Skull chair

Chaos Space Marines from Davey Jones's locker

Brandon Palmer's Scallywaggin Chaos Space Marine army for Warhammer 40K.

Metroid Prime concept art

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Lawn and Order

"Dinosaur named 'thunder-thighs'"

BBC:

The team has named its dinosaur Brontomerus mcintoshi - from the Greek "bronto", meaning "thunder"; and "merós", meaning "thigh".

The SR-71 Blackbird weeps fuel

Article about an SR-71 Blackbird flying over Libya in the 80's:

Ironically, the plane was dripping, much like the misshapen model had assembled in my youth. Fuel was seeping through the joints, raining down on the hangar floor. At Mach 3, the plane would expand several inches because of the severe temperature, which could heat the leading edge of the wing to 1,100 degrees. To prevent cracking, expansion joints had been built into the plane. Sealant resembling rubber glue covered the seams, but when the plane was subsonic, fuel would leak through the joints.

Pretending your living in the world of Timecop

From a review of Timecop:

Me, I’ve got my own theory. I think that time is constantly in flux. That there are fault lines in the time stream, and they’re constantly shifting in thousands of little subtle ways, just like tremors rearranging California real estate. Or think of time as telephone lines stretching from the present back to infinity (kind of like Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure) and you get line noise that screws the connection up. It’s part of your day-to-day existence; you accept it and move on.

Proof? That’s easy.

Ever walk into a room to get something and suddenly you can’t remember what it was you wanted?

Ever put something down, go back and look for it, and it’s not there?

Ever run into someone who greets you like you’re old friends, and you are absolutely clueless as to their identity?

We chalk it off to lapsed memory, but it’s not. It’s Time Burps. You can’t remember what you wanted in the room because time just burped and suddenly the reason why you went in there ceased to exist. The item you put down has vanished because time burped and you never put it there in the first place. Your newfound old friend, in his or her past, was a close buddy, but in your own past, you never met.