Now that's commitment; alcoholic Aborigini style.

Some brave Aboriginies risk swimming across a crocodile-infested river, just to get some booze. And I salute them. Although I would like to kick the leaders of Perrederr and Nardirri in the JUNK. If people want booze so bad, just make it legal. No, instead of lifting the ban on alcohol so that people won't have to swim across the river, they make sure that alcohol is banned on both sides of the damned river. They'll regret it when I roll into Perrederr with a humvee full of whiskey.

Time travel made possible by...a doughnut.
Now I'm no physicist and I have a lot of respect for Paul Davies, but this doughnut stuff sounds like a bunch of BS to me. The way I understand it, they basically need to get a couple of neutron stars to start spinning around in a circle...really fast. Yeah, that ought to be easy. Let me just get out my trusty cosmic slingshot...

Some chick prayed for a penis...and she got it! Or he got it?
Supposedly.
When I read that story I had this image of some guy coming into church and staring up at the crucifix with a look of rancor. Then all of a sudden he starts yelling, "I said I wanted a man. I didn't say I wanted to be a man. You're sick, you know that? SICK!" Then he/she storms out.