Have no fear, Sarah Jane. Where there's life, there's hope. And change. Loose change for the masses held in churches where the steeple lurches. Was Lurch a guy in the Aadams family? Probably. The probability that you'll die within 24 hours increases minutely each day. I'd like to know the value of that increase. Some increases, like the one I just mentioned and also taxes, are bad. Others are good. A naughty example comes to mind. "More naughty bits," ah, Monty Python. You crazy crazy lot. Douglas Adams collaborated with a few Pythons. He also, apparently, played rhythm guitar at a Pink Floyd concert once. Right before he was kicked out, Syd Barret came up with this song called "have you got it yet?" He'd play it to the rest of the band over and over, but they'd never get it. Alternatively, that is, from a sane perspective (a different point of view, if you will), he started playing something else as soon as anybody picked up the old pattern. Oh, different points of view. It's been probably close to 14 years since I saw Return of the Jedi and I'm still rather insistent on the fact that "betrayed and murdered" is in no way the same as "is." That's just Lucas covering his butt, because according to somebody, he didn't come up with the "Darth Vader is Luke's father" plot twist until 1978. But come on, Lucas had to know that "Vader" is Nazi for "father." Just like RTD had to know that "Mister Saxon" is obviously an anagram for "Master No. Six." New Who is the only show I can name off the top of my head where I liked the third season better than the second. However, I didn't like the Third Doctor quite as much as the Second. What was Three's last words again? Oh right. "Have no fear, Sarah Jane. Where there's life, there's..."
And so on. This is really how my mind works.
-James
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