No one reports on the perpetual motion machines that power the cities inside our Hollow Earth.
I don't know the answer to that. They both came back while we were on layovers, on the ground.
The "Grim Reaper of Airlines?" Glad to see Gawker continues to embrace hyperbole and hump it like a puppy. The numbers are totally misleading:
1) In reality, hardly any other airlines accept animals. So of course Delta is going to have the leading rate of deaths. And though I can't do the math, the buried mortality stat - .2% of animals flown - indicates the huge numbers of animals Delta carries
2) Animals in cargo holds are at risk on any airline. Delta has a huge number of restrictions to ensure pet safety. For example, if a plane is expected to sit on a tarmac in weather above 80%, animals aren't accepted.
I'm not a fan of Delta for other reasons. But having flown a cat across country, I can say through personal experience that they do a pretty damned good job. On both occasions, the different captains came back during layovers to tell me they were personally checking on my cat.
That justification cuts both ways, though. The Belgrano sailors were professionals, as well.
In the end, it's a stupid fucking conflict over inconsequential rocks with no natural resources except sheep.
And also to sink the Sheffield. At the time, I couldn't help but think of how many families on either side would be hammered by an utterly senseless war. For freaking sheep farms.
Like clockwork, when the Argentine peso hits the shitter, the BA leadership starts barking about national pride and Las Malvinas. And it's all fun and games until you lose a few thousand soldiers and sailors on either side.
Even with our own morbid sense of humor, we would never pull a stunt like that.
And yet everything else about the place seems straight out of the William Castle playbook.
Why not start with Royal Family before dogs?
Agreed. Form should follow function.
And then finding the right subway line for maximum market penetration.
...when they use most heavily and subsequently die, it's usually in their most private places.
Oh, Elvis. Once again I have to think about you on the can.
Your medium is seminal in making your point.
This can only lead to more Segways.
And I don't care what Mad Men has convinced you of, you are not artists.
Presumably, you haven't watched the show that closely, or you'd know it argues quite the opposite. But arguably, any successful art is advertising (whether its Michelangelo's work on behalf of the Catholic Church, or Lissitsky on behalf of the Russian proletariat).
And the art directors come from art school, and the writers often have degrees in English, journlism or - gads - Advertising. It's a collective guilt.
Oh, I thought you said "cuttle."
For the love of god please don't ever show Pete Doherty's manatee thorax ever again. It could be blurred and used in the next Paranormal Activities movie.
Maybe they coaxed him with mace?
oh, fuck. Bootsy, wherever you are, take cover.
Well, fuck yeah. Donna Summer is a national treasure.
