Mmmmm. Quails' eggs.

Well they're not really mystery monoliths. Someone put them there.

I don't think that's a third leg.

Mr Blue Sky (ELO) and Sir Duke (Stevie Wonder.)

15117, and ignore the rotating disk. Every second dial seems to run backwards, so it might actually be some sort of time machine.

I use another brand (Resmed) and pulled my old one apart to see what's inside. They are well engineered - and they need to be, as they run 7-8 hours, every night. They also have quite a bit of soundproofing surounding the pump. Mine had spray expanding foam and the spongy seat padding type, but this is all outside the airflow. I suppose they could use foam inside the air tubes for further sound damping, but it seems a bit dumb as if any breaks off it will go straight up your nose.

They're delish. Like chewing a rubber band covered in garlic butter.

I thought pansexual was with, like, pans. I will have to rethink my life. And my kitchen.

Why would you want to wear shoes that look like Granny knitted them?

Gerald Ratner (UK high street jeweller) did a pretty good job, calling his own products "crap" and almost destroying the company. He's on Wikipedia.

If there are aliens walking among us, she is my bet. Lord Globulon, probably.

I couldn't get past cmdlets. I want to pronounce it "cummuddlets", but I think it is supposed to be "commandlets" and I wonder who has the time to be saying that every time.