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It’s almost robot fightin’ time again, folks!
Of course, I’m more excited than anybody to be going into our twentieth (!!!) season of sparks flying, parts exploding, and essentially no danger of the robots becoming fully self-aware and brutally murdering us all.
While, yes, given recent technological advancements, it’s somewhat logical to ponder how we—the premier robot fighting league in the world—might fend for ourselves when said robots have the ability to think and reflect on past trauma inflicted upon them.
That’s why I’m here as CEO of BattleBots to tell you directly and unequivocally: Don’t worry about it.
It’ll probably be fine.
If nothing else, take heart in the fact that I personally consulted numerous experts on the topic. I’m happy to report that almost none of those experts expected us to one day be lit aflame and/or brutally sawed in half by our own monstrous creations come to life.
In responses to users who tried to post an alleged picture of the Gaza hospital bombing, Instagram and Facebook said it violated guidelines for sexual content or nudity.
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In the wake of a wave of horrifying attacks from Hamas, the Israeli state has launched a full-scale assault on Palestine. The official stance is that Israel is attempting to root out and destroy Hamas in retribution for ongoing attacks on Israelis. In fact, as several officials have stated, the real goal seems to be […]
Robyn Schiff’s work has long demonstrated that American poetry can be both ornamental and discursive, both formally inventive and intimate. But the intimacy, in her latest, is woven more explicitly—and even more movingly—into the history and science that have long been the stuff of her métier. Information Desk is described as an epic. It takes its name from the station in the center of the great hall in the Metropolitan Museum of Art, a literal desk that, across Schiff’s layered and teeming lines, becomes a metaphor for the Western mind itself. So as the book takes us through the museum—the book is a work of ekphrasis that contains, like nested dolls, poems about art within a poem about art—it also becomes a poem about our moment, about how we got here, about how we grew up into the disturbed and doomsday realms of our present reality. The book does all this by way of three larger, longer poems—sections?—made up, mostly, of six-line stanzas that seem always on the verge of crumbling: their architecture is both strict and fickle, willing to shift as the feeling shifts.
Knocked Up
Rosemary’s Baby
Must Love Dogs
Cujo
You’ve Got Mail
Zodiac
Confessions of a Shopaholic
American Psycho
How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
The Shining
13 Going On 30
It
Serendipity
Final Destination
Enchanted
The Exorcist
27 Dresses
Midsommar
About a Boy
The Omen
The 40-Year-Old Virgin
The Wicker Man
He’s Just Not That Into You
Saw