A warship, Corporal Daniels ruminated, should look like a ship of war. It should be huge, blocky, and intimidating, boldly marked with the colors of its nation. It should be a thing of stark beauty formed in armor plate and fusion engine alike. A warship should menace with plasma cannons and missile banks. It should, in simple terms, tell the enemy that here was a half-megaton mass of "Fuck You" here to kick your xenomorphic ass back to the stars. A warship should have a name that spoke of power, like Enterprise , or one that spoke of battles long past, like Iwo Jima or Valley Forge.
It should not look like a giant orchid in space, and it sh
The young man raised his drumsticks above his head and struck them together to the sound of glorious anticipation, then drove them down upon the cherry-red drums with their clear plastic heads to the rhythm of the falling rain. The thin batons of white wood crashed out the thunder and the lightning upon cymbals made of brass, while his feet drove the bass drum to the rhythm of the world's heartbeat.
The young man behind the microphone reached out into the unseen past, and his hand, wrapped around the black plastic hilt of his weapon, seemed to wrap around the hand of the weathered-faced aboriginal shaman from ten millennia ago. His voice cal
It's stuck in my nose, and I can't get it out.
I don't know how it got there, and honestly, I don't care. I just want the damn thing out of my fucking nose right now. I don't like that it's stuck up there. It tickles and it makes me sneeze a lot. And every time I sneeze, I look into the tissue and hope that, maybe, this time, I managed to sneeze the stupid thing out of my goddamn nose so it'll get the hell out of my goddamn head, but every time, all I see is snot and maybe the occasional goddamn bloody booger. It's so goddamn annoying it makes me want to scream. You get it?
Take it out? Well, it didn't like it when I tried to pull it out wi