladies Fit M

The original German article can be found here: http://www.tagesspiegel.de/berlin/hanfplantage-bei-84-jaehriger-entdeckt-frau-nutzte-pflanzen-als-kaninchenfutter/4323860.html

It also says that if the THC ratio is lower than the one constituted by German regulations, she can keep the plants. (Of course they'll grow back.) You are actually allowed grow hemp agriculturally in Germany, as long as the THC ratio isn't too high.

And the way they just grew wild on that old lady's vacant lot makes the police believe that it couldn't have been a commercial plantation. I guess they just grew sporadically around the place, perfectly out in the open, and they weren't, say, irrigated.

Hmmm, I've always wondered if the more potent versions of the stuff might work agaist migraine... Bet those rabbits don't get headaches that often :P

It's an emergency straw reserve. Guarantees a quiet night even after your donkey complained that his bed's not soft enough. Open up, reach in, bolster up donkey's bed, sleep well!

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@Alex

You're welcome :)

@Max

Incidentally, yes, really. I didn't complain, I just stated a fact. If you go through the country by InterCity trains on a regular basis, it is indeed a very unusual thing to see a train coming in on time a few stations down. We celebrate every time my partner comes in on time - and believe me, we haven't celebrated very often. Complaining, however, won't help. You get used to it. (Many Germans complain nevertheless, though.)

So my point is: if the train is already late, or if any other train is regularly late, why make such a fuss in case of a real emergency? And having a two-year-old alone is indeed enough of an emergency that I would gladly stop a train to avert it. Two minutes, for heaven's sake. Where have we got to if a train full of people doesn't have two minutes to spare in order to reunite a mother with her child? What's more important? The timetable? Gimme a break.

You might like to know that this has caused quite an uproar here. The German press are all over this.

You see, the Deutsche Bahn corporation has had quite some trouble during the winter, and even without snow, trains tend to be _not_ on time more often than they are. Which makes the refusal to stop the train a quite hypocritical affair.

At least they phoned the train conductor who found the girl and took care of her while the police raced the mother to the next possible rendezvous point, seven (!) stations further. The corporation has issued an official excuse to the mother.

So there, German efficiency at its best. (/sarcasm)

Alas, I'd also have thought that it was for untangling wool or flax. But since both have already been brought up, my guess would be an instrument for religious penance, as shown here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4q6eaLn2mY

(Of course, this one would only be used for really bad crimes, like... throwing cows or killing the bride's father on a wedding or illegal possession of a Holy Handgrenade of Antioch.)

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I Survived The Large Hadron Collider, Girls Fit S, please