...and even if you miss you'll land among the stars! What utter bollocks! How the fuck can you miss the moon for a start, it's that big close thing in the sky, only a retard would fuck that up. Also, if you shoot for the moon with sufficient velocity to land among the stars and you hit the moon, either you or the moon - or both - would be destroyed. I mean WTF? And how do you 'land' among the stars exactly? You wouldn't land would you, you could drift between them but you wou

Hungover. To. Fuck. Whatever I'd done the night before I'd clearly done it to excess, I felt fucking awful. I lay flat on my back, almost scared to move. I was aware from the milisecond during which I'd opened my eyes that the room was very bright. That was why one of the pillows was now on my head, held down as firmly as I could on my face without suffocating myself. The task now was to lie there until I stopped hurting, or stopped hurting enough to actually move. The proble

I'd fallen asleep in the armchair nearest the telly and was rudely awakened by said TV turning itself on at god knows what time. I was used to waking up when it turned itself off rather than on so this felt weird. But there I was, in the middle of the night, in the dark and essentially still asleep. At least most of my brain was, my eyes and ears were starting to really hate what the television was doing. The screen was white and blinding at first, til the searing red words -

Even if you knew the plan existed, and you never could, none of the info ever went near a computer. It therefore could not be stolen, without data there could be no data breach.

I say "spoiler" but of course the likelihood is that film rights will not be taken up and my ideas will not be in a cinema near you by the time Avatar 97 comes out.

When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my quarters that said "Dead Klingon Storage"?

THE MAN lies in a hospital bed, stirring. He was pulled from the Thames earlier that day — barely alive. He doesn't know this yet.

10,9,8,7..3,2,1! The music starts, the pyros go off and the crowd goes fucking mental. It's Kane, it's Kane, how is Kane here? Even the remaining participants stop smacking each other and turn to see what's going on. The Big Red Machine is the final entrant in the 2026 Royal Rumble. He slowly makes his way to the ring, old school mask, adjusting his gloves as always. The Undertaker is in the crowd and stands up in shock, jumps the barrier and moves to confront his brother. Th

It shouldn't have been possible but the moon was still on fire. Parts of it would burn for a long time to come, making it visible in the morning sky in Berlin that day. The shuttle had crashed back down to earth, it's inhabitants dead. Germany and indeed the world was in mourning. In Europe, Iron Maiden and Rammstein had led the charge. In America, Metallica and GNR were the first responders, damaging the invaders before a crushing rendition of Machine Head's Halo sent them p

Previously: Cyberdyne Spoiler Alert We estimate that there are 30,000 of us left. We're not sure why we haven't been terminated yet. We've had no contact from anyone else in months. My hope is that we're not seen as a threat to Skynet anymore and we'll be allowed to live on. Others think we'll be gone by the weekend. The lunatic left a note saying he was going to meet with Skynet. I guess he's dead now. There are 'others' by the way, or there were at least. We haven't heard f

I'm midway through BSG, 20 odd years too late I know but it's kept me from watching Love Island at least. Quite frankly Love Island - Maya Jama aside - is gonna have nothing to compete with Starbuck or Caprica Six anyway. Obviously the story is important too though, I'm not just in lust with Tricia Helfer to an unhealthy degree. I might be to be fair, I'll ask my therapist next week. Anyway my point, not that I ever have one, revolves around the Admiral and President Roslin,

Picard and 1899 spoilers innit.Things might resolve themselves in a few days but the Lore v Data grudge match in Picard lately was a fuck up, and a predictable one at that. For the record I liked the way the Borg assimilated the Starfleet younglings and them combining with rogue Dominion elements was pretty cool. This week my guess is that the Raspberry Ripple Borg will come to the rescue and give the original Borg a kicking of Paralympian proportions. Anyway, back to Data, d