Sunday, 2 March 2008

It’s all going to Hell, abso-fraggin’ lutely...

I'm too sick, so there'll be no blog today.

However, I think that Fate is trying to tell me something. And that something is to rewatch all of Babylon 5.

I was watching Tron, and there's Londo and Sheridan.

The last Columbo I saw had Londo as a sex therapissed.

Todays Columbo had Ivanova as a murderers daughter.

All I need now is to check the telly guide to see if a singularity of limbed G'Kar is making Harrison Fords life a misery.

Still, with the B5 crew popping up in Columbo, it's a good job The Lieutenant wasn't on Centauri Prime when Emperor Catagia 'died' - can you imagine Vir being investigated by Columbo?

Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to weave webs, coz it's not an easy task. For one, the webbing gets all stuck to your fingers, and there's no way I'm defacating silk just to make meself a wonderous web.

Oh, no spider, just a shadowship screeching in me mental lughole.