EpeeGnome

Professors don't always teach in their actual area of expertise. I had a German language professor whose PhD was in Philosophy and activity published in that field, in English, German and French journals. It does seem like an odd combination, but probably not a lot of students signing up for a class in usability of buttons, even from the fields you would expect to study them .

The owner shut down his McDonald's for the afternoon for this. Trump declined to wash his hands, dropped a batch of fries, and "served" a few "customers" through the drive through window. So yeah, basically a photo shoot.

Well, TIL. Thanks for the correction.

Yes, figs are visited by wasps in the region figs are native to, ~~but only in the same way that flowers are visited by bees.~~ This picture is very much not what that would look like. This is, I'm certain, literally just a wasp nest.

Edit: I stand corrected, fig wasps are born and typically die in their figs. Fortunately, that still looks nothing like this picture because they are super tiny.

Those scenes are just there to establish that he's capable, intelligent and talented in the ways the agency needs, so it's plausible they would recruit him. Never-mind that they also establish the way he looks at the world and approaches problems which is then forgotten immediately.

Yeah, I'm sure it's some sort of expensive hobby he's addicted to, and perpetual project motorcycle would be my first guess.

You're thinking of Scandinavian regional delicacies and certain seasonal special dishes, none of which I've ever had the misfortune of smelling, and serving those to prisoners does sound pretty inhumane. All Scandinavian food outside of those that I've tried or heard of tasted or sounded delicious.

Yeah, a little of column A, a little from column B.

That is interesting. I imagined it more like an abstract physics problem than an actual scene. My ball was about 6 inches diameter, made of a nonspecific hard but not very dense material similar to, but not necessarily solid plastic, of no specific color. It was in the center of a table roughly 3 x 6 feet in surface at normal sitting table height, and was also of no specific color or material. The person was just the vague notion of a person applying a push slightly off from across the short axis of the table. The ball bounced slightly on the generic idea of a floor as it rolled away. My mind quickly supplied the additional details when requested, but not until then. (Yellow ball, wood table, etc). If I'd been asked in a way that didn't feel like a physics problem, but instead asked me to imagine a scene, I would already have had many of those details in my mental view.

My sister works in real estate, and she was asked by a Realtor she works with what the law was on disclosure for a house the seller said was haunted. In most US states, it's legally required to disclose any material fact about known issues with the property, though how it's worded and what that includes varies from state to state. She had to look it up, and in North Carolina, haunted is not a required disclosure, though it is in some states. I joked that haunting should count as an "immaterial" fact.

She was laughing about the whole thing until she went by the house herself to make sure everything was ready for the photographer. She heard a noise in the basement and checked. There was an old black man dusting the shelves. She mentioned she wasn't expecting anyone to be there. He was very polite and explained that he took care of the house, and not to worry, he'd stay out of the way. She went upstairs to let in the photographer. When she went back in the basement there was no sign of the man, even though the only way out was past her. She looked around the whole house for him before she locked up but he was gone. She asked the seller about it, who casually explained that that was just old Terrence, who had taken care of the property for her grandmother, and had died many years ago. Since then, he just sort of appeared around the house occasionally, "tidying up." (I'm writing this from memory, so some details are probably wrong, especially the name, but it's the gist of story as she told it.)

They did not mention any of this to the buyer, and don't know if they ever experienced anything as they never contacted them about it.

WW2 started several years after America ended the Prohibition, and the ice cream barge was commissioned in its later years as the war in the Pacific dragged on. Still, I don't think the navy was providing alcohol rations, so I imagine it was quite the party atmosphere when the ice cream barge showed up.

The whole point of making a costly sequel is it can’t be a total disaster. If nothing else, “Joker: Folie à Deux” proved that is not the case.

Well, if studios can accept that sequels and remakes actually aren't immune from being flops, maybe they will be more open to considering new ideas? I won't get my hopes up, but it's a nice thought.