*Puts on horned helm and hands you a can of Spam*
Any heathens in particular?Darwin Carmichael, Oglaf, Pulse, a few that update maybe twice a week...
And you've found withdrawl central. We've all been there, and find that sharing the madness with others can alleviate the DT's.Yah, I figured I'd congregate here awaiting the daily foodstock from Jeph.
Þakka þér! ^.^
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*Puts on horned helm and hands you a can of Spam*
Pretty sure that's just a reference to the noise Raven makes when she's confused.In that case, it's quite fitting. @_@
Nostalgia? But... but.. it was only... what, a couple of weeks ago?
Wait. Oh. Damn, my sense of time is more messed up than I thought.
Ohh, I just got that now...yeah, I have NEVER seen a single episode of Doctor Who. But I can weasel myself into a fandom conversation well enough...'tis a natural talent. Nyahaha...
Look, whippersnapper - I was born 15 minutes after "Mirror Mirror" aired for the first time.
Balrogs have wings?
who's the whippersnapper now?
"Mirror, Mirror" was episode #4 in season two of Star Trek - The ORIGINAL SERIES. (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0708438/)
I watched the first episode of Dr Who in my late teens. The first episode of Star Trek was broadcast in the UK two weeks before I was first married.Owww...alright, I submit. Do I get any partial credit for knowing who the Doctor and the Captains even are? Most folks my age say they think I'm into gergorian chamber music too, with the programming I immerse myself into.
I once spent quarter of a Computing class explaining the Picard Maneuver. I was called a nerd, even though the previous quarter of the lesson was an argument about whether Star Trek or Star Wars made more sense.
Most folks my age say they think I'm into gergorian chamber music too, with the programming I immerse myself into.
Yeah, 79 episodes are easier to manage than 789...but you forget, good sir, the mathematical truth rendering your statement irrelevent: Picard > Kirk.
Whoa there, we're not that old...I grew up after the dawn of the Compact Disc, if that helps any.My wife and I were friends with a man who owned a string of record shops in southeastern Michigan. We hiked in NH in the 80s, and 3-4 times, we'd drive on to Maine and stay with the owner and his family at their summer place. Once, during a visit, he described an event at a convention of record store owners he'd attended in Nashville a few weeks earlier. Someone on stage took this little shiny thing and put it in a machine. Beautiful music came out. He ejected the disk, threw it down to the floor, stomped on it, put it back in the machine. Beautiful music came out. My friend was properly impressed.
Whoa there, we're not that old...