Phyre – What’s in the box!?! What’s in the box!?! It is quite often the case that although you really want to know you are better off not knowing. Until you open the damn thing whatever is in there might not be the thing you are dreading… there is always a chance that it might be a cat. But whether that cat is dead or alive is at the heart of the proposition. And what if the wrong person opens the box? A whole new conundrum opens up. And what if they ring a bell? Or is that a different animal entirely?
David Doherty-Jebb – All things come to an end, as unfortunate as it might seem. I mean these fast food chains, they are a constant stream of customers and ‘meals.’ Burgers and fries and whatever other mass produced goodies they can dispense through tiny little windows might seem they are going to go on forever, but there must be a point where there are no more, where those windows close and the signs reads out of stock. Of course it’s a lot worse if one group eats the lot while everyone else starves – especially if they steal the end of the alphabet as well.
Xenosia – IT’s never over until the fat lady sings, or so the old saying goes. Umm, now I’m wondering is that politically correct? I mean you know how things are these days, a saying like that might be seen as derivative and offensive. And I’m worrying over what I am writing rather than the comments… umm, a story that really puts the opera straight back into space opera and teaches a valuable lesson about jumping the gun. Crew respect your captain!
Bob – Friends. They are a very important thing. I mean on top of all the things they are good for being able to be open and honest and telling the truth has to be one of the best. So when someone writes a bit of tripe they can be told honestly that it is not good. Unlike the story here that made me smile, loved the bucket list line that was pure brilliance.
BigJ – Ooooh matron! Is it just me or is there a hint of something a little bit risqué here? You know I figure that there have not been enough of the innuendo laden stories this month. I thought they’d be lining up out the door, but then I guess I do not know the writership around here as much as I thought. Not that I want to say that I imagine you all as a bunch of degener… I think I’d better shut up now. Loved the payoff here, not sure that Mrs Arkansas did, probably did. Ever. Apparently.
TJ – Dear BBC, I am contacting you with a brave and unique idea…Oh, excuse me. Let us consider the sad state of fandom. There has always been those grim looks between opposing franchises and it seem that it has infected the characters themselves. All trying to outdo one another whether their ever epic storylines. Here we see it taken to the next level, shows merging with totally different types of show giving a whole new meaning to space opera. Now where was I, yes… merging two popular shows together, shows from totally different genres…
TDZ – A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away there was, has been noted a need for towels. Don’t panic this is not another paragraph extolling the virtue of cotton bathroom linen, although had they been carried around it would be easier to mop up any messes. A mash of realities, colliding in a high noon of a shootout setting straight a controversy that should have defined a character. Oh, and the Wookie’s joke – hilarious!
MB – Sometimes, no matter how impolite, the thought crosses the mind of this humble comment writer to ask of the creative force that produced the story: “Just what the hell were you smoking man?” This was an explosion of the imagination on a supernova scale, splattering words like stellar mass across the page, ideas like gaseous fragments, a multi-hued spectrum of creativity. And snails.
Cul – These evil lords of chaos and destruction, they do love boasting about how they are going to kill the good guys, and there is nothing, nothing at all like a good monologue extolling the virtues of every nasty thing they are going to, or even want to. Sooner or later someone is going to have the idea of stabbing one in the back while they rabbit on and on and on. Don’t matter how good at fighting you are, someone gets you before you start it’s over.
And so it is.