But production is cheap, and some great casting choices have been made. All in all a tad too indie, but we'll see. Perhaps there'll be some space battle scenes after all.
Yes, that bit about space battles was the segue, and now I can talk about Spock. I'm almost as good at segues as Colin Mochrie. I'm like Colin Mochrie with hair.
For a half-Vulcan, Spock really has way too many freak-out moments. He gets to punch Kirk in the face in every other episode, and the rest of the time he keeps inhaling things that make him climb trees and have sex with weird-looking blondes in meadows.
We're not sure how we feel about that. We simply needed to vent. And we have been watching films about Elizabeth I, hence the we.
Notice how I used the word movie in the first sentence, and switched to film a while later. This, my friends, is what life is about. Variety.
Is a segue still a segue, if I just type segue! very enthusiastically? Let's say it is.
Segue!
I had afternoon tea with my German teacher and her German-speaking friends on Sunday, and it was awkward. I was not awkward. I behaved well and was charmingly timid with my perfectly pronounced but grammatically disastrous German. It was awkward, because my German teacher is like the elderly female relative we all wish we didn't have.
The gist of the story, however, lies in the fact that the beautifully straight-nosed daughter of the hostess had recently returned from Canada.
See what I did there? Canada (which also links back to Colin Mochrie, which was completely unintentional on my part, but one cannot fight one's instincts and Freudian whatsis).
Yeah.
That's like a big blinking neon arrow right there. And it's pointing West. Or East, if I go through Russia.
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