Oh, Wesley, you really shouldn’t take in a stray, even if it does look like your lost love. I reserve judgement on whether Fred will come back. As Spike and Angel admitted, it’s been done before, no big deal. Which is why now (with the series ending) it would actually be a surprise if Fred really was permanently dead, and not just mostly dead. (kudos to Amy Acker, who got to do something interesting for the first time in a while) Imagine if that was the series-ending episode…. yikes. I hope there are a few more eps in the pipeline.
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From Accordion Guy: a list of things we wish we knew how to say in Aramaic while watching “The Passion of the Christ.” Notably missing are translations for: Everybody, sit on this side of the table, or you won’t be in the painting. “Always look on the bright side of life…” Crucfixion? No, I’m here for freedom. (On the cross): I can see my house from here! Hey, Siddhartha! You just sat under a tree — I got nailed to one, yuppie-boy! Collectively, they all got a big “Hee!!!” from me. Only the other morning, I switched over the car…
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How To Survive An Attack By a Polar Bear With An Ice Pick And A Can Of Peas: If attacked by a polar bear, run away while simultaneously hacking open the can of peas with the ice pick. Then use the pick to chop a hole in the ice, and quickly arrange the peas in a single line around the edge of the hole. Polar bears are curious, and he will be intrigued. When the polar bear stops to take a pea, let him have it with the ice pick (no need to kick him in the icehole, he’s quite…
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When I was a kid, my dad used to take me to the airport to watch the planes land and take off. We’d drive out to the old Albuquerque airport and park somewhere along the access road near the end of the runway, and we’d sit on the hood of our green station wagon and watch for the liveries of airliners and military planes. There was nothing out there but us, the car, some tumbleweeds, the smell of aviation fuel mixed with the scent of sagebrush, and of course the planes. These days this might seem creepy; then it was…
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***Dave reports exciting Farscape news, in addition to previous exciting Firefly news and B5 news (a friend has the Variety article on the Firefly news here. But is this a real “bricks and mortar” production, or an online production? It looks like a project put together by former makeup/character production crew members… need to dig a little. And while I do, this article is pretty amusing and/or depressing if you’re a fan of TV science fiction (and yes, we have Scare Tactics triple thumbs-downed, thanks for asking)
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It was nice enough Sunday to get out in the yard and do a little cleanup. We have an ornamental trash-catcher bush in the front yard – I think it’s some kind of hawthorn, and I think it’s some kind of ugly nasty encroacher that’s going to see its last spring. Not only is it overgrown and ugly 11 1/2 months of the year, it shelters a merry little band of voles that have been feasting on the grass for a couple of years – I figured out what they were at the end of the summer, but then it…
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I hate Tuesdays. I’m on the international desk. Which means that I get to take calls from crabby prima donna apparel buyers in Greece (frickin’ Greece, man) need to book an earlier flight to Milan. Right. Now. In business class. Or there would be hell to pay. Fortunately, it was available. In America, sometimes the class wars take place between business and coach.
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According to Edward Hasbrouck’s excellent travel blog:
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A friend passed this one along: “When marriage between gays was by rite” Boswell’s book, The Marriage of Likeness: Same Sex Unions in Pre- Modern Europe, lists in detail some same sex union ceremonies found in ancient church liturgical documents. One Greek 13th century “Order for Solemnisation of Same Sex Union” having invoked St Serge and St Bacchus, called on God to “vouchsafe unto these thy servants [N and N] grace to love one another and to abide unhated and not a cause of scandal all the days of their lives, with the help of the Holy Mother of God…
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Yep, it was just barely 50 degrees today, so my wacky co-worker wore shorts. Nobody took much notice, as we were getting killed (office slang for long, time-consuming calls at a time when we have a lot of calls on hold). As she was heading out the door, someone else noticed and started to say “Are you….NUTS?” but she cut them off with a cheery “It’s 50 degrees!!” and bopped on out the door (not unlike the way PuppetAngel bopped across the office to watch “Smile Time.”) She is really quite goofy, that one. Heart in the right place, but…