Hitchhiking The Galaxy

You gotta keep the flaws. Crappy effects. Real puppets. That's what makes it so good, you know?" - Linus, Fanboys 2009

All daleks must die.

—Rusty, Into The Dalek

Don’t be lasagna.

—The Doctor, Into The Dalek

cracked:

In the 1970s, there were no dispensaries in California, much less legal recreational shops. There was, however, a man named Brian O’Dea.
7 Adventures I Had as the World’s Biggest Pot Smuggler

#7. Sometimes the Biggest Dangers Aren’t Cartels or Cops
Let me tell you about the time we made the stupid fucking decision to transport 16,000 pounds of weed via DC-6. The goal was to get our weed from Colombia, load it into this gigantic plane, and fly it back to the states, where it would turn — as if by magic — into $4 or $5 million. Back in the 1970s, that was basically all the money, anywhere, ever. I bought the plane with two dudes from Chicago, but none of us could fly the damn thing. So we found a young man who had 2,000 hours of professional experience with a two-engine plane. Ours was a four-engine, and he said, “Oh, it’s no different. I read the book.” Not knowing fuck-all about planes, I assumed that made sense. After all, how could four engines be less reliable than two? (The answer is, there are twice as many chances for something to go cock-eyed.)

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cracked:

In the 1970s, there were no dispensaries in California, much less legal recreational shops. There was, however, a man named Brian O’Dea.

7 Adventures I Had as the World’s Biggest Pot Smuggler

#7. Sometimes the Biggest Dangers Aren’t Cartels or Cops

Let me tell you about the time we made the stupid fucking decision to transport 16,000 pounds of weed via DC-6. The goal was to get our weed from Colombia, load it into this gigantic plane, and fly it back to the states, where it would turn — as if by magic — into $4 or $5 million. Back in the 1970s, that was basically all the money, anywhere, ever. I bought the plane with two dudes from Chicago, but none of us could fly the damn thing. So we found a young man who had 2,000 hours of professional experience with a two-engine plane. Ours was a four-engine, and he said, “Oh, it’s no different. I read the book.” Not knowing fuck-all about planes, I assumed that made sense. After all, how could four engines be less reliable than two? (The answer is, there are twice as many chances for something to go cock-eyed.)

Read More