Who knows what death-defying stunts Shelby will pull this time around?
Tag: ladyghosts of television past
Here I continue, on my somewhat fruitless quest to rewatch all of The Mystery Files of Shelby Woo. I’m four episodes in and I’m still not sure what I’m getting out of this. Probably nothing.
Shelby Woo. I can’t quit you yet, not where there are still 10 more episodes of weird, wholesome, teenage crime-fighting hijinks. Apparently I have a lot of feelings about Shelby, so this time, I’ll just focus on one episode.
Hello lovelies! I’m back after a few weeks of traveling and surviving the crash of my hard drive. Many, many thanks to CherriSpryte for covering for me. You did a great job. So, this week’s episode borrows heavily from a novel and movie that are considered classics of our time. It also deals with the […]
Hello, friends. Welcome to the inaugural post of the retro recap of Torchwood. I will be one of your guides as we explore a world with some of our favorite things: aliens, bad ass ladies, flirty 51st century men, immortality, a healthy exploration of sexuality and gender fluidity, with a lot of cheek and a […]
This is *not* a good town. How many of us have-have lost someone who-who just disappeared… or-or got skinned or suffered ‘neck rupture’? And how many of us have been too afraid to speak out? I-I was supposed to lead us in a moment of silence, but, silence is this town’s disease. For too long […]
Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of […]
Sunnydale. Town’s got quaint, and the people: he called me “sir,” don’t you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it’s not a haven for the brothers. You know, strictly the Caucasian persuasion here in the Dale. But you know you just gotta stand up and salute that death rate. I ran a statistical analysis and, […]
Previously on Battlestar Galactica (hey, if every single episode opens with those words, I figure the recaps should as well!): Anyway, what we need to know for this episode: President Roslin, due to the advanced stage of her cancer, asks Doc Cottle about chamalla extract; the Caprica Cylons are going to get Sharon and Helo […]
My people — before I was changed — they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It’s a Claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty… and the heart… Well, you know… Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.
“Saving people, hunting things. . . the family business.” Just a heads up, if we ever go camping together and an unseen evil drags you off into the dark woods, I will not try to save you. I will not poke my head out of the tent flap and say, “Brad? I heard screaming. Is […]
S-E-X. Sex. The sex drive in the human animal is intense. How many of us have lost countless productive hours plagued by unwanted sexual thoughts and feelings?
I mean, people are perfectly happy getting along and then vampires come and they run around and they kill people and they take over your whole house, they start making these stupid little mini-pizzas and everyone’s like, “Oh, look! A mini-pizza!” but I’m telling you, I have…
Good. ‘Cause I’ve had it. Spike is going down. You can attack me, you can send assassins after me . . . that’s just fine. But nobody messes with my boyfriend.
I knew this would happen. Nobody can be wound as straight and narrow as Giles without a dark side erupting. My Uncle Rory was the stodgiest taxidermist you’ve ever met – by day. By night it was booze, whores and fur flying. Were there whores?