Sentences with phrase «even about aliens»

But this is not a movie about people or even about aliens (we only get fleeting glimpses of the enemy).

Not exact matches

maybe we can learn about even more «stimulating» ideas from alien civilizations.

Or you have heard it presented like this: To be a Christian you must join the church — and then such insistence on sectarian peculiarities, or even such theories about the one true church, that finding the appeal utterly alien to your normal thinking, you have cried again, I can not.

Yep you are right, I moved down here in the state of Mississippi, north of Crystal Springs from Chicago when I was ten years old but still I visit once in a while, now it's twenty years and sad to not much has change, like the parts you said about non-whites discrimatory or rasicts at other non-whites, when I went to school here they treated me as a alien from another galaxy, they pick at my voice cause I didn't had that southern dialog, unlike them I said my words correctly, but not just me, they even hated at others who had better intelect I am not picking at them, It is what I went through all these years, Mississippi and mainly this small town of Crystal Springs see America in a crazy awful view, They don't like difference that even within they own race, ther not that politcal, when some one say God they got there vote, I don't to say much to waste your time, I still remember when I was ten years old I had a constanct back ground check on me to see were I really come from evn though I had the paper saying Chicago Illinois barely no jobs but a church on every street for a town barely under five Thousand, till this very day, they look at me like I am a alien, did you ever had that experiance down here damn my keybroad mess up,

Quite early in our history, the Jeffersonians opposed the Alien and Sedition Acts; and even the nativists of the last century were concerned primarily about Catholic immigration and access to the franchise.

The more distant planets and their squadrons of satellites remained as tantalising dots of light even with a telescope, allowing plenty of scope for imagination about conditions on those alien worlds.

It's better to say something about yourself, even if it's not perfect, rather than leaving people wondering if you got abducted by aliens half way through writing your profile.

It doesn't hurt that Blomkamp is about to setup shop over at Fox for Alien 5, a move like this could mean even more science fiction coming from Fox in the future.

There's some business about alternate dimensions (or, more precisely, alternate universes), some Alien - style body horror, bits of metal and flesh that take on lives of their own, even the occasional hint of time travel.

There are jokes about Aliens and Footloose, and even an Easter egg from the great Arrested Development, of which the Russos directed many episodes.

She's only outraged about the murdered Americans, failing to notice the foreign nationals and illegal aliens, including the service people who got up in the middle of the night and maybe even listened to WINS.

Yet even as he and his new comrades scramble to prepare for the alien onslaught, Zack can't help thinking of all the science - fiction books, TV shows, and movies he grew up reading and watching, and wonder: Doesn't something about this scenario seem a little too... familiar?

I can't even begin to guess that this title is about, but the alien / demon looking guy looks rather happy, hence the comedic vibe.

Earn enough money in your travels and you can even purchase whole new ships that will make the aliens think twice about trying to take you out.

After 400 years of continuous space travel in one direction, somehow the new system has fewer alien races, less biodiversity, and even more banal ancient alien tech strewn about each planet.

Then there are also some cool virtual reality activities strewn about the city, having Aiden shoot aliens, parkour through areas to collect coins, and even partake in digital trips that play out in the form of mini-games.

I could go on forever about the weapons: The Bullseye, an alien machine gun that tags opponents and immediately locks onto them (real helpful against those pesky leapers) the Auger, which sees and even shoots through walls, the Magnum with exploding rounds, a Rosemore Shotgun that lights enemies on fire, an electric gun, an ice gun, the list goes on.

«In the beginning we talked about having things in Modern Warfare 2 like outbreaks, viruses, chemical warfare, and even outlandish things such as aliens and the living dead,» says Jesse Stern.»

It's a simple title, even more so than Orisinal's similar UFO game The Truth Is Up There released nine years ago, but the grainy graphics, distant buildings, out of focus elements, and sound effects (e.g. cars driving by, turn signals) really capture the feel of those amateur videos you often see in documentaries about aliens.

The Evil Within, Dead Space, even last year's (really excellent) Alien: Isolation are all the length you'd expect a modern, full - priced game to be, and they're all about as scary as a puppy after hour four.

By now, we all know who would win in a fight between Mario and Link (and even who would win in a go - kart race betwixt the two), but if ever you were curious about whether a viking could hold his own against a cowgirl or an alien warlord, Brawlhalla is here to help answer that curiosity.

Colonial Marines is even bizarrely coy about actually letting you fight Aliens.

I won't rehash what I said in the Bioshock / Burial at Sea discussion about how great Enemy Within looks even in the first 20 minutes, but suffice it to say that I should be kicking quite a bit of alien (and alien - sympathiser) bottoms with my outlandishly dressed and multilingual group of supersoldiers over the next few weeks... Ironman - style, no less.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

You really have absoutely no idea about experimental science do you???? Even the concept is so alien to you that your brain seizes up at the very idea.