You know what I haven't done nearly enough of in my life? Besides winning a million dollars and holding the hand of David Tennant while skipping through fields of daisies? (In a totally platonic way, you know, just so he wouldn't fall down. It's a safety thing.) I haven't participated in nearly enough flash mobs. In fact, I haven't participated in any at all, which doesn't seem right.
I especially wish I'd been part of the recent "Spaced" flash mob in London's Trafalgar Square, which recreated the awesomely endless fake shoot-out scene from the series. The end result was beautifully done. The only way it could have been any better was if half the crowd had channeled Nick Frost's Mike and glued on a few unsettling porn 'staches.
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I know somebody that was there! (Ain't I a speshul snowflake?)
You're BACK! Lovely.
oh, that looks like so much! damn, I wish that sort of thing happened around here.
I SO need to figure out how to get headphones when I read your blog... I just almost mistyped that as bog... do you remember a really vintage time travel TV show with a main character names Bog? How old was I when that one came out? Sometimes, my sci-fi tv memory really makes me feel old. Auto-Man... Misfits of Science... Manimal...
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