RoabeArt
You mean plutonium doesn't look like a vial of cherry flavored cough syrup suspended in a larger vial of water?
Until a few years ago my cat used to make a mad dash for the outside any time i had the door open. There were a few times where she'd ninja her way out while I'd bring in groceries or something, and she'd be gone for days.
Now I could leave the door wide open for any given time and she'll just sit there staring at it from her spot on our couch. She's getting pretty old though (about 13 years) so I'm wondering if she's become aware of her own vulnerability. She's still spry regardless but she couldn't care less anymore about escaping.
In my town, before the Interstates were put in, the county/state transportation departments bought out and set aside strips of land in the 1950s and kept them empty for 20-30 years until construction started in the 1970s. Trees grew in during that time while the land around it got built up. It's weird looking at maps and aerial photos from that time period and seeing empty space. They would have become cool little wooded areas if the highways were never built.
I'm assuming the same happened in New Orleans in the "before" picture: the highway was planned and the land was bought out well in advance, and trees grew in during that time.
Bayer owns Monsanto, or at least its old assets. Monsanto as a company doesn't exist anymore.
Nuclear armageddon almost never seems to happen at night in movies and TV shows. It's always during the daylight.
The only exception I can think of is Threads, where the missiles start flying when it's like 3 in the morning in Washington DC, and even that happens off screen.
These aliens appeared before in S1E7 and they all look like old people. Maybe it's just natural to the species, like they're just born to look and dress like stereotypes of old humans?
"I don't agree with everything the Republicans stand for."
"NOT ENOUGH MAINSTREAM REPUBLICANS ARE CALLING FOR THE OUTRIGHT SLAUGHTER OF MINOROTIES FOR MY LIKING"
I partly blame those TouchTune jukeboxes (which themselves are a consequence of the Internet) for the decline of the bar atmosphere.
Before them, each bar had their own eclectic collection of songs, which either slapped, sucked or were somewhere in between, but they were all unique and reflected the atmosphere of the place they were in. Now every place has the same flashy RGB Internet connected screen kiosk that theoretically has hundreds of thousands of songs to pick from, but almost everybody in every bar picks the same pop, country or dad-rock slop.
Even the quiet bars that adopted those jukeboxes became loud clubs not long after.