THE GREAT WAR IN THE AIR: ACES OF THE WESTERN FRONT
Some plane geek holds forth, knowledgeably, for about THREE HOURS. I love it.
THE GREAT WAR IN THE AIR: ACES OF THE WESTERN FRONT
Some plane geek holds forth, knowledgeably, for about THREE HOURS. I love it.
P-Frank notes “that while The Who has lost a drummer and a bassist, the only surviving members of the Beatles are a drummer and a bassist,” and describes the obvious solution as “a license to print money.”
I link to this only in the interests of supporting any subsequent lawsuits seeking remuneration for Mr. Frank as the originator of this world-threatening concept, and not by any means as an endorsement of the concept, as mash-up friendly as it indeed is.
El Misterio de los Pantalones Festivos, at AskMe.
I’m quite happy with the unexpected Battlestar Galactica. Jutst moments ago, a scene played whcih quoted, in order, “Alien,” the Butthole Surfers song “Cherub,” and the Kubrick/Clarke fillum “2001.” These nods, however, do not constitute the basis oof my interest, but as the dramatic equivalent of an amusing storefront sin on the Simpsons.
“I see bodies.”