My dog Igloo and I launch into space from the front pasture at my parents' house. It's nighttime, and the sky is a dark blue with the lights of the Milky Way dotted across the expanse. Actually, it's less of a launch and more of a jump. After we pass the atmosphere, I can't tell how much progress we're making because there's barely a breeze. It's black around us scattered with distant stars, but I still see the glow of the Earth creeping up from behind us.
I look at Igloo and pet his head. I look down at the Earth—round and innocent—and it's slowly drifting away. I notice a red string tied to my ankle and his ankle that go all the way back down to somewhere on the surface of our planet. I look up toward Mars, far in the distance, and then back to Iggy. He rolls over so I can rub his belly while we travel.
I wake up.
FoodNetwork's "Chopped" is looking for contestants from New Mexico.
On the other hand, some people shouldn't even enter the kitchen for their own safety.
Sandia Peak owners want to ruin the serenity of the Sandias with a goddamn rollercoaster.
Here is the lapel camera video from when the recent Amber Alert ended with the discovery of 9-month-old Ariana.
Boko Haram has proved itself to be even more evil by increasing their number of child suicide bombers 10 fold.
Governor McCrory now wants to protect employee rights but still doesn't see the problem with his anti-LGBT bill.
The island of 20,000 graves is not Stephen King's newest novel.
Two Russian warplanes simulated an attack on a US guided missile ship.
Pictures of animals help improve your mood, so here ya go.
I'm at my school playground. The playground is huge, the play structures look like skyscrapers. I'm the only one there, and I'm driving around in a car. It's a toy car. I'm driving through the streets really fast. I'm on a mission, though I don't know what for. The ground is rumbling and a giant dog steps out from behind a structure. I recognize it: It's my dog, Sasha.
In real life, she's a tiny miniature pinscher, but now she's truly a giant towering over these immense buildings. I swerve into a side street hoping she didn't see me. She did, though, and she's chasing after me. Each step she takes my car bounces off the road. Eventually I crash near the tallest structure.
I crawl out of the wreckage and decide it's time to face her. I climb up to to top of the tallest complex and prepare myself for battle. I have no weapons. The wind is howling, almost blowing my tiny body off but I stand strong. She throws her head down to eat me.
I wake up.
#1 reason not to perform animal testing: lab rats are jerks.
Further proof that animals are only pretending to be cute.
A rare albino turtle hatched in Australia.
Migrant students are better than your lazy American kid.
Hell yes, women can beat you at chess.
Thinking about death makes you more punitive, religious and conservative.
Fatal insomnia is a thing.
So The Guest has a killer soundtrack. Who knew?