Some Silly Blake's 7 Thingies
Here lies Blake, bullets in his chest
Shot by a friend who was somewhat stressed.
-- KJA (Thu, 12 Mar 1998)
There was a young woman called Dayna
Whose weapons got smaller and plainer
Her teeth they were loaded
And one day exploded
And of Dayna there was no remain'er.
-- KJA, Sun 29 Dec 1996 ( Invented by Kathryn, Sandra, Duncan and James, while washing dishes after a large helping of B7 (and pancakes). Posted on being challenged to find a rhyme for "Dayna" - of course, you have to be Australian for it to rhyme.)
There was a fine rebel called Roj Blake
Who once made a terrible mis-take
Avon he decieved
And successfully peeved
So he died at the hand of a fruitcake.
(not that I think Avon was a fruitcake really, it just made a good rhyme.)
-- KJA (Fri, 5 Feb 1999)
All I needed to know about the Universe I learned from Blake's 7
by Felina Archer
- Reality is a dangerous concept.
- Having defined the problem, the first step towards a solution is the acquisition of data.
- The choice is very simple - you can either fight, or you can die.
- Change is inevitable... Why else do we fight?
- Dignity, at all costs, dignity.
- Trust is only dangerous if you have to rely on it.
- He who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.
- There is no logical reason why aliens should be hairy.
- All knowledge is valuable.
- Any very talented person could have done it.
- Heroics seldom run to schedule.
- It is frequently easier to be honest when you have nothing to lose.
- On Earth it is considered ill mannered to kill your friends while committing suicide.
- Civilization has always depended on courtesy rather than truth.
- I am not expendable, I am not stupid, and I am not going.
- Don't launch any theories until you've tested the water.
- Show me someone who believes in anything, and I will show you a fool.
- In the end, your word is all there is, really.
- Some days are better than others, Section Leader.
- The only thing you can make me do is die.
- All that patience gets you is older.
- Regret is part of being alive, but make it a small part.
- You should always be careful about getting a second-hand spacecraft.
- No good deed goes unpunished.
- Nobody is indispensible.
- Luck has nothing to do with it.
- There are times when even the most cynical must trust in luck.
- Everyone's entitled to one, really bad, mistake.
- There are other rules - but you'll find out what they are when you break them.
Posted to Blake's 7 Mailing List, Mon, 15 Mar 1999
Once upon a time, last year, when I was having a Really Bad Time trying to write Part 2 of "Winning Is The Only Safety", the following dripped from my pen. It has been sitting on my hard drive ever since, unworthy to be called a story, since it's so short. Maybe it's a joke, or something.
And if Mistral can post filks about Travis's love life, then I can be foolish/brave enough to post this.
"You broke Orac!" Avon screamed at the hapless thief. "I'm gonna kill you!" With that he unsheathed the sword which he had already learned how to conceal about his person, and took a vicious swipe at Vila.
But Vila wasn't there. He had vanished into thin air. Avon gaped the blank spot where Vila had been cringing just a moment before.
Vila spluttered and gasped. One moment he was being threatened by Avon, the next, he was drowning in a bloody great ocean.
(cue music for the new Tomorrow People theme)
- Fri, 19 Mar 1999 15:20:27 +1100 (EST)
Upon Hearing A Friend's Desire To Never Write Filk Again...
(you know who you are, you enjoyed it, I thought maybe the List would like it too)
(with apologies to W. Shakespeare)
To filk or not to filk? That is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
or take up arms against a sea of seriousness,
and by opposing, end them? To filk, to write;
No more; and, by a word to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural frowns
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To filk, to write;
To write: perchance to be known: ay, there's the rub;
For in those words of filk what repute may come
When we have placed ourselves before the world
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long silence
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The boring hours, the proud man's discourse,
The pangs of hot debate, the mail's delay,
The insolence of trekkies, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might the silence break
With a bare keyboard? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after filk,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than to fly to others that we know not of?
Battle Hymn of the Andromedan Republic
This has been moved.
- Thu, 30 Mar 2000 19:33:38 +0100 (BST)
A Commander's Lot
(to the tune of A Policeman's Lot by Mr. Gilbert and Mr. Sullivan)
This also has been moved.
(inspired by watching Seek-Locate-Destroy)
(typed by Kathryn, with Judith peering over shoulder making comments)
(okay, making snide comments)
(she said it, not me)
K & J
- Sat, 1 Apr 2000 17:03:15 +0100 (BST)
Que Sera Sera
This has been moved too.