Jim Rosato was recently married, to a Greek nurse. Rosato was half Irish and half Italian, and there was a pool on at the 1st as to which of the two would arrive at work wearing the other's skin as a hat within the year.

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?

If contemporary literary fiction doesn't read a bit like science fiction then it's probably not all that contemporary, is it

The single simplest reason why human space flight is necessary is this, stated as plainly as possible: keeping all your breeding pairs in one place is a retarded way to run a species.

What? I bring joy to the world. I am filled with mirth and sunlight. Also, I am Batman.