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I get the zombies often too. If its a nightmare, its gonna be those damn walking dead. I'm usually with a pack of friends and/or family trying to survive in a horribly afflicted city. I get to be kickass and have a winchester rifle but the dreams ALWAYS end with me being torn apart horribly by the ungodly hordes. That's not too bad though since usually my death allows the rest of the team to survive but there was one time where we were holed up in an apartment block and I told everyone, "its clear outside, run for it to the truck and I'll wait here for my girlfriend." They all run outside and I wait at the window. I then see the group get eaten by a swarm of the buggers who popped out of nowhere. Then my girlfriend pops up, tells me she's been bitten, dies right there, bites me, and while more and more walking dead lumber into the apartment I realise I'm screwed so I jump out the window to my demise. Now thats a crap night's sleep.

I do have a gay mate of mine who celebrated the day Wil Wheaton was legal. You know that terible TNG episode "Justice" where Wesley Crusher hangs out on a planet filled with big buff men in togas? He can't get enough of it. Though watching it with him is more awkward than can be believed.

Hell I only downloaded the new windows media player and now I can't play more than 4 songs without it getting all slow, choppy and unlistenable...if that's a word...why can't companies release stuff when they're done rather than when they get the menus looking spiffy?

What classic film do you loathe? There's always at least one flick that no matter how many times you see it on those "top 100 films of all time" lists, you still just don't understand at all what people see in it thats so brilliant. My pick: Breakfast At Tiffany's, I just don't like it! Sure Moon River is a class song but everything else, meh!

Dude, apologies aren't needed. Acads aren't mandatory so you can go when and if you want to after you've graduated. Hell its been ages since I've been to one. I really should but I'm lazy these days... And often drunk.

Mmmm kitten flesh, makes me wanna order a chinese take-away right now.

Name me the weirdest term you know for "choking the chicken","flogging the dolphin", "Spanking the monkey" and I'll give you a billion gazzilion dollars.

Why is it that back in high school my parents never guessed I was drunk when I came home absolutely ratarsed but always KNEW when I was slightly tipsy from a couple of drinks?

For ladies who insure their cars, Sheila's Wheels are superstars. Women make the safest drivers, we can save a bunch of fivers, on bonzer car insurance deals. Girls get onto sheila's wheels. This advert plays here on the tv every day. And every time I hear it, I want to buy a gun.

Heh, Slayters the best to watch in Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves. Not for quality of acting, God no! I mean to laugh at when you're drunk out your skull. Leading to another point...why can't we all admit that Robin Hood and his "merry men" were most probably gay?

Mummy? I found this doggy in the pet cemetary! Can we keep him, huh huh? I promise I'll feed him fresh souls every day!!

Where the heck is Ricky Martin? Did the CIA whack him or something?

Well at least we all know that Kira's evil mirror doppleganger bathes. Aye Carumba! :blink: I think they milked the whole "evil Kira will do anything that moves" angle a bit much though, non?

Heh, they do sleep, otherwise we wouldn't have episode "gems" with plots like schizms. ::shudders:: But more importantly, Aren't shower rail's annoying in their inefficiency?

Give chimps the vote!

If everyone in metropolis was so special in the head to actually think clark kent and superman didn't look alike, then doesn't that lower your idea of Lex Luthor? I mean he's an evil supergenius just because he's slightly more intelligent than these people? :blink:

What exactly was the problem? Step by step. Yes these times are very silly for us across the pond but we must humour these good people. :blink:

Falling. The ship had been rocked by a torpedo. It wasn’t an extremely damaging hit to Excalibur but they didn’t need to always be to send you hurtling. And that is exactly what had happened to Lieutenant J.G Segami. Even though he’d prepped his stance for the hit, his fingers slipped off the console and he toppled backwards through the air helplessly. As his body obeyed gravity’s will and plummeted to the deck, time suddenlt slowed down. The blaring volume of the red alert klaxons was muted. It felt like he was floating rather than being flung. His eyes in a moment flashed around him and caught another person’s. It was a look of terror. J’Ai. They’d found him lying in a cargo hold with a friend’s corpse on his lap. He seemed distraught but the expression on his face hadn’t been close to what it was now. That was slightly bizarre. When a force of primed killing machines jumps onboard your vessel and slices the entire crew up, leaving markings on the walls in their blood, the average person would be in tatters. Segami knew this for a fact. He had crumbled to pieces when only one person close to him was taken. And it was in this life too. THE PAST – USS SHANGHAI He looks down at her face. She looks so peaceful. Almost as if she’s thinking of a memory that gives her comfort and that any second she’s gonna smile so wide. But she doesn’t. She stays still. The relaxation in her face just the muscles having given way. She’s dead. Atticus, an almost two year younger version than we’re used to, stands over her. He stares hard at that face. Its not real. She can be saved. All he needs to do is will it. If he concentrates as hard as he can on that pale face, she’ll feel his pained heart and she’ll open those bright blue eyes and everything will be okay. She’s just asleep. It will all be okay. He reaches over to her, puts his hands on her cheeks. They’re already cold. No blood going through those veins. He cradles them all the same. Perhaps his warmth will go to her. “Kathleen” He wimpers. “…Kathleen”. His face is manic as he pulls the sheet off further. The man near him thinks about preventing this but realizes it must be done. The sheet is dropped to the floor. She now lies in her entirety. And the image stings right to his heart. Her Starfleet tunic has been cut down the middle, from the top to the bottom, obviously to give the surgeons access to her injuries. Even after the initial cleanup there is still so much blood. The Trill cannot help but just look. Tears are streaming from his eyes and he cannot stop them. The wounds are deep. There are six or seven of them. Someone shoved a knife into her over and over and over and over… He howls and collapses on her and screams to the heavens. The words are barely distinguishable. “Wake up!” The man behind him moves forward and grabs his arm. “Wake up! Don’t do this! Don’t do this to me! Don’t do this to me!” “She’s dead lad.” The man says as he pulls the boy away from the girl. His voice full of sorrow. “She’s dead” But all the Trill can do is repeat her name over and over again as a doctor covers her back up. There is no answer to his cries. USS EXCALIBUR – PRESENT DAY Atticus had loved that girl. She may have been a different species but he hadn’t cared. They were going to get married, have children and love happily ever after. She wasn’t meant to die like that. But she had. It didn’t matter that Atticus had seen it all, done it all eight times before. Death is frightening, not one’s own as much as the death of the people you care about. Times that by ten if you think you’re next. That’s real fear. So why did J’Ai look so much more worse for wear here? And to think about it he seemed more scared as well when he’d been accosted by Atticus back on the away mission. But surely this was a safer situation. Unless back in that cargo hold had had nothing to worry about? That he never was in real danger? That the real fear was being trapped with the “feds” where he might get caughtin the crossfire? That’s when the other shoe dropped. What if J’Ai was supposed to survive the Al-Ucard attack all along? Not only that but what if Excalibur was supposed to welcome him in, supposed to debrief him and supposed to be told all about the ghosts? What if the entire mission was a bigger trap than he’d thought? The purpose being, to bring out the only real thorn in the Scorpiad side. It all made sense. The Ghosts had hidden themselves so well from detection for a long time. So long that they had probably become a nuisance to the Scorpiads who were too busy fighting a war to deal with another front. However if an ‘innocent’ person were to lure an enemy of their enemy close by, a federation ship for instance, the ghosts would immediately step out into the light. They might even send a high ranking delegation of their own onto the federation ship to talk about an alliance. And then…Pow! An Assassination! Atticus would have mentioned this idea if his head hadn’t slammed into a corner the next second and knocked him unconscious.

On Boston Legal, he's just so cute. I mean cute like watching an old lady pissing off a driver by crossing the street incredibly slowly

I love everything about ds9 except those damn bajorans. They're always whining! :blink:

If the pope does his business in the woods and bears do too, who would win the battle for territory marking?

Union Labour: You Get What You Pay For :blink:

Remember when Saturday Night Live was actually funny? Yeah you feel old now don't ya?

Did good tonight man. We'll put off firing you for another week :D

Welcome back G-Man! :D