I can have this everyday all throughout this summer.
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Good covers are even better than the originals. Here, I give you The Car’s Drive by The Paradise Motel, another Ausie gem from mid-1990s—sadly, long defunct. Her name is Merida Sussex. There is something in her voice.
I’ve finally started reading Özge Samancı’s Ordinary Things. It makes me happy.
© 2008 Özge Samancı
Computer sheet! That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for. A piece of digital paper connected to a mainframe that you can fold and carry in your pocket. From ENIAC to a highly portable interface. Great! I’ve always loved science fiction! Came across in the Battlestar Galactica spin-off Caprica’s pilot. Although I’d prefer the Singularity, where there’d hopefully be no need for a physical interface, a computer sheet would do just fine until we get there. The concept calls for a new name though. Computer sheet reminds me of this, and even bring back memories of punched computer cards. And, yes, I do definitely remember my previous post regarding Battlestar Galactica. It’s crap. Caprica too follows the trail of post 9/11 trauma, and depends on the notorious dichotomy of Samuel P. Huntington. It is Dallas with a touch of technological inspiration for our age.
Spins and turns, angles and curves, the shape of dreams half-remembered slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of perfection. A perfect face, a perfect lace, find a perfect world for the end of Kara Thrace. End of line.
Talking of perfection, perfect Cylon gibberish that is. Or should I call it poetry instead? Bah! Rebel basestar’s Hybrid’s incoherent talk was the only interesting thing in the final series though. Glad that this bullshit will be over next week by now.
Postscript: Supposed to post that one in mid-March after watching Daybreak Part I—the first part of the series finale of Battlestar Galactica. Watching the last episode after quite sometime assured me that I was perfectly right after all. It was a big waste of time.