Take Him Away and Have Him Drained.

All this "everything in moderation" toff was for the masses.

Save it for the pamphlets.

Truth was, when Ben saw something he wanted, he took it by force.

He was a damn vicious prick of a man and, by God, he liked it that way.

DreadWhimsy Jukebox.

Chim Chim Cher-ee.

Mary Poppins, the Sherman Brothers. (1964)

[as performed by WS64.]

Her Whole Bollocks "Holiday Abroad" Idea.

No, this was bloody-well not how the Great Glass Elevator was meant to run. And if she'd just give him a sodding minute to find the intercom, he'd have Factory Security.

Honestly, you step off the tour two minutes to find a bloody toilet...

Nine Lives. All Public.

He'd fought to move up from cat food commercials for so long.

To be taken seriously as a dramatic lead.

And finally he got the call from Dick Wolf.

But all this press... had happened so fast.

WhiskeyMittens had hard lessons ahead.

Nothing was sacred to the paparazzi.

The Temporal Anomalies Started with the Goats.

No one seemed to want to talk about what was happening to the ranch.

Maybe no one else was even noticing.

What if no else is noticing, Garret?

How long you just gonna ignore the space-time distortions plaguing your family's farm?

"It's Okay, Polly, You're Remembering."

Their eyes locked in the moon-light.

The dog knew why she'd snuck out.

He seemed to shake his head. Tsk tsk tsk. 13 and smoking...

But in that second they also knew.

It was cool.

They were good.

Signs 2: More Signs.

"If you ask me, what I say happened to that Jenkins kid over in 27D...? That was a sign. No, I know. But what if it was a sign of her Ascension? No, I know. I'm just saying... what if it was only a demonstration... of Palin's true powers, Jake?"

Transformers 3: Why We Fight.

Sure he still thought about Cybertron.

He'd had a life before all this... insanity, you know.

He'd had a job... a pretty decent studio apartment...

Man, what the hell have we become?

This endless, senseless war... I'm not even me anymore.

I, (Your Name), Promise To Do My Best.

The merit badge for Innuendo was one of the hardest to pull off.

Dicky knew he faced stiff competition from the other Webelos.

Don't worry. He took it in the end.

But only after Scout Master Johnson had fully drilled him on his oral exam.

DreadWhimsy Jukebox.

Dance of the SugarPlum Fairies.

Nutracker Suite, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. (1892)

[performed on glass harp by Robert Tiso]

Scrub the Pain Away.

She hardly ever thought about Michael Jackson anymore.

I mean, who had the time?

Not her, that's for sure.

What, you think she still thought about him?

Well fuck you, you're wrong.

Because she didn't.

I mean, who even had the time?

The Once and Future Queens.

Dr. Porter had seen his share of "complicated" births before, but still.

Maintaining his icy professionalism, he asked:

"Have you... picked out names for... for them?"

He leaned in to hear the exhausted mother.

"...my little angels... Mary Kate and Ashley..."

DreadWiki: The Moberly-Jourdain Incident.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moberly-Jourdain_incident

"A time slip is an alleged paranormal phenomenon in which a person, or group of people, travel through time through supernatural (rather than technological) means."

"...in a production of..."

My Dearest Minions:

If you have not yet seen it, I urge you to celebrate your own inner awkward theatre-kid at my no-less-loved secondary blog, "...in a production of..."

There you will find a tribute to the tragically earnest art form of the theatre publicity photo.

DreadWhimsy Jukebox.

Ben.

Michael Jackson. (1972)

DreadVid: The Importance of Science Fiction.

"Nine legendary authors present their ideas on why SF is important to readers and what it teaches them. These excerpts are from a series of interviews and lectures done from 1968-1978 by Prof. James Gunn at the University of Kansas."

DreadWiki: The "Bloop."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bloop



"The Bloop is the name given to an ultra-low frequency underwater sound detected by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration several times during the summer of 1997. The source of the sound remains unknown..."

They Take Our Women, They Take Our Jobs.

You know, Jurek still had his pride.

He'd beg in the streets for bread.

He'd sing and dance for loose change.

But he'd be God-damned if he'd accept handouts from one of them.

You Can Fly, You Can Fly, You Can Fly.

Apparently there were like new laws or something about throwing pixie dust in kids' faces and urging them to jump out third-story windows.

God, this used to be so much easier back in the day, thought Peter.

The Devil Wears Pampers.

"Gentlemen, I'll expect your answer by noon tomorrow."

Little Timmy Farber snapped the briefcase shut and toddled out of the boardroom.

What choice did they have? He had a controlling share.

No one had seen the hostile take-over coming. No one.