Months upon years of hard work is finally paying off! Syfy just released the trailer for Town of The Living Dead! See me briefly blast a dude in the face with a fire extinguisher! Cringe as one guy pukes for no determinable reason! Laugh at our pain! Tune in Oct 7 to see more ridiculous shenantics!
Our new cardigan corgi puppies, Corsy and Brigg
One of my favourite things about Harry Potter is that Harry is such an unreliable narrator, not because he’s lying, but because he was so oblivious, just about anything could be going on under his nose and he wouldn’t even notice. It’s great because it supports basically every headcanon. Like, no, Harry would not have noticed if Sirius and Remus were dating, I know he’s The Chosen One but he’s about as perspective as a pile of bricks.
Life on Mars: A Summary
Sam: Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time?
Audience: back in time, because of being in a coma! and it’s making you a little mad!
Gene: [most offensive thing imaginable, designed to piss off all minority and majority groups.]
Sam: You’re a dick, I wanna go home.
Gene: We can’t change this world, Sam. Only learn how to survive in it.
Sam: wtf when did you become so dreamy? I’m so confused.
Annie: All I wanna do is solve crime, look neat and kick butt. But men.
Chris: She said butt, hahaha.
Ray: [low-simmer of hatred and dickery]
Creepy Test Card Girl: OOOOGA BOOOGA BOOOGA
1970s Manchester: I’M THE REAL STAR OF THIS SHOW.
Gene: I’m gonna slam you up against this filing cabinet, and you’re gonna like it.
Gene: Sammy-boy, you’re a ponce, but you’re the finest policeman I know.
Sam: You mean police officer, Guv. *preens*
Annie: Seriously? I solved nine crimes when you two were homoerotically eye-fucking.
Chris & Ray: [light comic relief]
1970s Manchester: IN THE WHITE ROOM, WITH BLACK CURTAINS, NEAR THE STATION…
Audience: Actually, that song’s from the late 60s…
Sam: [parental issues, slight incesty undertones, major cringeworthiness]
1970s Manchester: … Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings…
Creepy Test Card Girl: And now you’re thinking, “I hope that’s Shepherd’s pie in my knickers.”
Phyllis: I’m too good for all of you.
Nelson: [Mysterious mysteriousness of mystery.]
Gene: You make me wanna be a better person, Dorothy. You need to trust me, like I trust you.
Ray & Chris & Geoff & Clive & Random Authentic CID Guys: We’re basically part of the furniture, don’t mind us.
The Writers: Oh shit, no one wants Sam to go back home. They all want him to stay with
GeneAnnie. Uhm, shit. Sam needs to realise 1970s Manchester is home—
1970s Manchester: Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes…
Sam: They can’t be real, but they seem real, they’re too contradictory to be made up, but I’m supposed to go home. I don’t know what home is anym-
Annie: [EPIC EYE-ROLL]
Gene: [offensive thing, immediately followed by darling thing]
Frank Morgan: I’m here to fuck shit up and take names. Screw you all.
Creepy Test Card Girl: And you thought I was disturbing!
The Writers: We have 20 minutes to resolve a 16 hour plot. That’s okay. That’s alright. We’ll ask the director to literally make everything in Sam’s time blue. That’s good enough, yeah?
Sam: [goes home] [discovers he doesn’t feel anything] There’s no place like home, and my home’s with
GeneAnnie. I’m jumping off this building! Peace out, bitches.
Sam & Gene: [homoerotic eyefucking]
Sam & Annie: [kiss]
Chris & Ray: [light comic relief]
Creepy Test Card Girl: Go read a good book.
Audience: THAT WAS THE BEST THING I EVER SAWED
The Writers: But wait, there’s more!