Conrad loved this series as it was the diametric opposite of "Star Trek: The Next Generation". In STTNG everybody got on with everybody else, even the Klingons and Romulans didn't make waves, there was no poverty or drugs or unemployment, it was simply a lovey-dovey universe. All a bit sickly, frankly.
In B5, however, there most definitely were drugs, and crime and unemployment and war and evil aliens - much more dramatic! Instead of Captain Picard worrying about the Enterprise's radish crop*, you had Commander Sinclair worrying about the destruction of the previous 4 Babylon stations, smuggling, politics, interstellar war and - the sinister black-clad Psi-Corps.
Named after the sci-fi author |
I've Got A Lot To Say^
You know Conrad, never at a loss for a bit of nonsense, or even a lot of nonsense. Since you are a skeptical lot I realise you need proof of this:
This was yesterday. There's even more today |
The Day Begins -
For Conrad, with breakfast, thus:
Giant cup of tea, scrambled egg on toast and a couple of Danish |
Ice Cream |
Poirot - "Triangle on Rhodes"
I did bang on about this rather, and how complicated it must be filming a period drama on location abroad where the natives might - or might not - speak English. Rhodes being a popular tourist destination they might - or might not - be familiar with our language. I liked how the Poirot theme was played on a hammer dulcimer throughout.
The instrument in question |
Then we get down the mystery itself. HOW on earth do we, the viewer, deduce that
CAUTION! SPOILERS WITH GREAT BIG TEETH AHEAD!
Commander Chantry and Mrs Gold had been having an affair, as there is not a hint of this on screen? Also, Mrs Chantry and Mr Gold had been hitting it off in major flirty style, and we know this BECAUSE WE SEE IT! So don't have Poirot believe nothing naughty happened. Then, too, how did the murderer know 1) About the snake venom poison and 2) Where to get it?
Speaking of hammers - a couple of the cast getting there - |
As you can tell, I really enjoyed it. Shouting at the television screen is one of the happiest ways to spend one's hours, non?
The Casual Treachery Of A Sunny Friday Morning
I took this photo as evidence of how utterly unscrupulous the weather here in the UK can be:
A glorious cobalt vault. Is that poetic? I do apologise! |
The same photo. I'm allowed. (Poetic licence) |
Yesterday I included a post about Matthew Wright, whose attitude towards pop music and pop artists ("ego-crazed talentless nerds"**) really hit the spot, and allowed me to post a photo of a Pink Floyd album cover.
Now, consider that Pink Floyd are not headline news, they don't court the media and never have, in fact Nick Mason has stated that they hated press conferences. What's on the BBC website that evening?
The left hand side - NOT the cricket story. "Man alseep in car" is news? Must be a slow week. |
You What?
Once again the Twits are pushing - actually I'm not sure exactly what they are pushing. I shall let the picture tell at least nine-hundred and ninety-nine words:
Conrad is baffled. |
Get out of here with your "Shstrchssr" whatnot!
Well I've got a lot of stuff left over and we're already over 800 words so it shall just have to come later^^.
* A genuine plot point
** What a word portrait. Sheer poetry!***
*** Sorry
^ This is not padding! I took that photo, I am Dog Buns! well going to use it!
^^ Don't cry, it's not dignified
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