Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
Showing posts with label Fringe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fringe. Show all posts
Thursday, June 06, 2013
Walter meets Buckaroo Banzai; talks about God
Why I loved this show.
Oh, Walter, how I miss you.
Here's the song Buckaroo was playing at the beginning of that scene.
I've been on this huge 80s synthpop kick lately. Whatever happened to Gary Numan, anyway? I heard he quit showbiz and got a respectable job.
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Wednesday, January 30, 2013
When you are worried and things seem to be going badly...
when the Apocalypse is getting you down,
...Alison Moyet.
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Labels:
Fringe,
to soothe a savage breast
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Dad
I freely admit to being a lousy Catholic. I know all the stuff, but it just sort of sits all the time on the surface while all The Bad bubbles away underneath. Can't help it.
And why? Well, as cliched as it sounds, it's the Dad thing. I got Dad-issues; who doesn't? Sue me.
It's probably why I got so obsessed with Fringe and the Walter/Peter thing.
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Sunday, November 04, 2012
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