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Happy 30th Anniversary Of Me Watching My 1st Episode of TXF (I’m pretty sure)
I didn’t watch TXF regularly until season 5 or so, and for my own reasons, I’ve always tried to remember what the literal actual first ep I ever saw was.
Although I was in high school when it started, for four seasons of the show I was in college (yes, yes, yes, very old, yes), and I know I watched it for the first time at home with my parents, not in the dorms. My parents have never met a police procedural show they didn’t want to watch (then and now), so they’d been watching it while I was away at college. And I vaguely remember being at home on a break and my mom describing the concept and saying they liked the characters, but that it was a little supernatural for them—that she thought it was more my kind of thing.
مكنتش مصدقة ان اليوم دة هيعدي وإن المادة الحقيرة دي هتعدي، الحمدلله انقذتني العناية الإلهية كالعادة اللي خلتني اقدر انام كويس ليلتها من غير توتر 💜 يوم جميل وهادي وخفيف بطعم الميكس بيري 💜
فاينلي خريجة الا مادة كمان ومشروع 😁🎓
Why Revenge of the Sith remains my personal favorite Star Wars movie
I think one of the main reasons I have such a fondness for Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith in particular amongst the entire saga (controversial opinion I know, but ROTS is my personal favorite Star Wars film period...) is because of the experience I had with this movie as a kid growing up!
Wounds: jumpscare.
Another personal piece today, huge yikes! /nbh, this isn't a vague, just a memory piece inspired by Radiohead's Black Star. Luckily I'm much happier now. I might start posting personal art with this style, even some system stuff. It'll be much more positive!
07/06/2025
كتت ساعتها في اعدادي وكانت اول مرة اروح معرض الكتاب وكانت ماما معايا مكنش في دماغي حاجة غير اني عايزة اجيب كل مجلات ميكي الكبيرة دي وعايزة أكل وهي عمالة تقولي بصي الرواية دي بتتكلم عن ايه طيب بصي دي وتحكيلي عن الرواية الفلانية اللي هي قراتهم وهي صغيرة او في السنة اللي الكتاب الفلاني اتكتب فبها وعارفها ساعتهم كانو بكام ؟
دلوقتي وانا قاعدة بفتكر كان نفسي لو ذاكرتي كانت اقوي من كده ولو صوتها كان اوضح لو كنت سجلت كل الحروف اللي خرجت منها عشان لنا افتكر تبقي كل الاحداث أوضح...
وطبعا دماغي كانت اصغر من اني استوعب الروايات اللي هي بتقولي عليها دي بس ماما كعادتها حبت تراضيني وميكي اللي شبت فيهم بقو عندي ومعاهم الروايات اللي هي اقتراحتهم عشان هي شايفه ان هيجي وقت وهقرأهم فعلا ووجودهم قدامي هيخلي عندي فضول اعرفهم ...
ماما كان معاها حق لان رواية ورا رواية اتسرسبو جوايا كده يعني اختيارها حقيقي كان في محله وكانت اجازة الصيف دي بالنسبالي مختلفة ...كل البيت ينام وانا قاعدة مسحولة في عالم تاني مختلف
والشئ التاني اللي ندمانه عليه دلوقتي اني مكنتش بكتب عن الروايات اللي عدت عليا واني كنت بديهم لي اي حد يطلبهم مني ولحد دلوقتي مرجعوليش 🤦♀️
ومعرفش اي الترابط بين اللحظة الحالية وبين الذكريات اللي هلت عليا دلوقتي بس في حاجات كتير عايزة احكيهالك يا زينب وفي روايات كتير عايزة اقولك عنهم زي ما عودتني 🤍
When I was a kid, on a cruise with my parents -- to Alaska, I think? -- I made a practice of lurking in the cruise ship’s shitty little “library.” Like you do. And, in the course of combing it for anything that might plausibly be interesting, I found this book.
I remember a lot of details, or at least think I remember them. I can’t tell how much of this I’m actually getting wrong. I’ve been unable to find any leads on any of it, even in this miraculous age of Perfect Internet Knowledge, which is causing me to feel like maybe I’m crazy and just hallucinated the whole thing somehow.
Anyway. Point is, if any of this rings any kind of bell, please let me know, I’d be extremely grateful.
Treasure at the End of Time is a tiny pulpy paperback sci-fi book, published in (I believe) the ‘60s or ‘70s.
It’s...dreck, pure extruded genre-fiction product, and ridiculously hackneyed in a way that nothing today could possibly get away with. The hero is a red-haired barbarian warrior from a jungle planet who fights with “twin ion-forged swords.” The main villain is a mincing albino aristocrat.
The main plot involves our hero and his party finding a way to time-travel to the final moments of the universe, so that they can retrieve the titular “treasure at the end of time,” which was put there by wise aliens. It turns out, no lie, that all they find is a hologram explaining that the real treasure is friendship and bravery.
But right before that happens, while they’re actually time-traveling, there’s a two-page segment where you see the entire history of the universe speeding by in super-fast-forward. I remember this as being weirdly and hauntingly beautiful, and very good at conveying a sense of “even the most glorious works of man last for no time at all in the face of eternity,” and being like 5000% better than anything else in the book.
Is any of this real? Anyone? Help...