“I came back for my own purposes,” said the Time Traveler, looking around my booklined study. “I chose you to talk to because it was . . . convenient. And I don’t want you to do a goddamned thing. There’s nothing you can do. But relax . . . we’re not going to be talking about personal things. Such as, say, the year, day, and hour of your death. I don’t even know that sort of trivial information, although I could look it up quickly enough. You can release that white-knuckled grip you have on the edge of your desk.” I tried to relax. “What do you want to talk about?” I said. “The Century War,” said the Time Traveler. I blinked and tried to remember some history. “You mean the Hundred Year War? Fifteenth Century? Fourteenth? Sometime around there. Between . . . France and England? Henry V? Kenneth Branagh? Or was it . . .” “I mean the Century War with Islam,” interrupted the Time Traveler. “Your future. Everyone’s.” He was no longer smiling. Without asking, or offering to pour me any, he
I have been asked about Takeshi's Castle a number of times, but I am under the impression that the show is quite old. It certainly isn't aired anywhere around here anymore, and the snippets I have seen appear late-80s, early-90s in style, clothes, and hair-dos. (Hair-don'ts, more like).
ReplyDeletePeek around a bit more here, and you'll find a girl-idol band that is wearing pork hats and being stalked by a komodo dragon on a live set.
"Normal"? Not really. Common? Yeah, pretty much.
I wanna see the MAKE article on this.
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