No, sorry. The readers are the real losers. They’re the ones getting scammed.

It’s not like book farms are a new thing; they’ve been doing them in Science Fiction for 50 years. Arthur C. Clarke, Anne McCaffrey, and Jerry Pournelle are three ‘big name’ writers I can think of, off hand.
And then there’s the whole ‘shared world’ deal. It started as a one-off and became a whole industry. George R.R.…

There’s a comment somewhere on the ‘Making of Star Wars’ documentary from one of the three leads, “We kept threatening to tie George up and make him read his own dialog.”
Yeah, he sucks at it.

My first gen Honda CRX was front disk/rear drum. Strangely, it was the front discs that gave me problems. I was always changing the pads, and having the disks turned to get rid of warping.

Easy, follow the one simple rule they don’t teach you in driver’s ed: assholes always have the right of way. Just let them get to wherever they’re going that makes them so damned important.

Hee, hee! I’m 5'2" and the one time I sat in an Espirit at a British Car show it felt perfect.

Bluebottle hands Eccles cardboard sausage.

So you want QNX? Good choice.

And also included what has been called “The Greatest Shot in Television”

The Chris Langham episode was great, because he was a staff writer and well-known in the UK but unheard of in the US. So a lot of the jokes were, “Who is this guy?”

Absolutely f’king awesome, but not The Muppet Show.

Shut up Eckles! (too obscure?)

You bite your tongue! The man was a comic genius! Listen to any episode of The Goon Show if you don’t believe me. 

I need to hear Viggo as Aragorn do the “St. Crispin’s Day” speech. That would be awesome.

Flag and report all her seditious tweets. Get her banned.

That’s the NSA, but close enough.

I had two choices for my driving test: the Plymouth Gran Fury Custom Suburban Station Wagon (22 feet long, seats 8 with 2 in the rear jumpseat) or the Datsun F10, the worst Nissan ever made. The station wagon was too big for me, so I had to learn the 5-speed of the F10. Loads of driving trips with my father, who was a…

Sorry, no. Three words from Edward Woodward and she’d be quaking in her boots.

If a Trump falls in the forest ...

And we don’t even have Alec Guinness to track him down any more.