Google photos is alarmingly good at object and individual recognition. It'll probably be used by the droid war killbots to distinguish "robot" from "human with bucket on head."

And then you had to walk back home!

waving a copy of the Constitution lightly over their rulings

Here's something I don't understand about these county-devouring parking lots: why are they all one level? Is it more than twice as expensive to build and maintain even a two-level parking structure and save half the footprint?

Tbilisi or not Tbilisi, that is the question.

That's arguably one of the greatest values of scifi, to get people to ask what might happen in a world where plausible technological or cultural changes take place, or what we could learn about our own world from such possibilities.

I've got a kid, and I can confirm that I haven't had more than a handful of decent nights' sleep since she was born. I kept on waiting for my circadian rhythm to adjust to match the kid's but... nope.

It's not profitable to pay someone to drive a truck out to the most remote rural mailboxes in America, but we do it because if we didn't then someone could die for lack of their lifesaving medications getting delivered. FedEx sure as shit wouldn't run that route without it being prohibitively expensive for the resident.

If I recall correctly, not all papers would give Sunday comics their full space, so Watterson had to write his Sunday comics in such a way that the first two panels could be removed and the comic would still make sense. This was just one of the many ways that he got sick of getting screwed over by newspaper syndicates, and led to his retirement. That said, it also shows what a genius he is, because while the first two panels add to the strip, they aren't essential, and the rest of the strip is still funny without them. If newspaper comics had a Mount Rushmore, Watterson would be on it.

Nixon walked so that Reagan could run so that Dubya could do cartwheels so that Trump could shit himself all over the racecourse.

completely different animals, figuratively speaking (and sometimes, literally,

What does that make us?