I Got Nothing, Nuclear Plant In The Garage edition.

That’s it, I’m going to bed. Reality has defeated me.


More details here. It was either a false alarm or they’re now doing a veil-out, and I’m so tired right now I can’t decide which it was. I mean, that was exactly the story I’d write if I was trying to cover up somebody building a ‘quantum physics generator’ in his garage. And I can’t tell if that’s a blinding insight on my part, or a week of bad sleep catching up to me.

Either way: good night.

Moe Lane

5 thoughts on “I Got Nothing, Nuclear Plant In The Garage edition.”

  1. I’m reminded of something I heard on Dr. Demento: Mr. Wizard and Timmy

    (female announcer) Hello boys and girls, and future scientists! It’s time once again for – Mr. Wizard! And his little friend – Timmy!

    (Timmy) Hello Mr. Wizard!

    (Mr. Wizard) Well, hello Timmy. Today Timmy, we’re gonna take an old spatula, an inner tube and some macaroni noodles to make a nuclear reactor.

    (Timmy) ‘k Mr. Wizard! Aren’t nuclear reactors dangerous?

    (Mr. Wizard) No, Timmy! But old spatulas are! They can poke your little eyes out. So I’ll have to ask you to wear these goggles.

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