Very little has been tested yet, but the general thinking is that there's probably no longer any generation cap, except for babies born since the new change went into effect a couple of weeks ago. The real trick is in proving it. From what I have read, the Canadian bureaucracy that processes these has usually asked for primary documentation, so actual birth certificates or centrally maintained religious records, and only once those have been exhaustively searched and the relevant local offices throw up their hands (via an official "we tried" letter) will they consider things like census forms and border-crossing logs.
Better to play sloppy and still win. And oh my, the refs were garbage for both teams all game.
This feels like a bit of a straw-man. In my youthful nonsensical cross-franchise pissing-match days, we pitted the Enterprise versus a Star Destroyer, or at least some other capital ship.
Unless you were asking which one was cooler, in which case the Falcon wins every day and twice on Sunday.
I still want that library on the university planet, but I think the only way to get that in real life is to be the direct patrilineal descendent of somebody who did a really skillful job of being a terrible person.
Dammit Jim! I'm doctor, not an alien reproduction of the mind of a space detective!
IIRC, the particular means of installing Elagabalus involved carting the giant abstract/natural monolithic avatar of the god from Syria to Rome, at great expense. I also recall a poorly documented tradition suggesting the Palmyrenes were descendants of Mark Antony and Cleopatra, by way of the Mauretanian client-kingdom dynasty.
Yeah, it felt like a very flat take on the material. Like, Odysseus is an archetypal trickster figure, he's supposed to be something of a smirking shit (Ulysses Everett McGill?), at least from time to time, and one who creates as many problems for himself as he solves by thinking he's the smartest guy at the agora. This trailer just looks like The Revenant meets 300. Hope the actual movie is much better.
Maybe, lord knows he'll have his price, but dude legitimately hates wind power because "it's ugly." Sometimes our particular burgeoning dystopia reminds me most of the Twilight Zone with the omnipotent and petulant child.
Teen me had my mind blown when, after finding this song super catchy, I read the lyrics in the liner notes.
It's hard to explain, but I don't feel like the Broncos are doing anything terrible; they're getting a lot of pressure, and there are plays where the Jags' receivers are absolutely blanketed. Coen is just scheming some guys open and Lawrence is hitting most of them so far and he's playing smart, stepping up so sacks are only 2-3 yards, and placing the ball well where incompletions don't ricochet into interceptions.
Also, NGL, it's been a refball game that's breaking in Jacksonville's favor about 3-to-2 (3-to-1 if you're a Denver fan, LOL).
A couple of lucky breaks to be ahead, but very pleased that the Jags are hanging in there. Lawrence is having a run that makes you think he's actually turned the corner to be a, let's say, top-third QB.
The selection of items seems weaker to me, but for me the main sin is that the original is basically chronological, which makes it more impressive that it's a coherent song at all, if a bit overrated and very boomerific. Fallout Boy one just throws shit in at random to make the lines scan and rhyme, so it's very "meh" even as a follow-up. It feels like they kind of didn't understand that the original was a survey of the time period.