Another point for MelodySheep

Okay, I love this stuff, but the secret of the stars is NOT turning energy into mass - it's turning mass into energy!  Every photon of light leaves the star a bit lighter...

Vulcan is NOT a moon!

http://www.seti.org/name-the-moons-of-pluto

Okay, maybe it seems cool to name a rock in orbit around the recently demoted dwarf planet Pluto after the homeworld of Spock.  I say "No way! Save that name for a real planet, man!"

"Logic dictates that the probability of Vulcan being a moon is 1.203 percent, Captain!" Or, how about, "Damn it, Jim, I'm a planet not a moon!"

Tastes like...

.. Chicken!

I am often made fun of for my love of chicken. But it's versatile, cheap, and dee-lish! 

Lately I've been pondering the deeper significance and philosophical underpinnings of my joy in eating fowl.  It's really all about our mammalian victory over the dinosaurs.  When that meteor hit central america 65 million years ago, it wiped out the dinosaurs (well, they survive as modern day chickens) and enabled our small, furry ancestors to claw their way to the top of the food chain.  So when I lick my lips at the sight of a whole fryer roasting away in my oven, I am indulging in the revenge fantasy of countless little furry mammalian fore bearers crushed beneath those giant cold-blooded dinosaurs millions of years ago.  I say to mammalian brothers, "Revenge is not always best served cold, but tasty when deep fried as well!"