|tf20050401.gif||Meanwhile back at the Blam...|
|2005-04-04||tf20050404.gif||Five is right out...|
|2005-04-06||tf20050406.gif||I'd like to give the world a Bomb,
And Keep It Company!
|2005-04-08||tf20050408.gif||That Others May Live|
|2005-04-11||tf20050411.gif||Weapons Of Mental Destruction|
|2005-04-13||tf20050413.gif||The number you have reached is not in service...|
A) 'I hate meeses to pieces!'
B) 'I'll make mincemeat out of that mouse!'
C) 'Sufferin' Succotash!'
|2005-04-18||tf20050418.gif||Hello, would you like to talk about our Lord?|
|2005-04-20||tf20050420a.gif||Some prefer to convert others at the point of a sword. I think humor should be tried more often. The Pun is mightier than the Sword.|
|tf20050420b.gif||Like all bats, Lt. West uses sonar to aim carefully at his targets. In this case he's using an octave of C pitched in the ultrasonics. When heard with the echos from the target it comes back in harmony. So, he is the Bat(tle) of the Choral C.|
|2005-04-22||tf20050422.gif||Oh, yes! Those!|
|2005-04-25||tf20050425.gif||Oh, yes! Those!|
|2005-04-27||tf20050427.gif||Some of you may die,
but that's a sacrifice
I'm prepared to make.
|2005-04-29||tf20050429.gif||John Walker Bomb Bay|