My leadhand loved inflicting his world class death farts on his coworkers. The first we'd know, while sitting at the table during breaks or meals, is when we'd notice his silent shaking from surpressed laughter and seconds later the agony began. Horrible and lingering, they were his trademark. One winter morning, while waiting for his bus, he innocently let one rip just prior to boarding. He got on the crowded bus, made his way to the middle, and because of the heat, HE UNZIPPED HIS PARKA! Though, ordinarily, he never would hurt innocent bystanders, he'd not taken the containing properties of his knee lenght parka into account. He took great pleasure in describing the progress, as his foul miasma silently radiated outward, of pinched faces, surpressed gags and questioning, accusing looks. I've never seen him laugh as hard.

You didn't notice, because at that time you were looking at cutting edge, state of the art CGI. Rapid, relatively speaking, advances in computers, programming and technology means amazing becomes quaint in years, not decades or generations. There's an interesting article called, "The Ultimate History of CGI in Film", that really highlights the rate of rapid advance in CGI.

I'm reading more of a desperate, silent plea directed at the photographer. Either way, he's certainly made an impression on her...mostly in her right boob.

And yet it is consistently ranked extremely high in all sorts of comparisons such as quality of life, transparency, freedom, democracy, safety, education, economic stability, standard of living, openness to immigration, human rights and many other metrics. It is considered one of the best countries in the world, by the world. So yeah, it's not perfect, it can certainly improve, but there aren't any places that can't and most have got a ways to go to just catch up, including our unfortunate neighbours. Sorry if I don't share your easy pessimistic dismissal of this country, which is much, much more than just a beautiful landscape.

"Come into my parlour", said the spideer to the deerfly.

The bravest of ants...those who carry magnifying glasses.

Christ's day job was as a carpenter, so there's your sawdust connection. Still better than if he was a stable hand, I guess.

Your lack of a spoiler warning has flat out ruined it for me. All my hopes for a pleasant diversion absolutely deflated, though its also my fault for reading to the bottom of the tread.

Clever. That earned an upvolt.

$4 million!?!? Wait until those suckers find out that picture is available on every PC built in the last 20 years...FOR FREE!

Perhaps, but the lack of a revolving door indicates she's still a lady.