What? you were expecting some NSFW ending? Shame on you! Wash your mind out with soap and water!
Love the hairdo. |
I am also enjoying myself by sucking people in with my witty "Star Trek" allusions.
More Of Star Trek
Star Trek: The Next Generation is playing on the CBS Action Channel, and the episode tagline states:"Captain Picard is stranded on a barren planet with a woman who is desperately in love with him."
Er - not quite what I had in mind ... |
Barren. And strangely familiar |
Whereas this chap -
"No hurry, Spock." |
You can imagine the rest ...
Some People Have Entirely Too Much Time On Their Hands
A statement which, if Irony were a person, would cause them to choke on their food whilst being knocked off their feet.
I stumbled across a website yesterday entitled "Beyond the Sprues". For your information, "Sprues" are the plastic ribs that the various bits of plastic model kit are attached to.
Sic |
http://beyondthesprues.com/Forum/index.php?topic=3529.0
Essentially what this person had done was create an alternate history (known by wannabe intellectuals as a "counterfactual") that was credible, detailed, sustained and accurate, all to be able to post this picture:
The person who created the picture and the backstory knows their stuff, however, and if you've been living in a fallout shelter on Weather Mountain for the past 50 years, you'd believe it.
I think this website might also be responsible for the pictures of Thunderbird 2 in RAF livery, except if I go to research that I'll not be back for hours. Maybe later.
House of Leaves
As mentioned, I finished this yesterday. Long and complicated, although unlike Thomas Pynchon it hasn't thrown that many new and unfamiliar words up. One such has been "docent", which turns out to be a guide, generally around an institute like a museum or library. Then there was the disease "grippe" which Conrad has heard of, and imagined to be a malady of the stomach. Wrong! An outdated word referring to "influenza".
It has an index. I'm so happy! |
House with leaves |
More O' Poirot
Okay, I finished watching "Appointment with Death" and although it was shot on location
Now, take the television series. These clock in at about 52 minutes as they don't have adverts in to stretch them out to an hour. Much more coherent and pleasing - you generally only have to wait 20 minutes for there to be a ghastly MURDER, which, after all, is what ghouls like
Anyway, last night's viewing was entitled "The Dream" and your humble yet perceptive scribe instantly realised that the supposed invitation of Poirot to a "consultation" was in fact an impostor playing a part in front of our Belgian whiz.
In my opinion the star of the show was the Art Deco factory that some location scout had come across and probably swooned over. It looked exactly the part.
1935 in stone |
Blimey! The word limit hits us once again. And I was so looking forward to more of "The Australian Victories in France 1918". Maybe later.
Chin chin!
* Yup. Not a merry man.
** See? See how thorough I am?
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