Benson starts sleeping with a crucifix and pungent ropes of garlic, because she does not understand the difference between vampires and murdered teenagers. Not yet.
I told her about the man in the empty house, the way he cried and the way his come shimmered on his stomach and how I could have scooped despair from the air by the handfuls.
Deanna being so fucking sick of Picard and his horse riding in Starship Mine is like top 5 Deanna moments.
Forget Riker tormenting her with jazz, every day on the bridge she has to put up with Picard thinking incessantly about horsies and ponies 16 hours straight, she’s not even reading his thoughts he is just thinking so intensely about them that it’s inescapable, and then making her come to the holodeck with him for a pony adventure. Enough! She’s had enough!
Throwback Thursday: It was 5 years ago when we were celebrating award season for The Shape Of Water, and I got to live my dream of being in an old musical dance number (dressed as an Amphibian Man, of course) with the amazing Sally Hawkins.
Also the Xerox Alto. It’s one of the first (maybe the first?) personal computers designed from the ground up to support and use a graphical user interface. It’s from the early 70s. It cost tens of thousands of dollars. They only ever made like two thousand. It looks like this.
Look at that fucking mouse. It’s a brick with three buttons. The monitor’s in landscape. The guts look like they’re inside a Wallace and Gromit-ass dehumidifier. I love this thing.
