Sunday, 30 January 2011

Resistance is futile.

It has happened. I always saw it as something beyond me, but now it has finally happened. I'm sorry to say that I have seen more episodes of Star Trek: Voyager than I ever thought possible. What is the difference between Voyager and The Next Generation you wonder? Different actors. The Next Generation has Patrick Stewart and Voyager has a bunch of nobodies. (If you have no idea who Patrick Stewart is I suggest you go and check out the episode of Extras where he's featured. Enough said.) Although one of the later members of the nobodies has remarkably big boobs. So how did this happen? How did I, with my complete apathy for sci-fi and filled with space-hate, end up watching this show? How did I turn in a... a... a... trekkie? (A part of me died inside now, but I'm sure it'll grow back soon enough.) Well, Mr. English wanted something to watch, something sci-fiy and settled for Star Trek. Seeing as I spend a lot of my time watching whatever he's watching (due to sidewards glancing while computer gaming) I got sucked in. One might even say "assimilated". The worst part is that I just know I'll end up watching the other crap. You know, sometimes I really hate having an addictive personality. It takes so much time to feed the addiction.

And now, to
Heroes! (I was forced to watch that one.)

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