The Family That Watches Bad Television Together
In Which Your Humble Blogger does get to watch Web of Fear, and if they’re just humoring the old man, then that’s OK, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does get to watch Web of Fear, and if they’re just humoring the old man, then that’s OK, too.
In Which Your Humble Blogger revisits the question.
in Which Your Humble Blogger is of course aware that entertainment is amazingly segregated in this country, but surely that doesn’t apply to YHB and the things YHB likes. Right? That’s other people, is what.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees something old, new. Wait, that didn’t make sense. I’ll begin again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t even get in to the repeated remark that if they don’t vanquish the Kantrofarri right away, all humanity will be destroyed within a year, what with there being six of the things, you know, that can, um, do something very nasty, probably. But let’s not worry about the one that successfully kills the guy, we don’t have to go looking for that one, it’ll be fine.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is ass-backward, and late besides.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sits, scoffing your state and grinning at you pomp, allowing him a breath, a little scene.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has not point. Really.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just thinks it seems somehow disrespectful. To both people, I mean.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils everything, like a big spoiler, but that’s just something we will all have to live with.