FADE IN INT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT MATTHEW and THE QUEEN are sitting on a couch in their living room, 20 minutes into the Season 2.5 finale of BATTLESTAR GALACTIC. They both appear to be ON EDGE, as if ANTICIPATING something. SOUND EFFECT: THE DISTANT RATTLE OF A TINY HAND STRUGGLING TO TURN AN ADULT-SIZED DOORKNOB The ratting continues
Iraqi Invasion: A Text Misadventure Revision 88 / Serial number 54892 Oval Office You are standing inside a White House, having just been elected to the presidency of the United States. You knew Scalia would pull through for you. There is a large desk here, along with a few chairs and couches. The presidential seal is in the middle of
I walked into the kitchen this morning to find The Queen groggily gathering coffee-making accoutrements. "Wha'cha gonna do wit all dat junk?" I asked her. "All dat junk inside yo trunk?" She scowled at me as a reminder of the household's "no conversation before caffeine" rule, but then asked, "What are you saying?" "No no, that was all wrong" I
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While running today, a tiny bug flew directly into my eye. When I opened my mouth to curse, three or four more went straight down my throat. I don't want to sound conspiratorial but the whole thing felt like a set-up, like a miniature Rebel Alliance staging a coordinated assault on the Death Star of my head.