Ah, writing. When all else—I suppose whenever the server's back up, I can publish these posts and link back to that one from July I recently revised—has lost its luster, I always have this. (And running.) So what if they're sermons no one will hear, there's some consolation in copyright.

Been dining to the Dungeons & Dragons DVD's I imported in a moment of nostalgia, and although Advent Children just about killed the notion with its sheer fan-service perfection, I still entertain a fanciful dream of revisiting the series, I dunno, Battlestar Galactica-style. Or maybe more like the Dark Knight Returns, set a few years in their future, with the kids more "grown-up" …mostly because I want hot chicks cast as Sheila and Diana (at least to remove once and for all any concerns over pedophilia), and some hot-headed muscle-head to fill in Bobby's harness and swing his club. Requiem either happened or didn't, doesn't matter; Venger's history, but Tiamat or that one-off ultimate evil whatchamacallit from the last season is threatening the land, and the gang has to get back together.

I first thought it'd be sellable enough with them having gone their separate ways, never having escaped the D&D realm, Eric an Arthur-like figure in his very own Camelot (complete, yes, with Presto), Hank gone all Aragorn, Uni fully-grown and due for a magnificent entrance, but with the Matrix et al. these days, they'd probably have to dust off their relics and revive their roles from the real world. But then they wouldn't have had the time to become bad-asses at their jobs. Maybe this was the real world all along—!

Come on, it can't be as bad as my idea for a J-Drama surreptitiously based around a Pokémon reunion.

Arianna's right to make fun of the pecking order over at Al Qaeda, which surely can't be much different than the Village's. And speaking of No. 2, so the "Hammer"'s been indicted. Let us now see if it's the anvil that prevails.

How prescient was that conflict? Ask Frank Black (I watched Millenium all weekend), and the name's more befitting the bad guys. I'll always remember Max stuck with the Chief in the portable Cone of Silence; like the Benny Hill gag where two crooks were disguised in different legs of the same pair of pantyhose.