TV is ruined

I have never been as scared in my life as I was in V: The Final Battle when the lady gave birth to the baby...and everyone thought he was a human and that the lizard hadn't procreated...and then he flicked his tongue. I swear, I screamed so loud I must have woken up the entire state. Didn't sleep a wink that night and rambled all day the next day to my fellow fifth-graders how the lizard baby scared the ever holy hell out of me.

Shit. That really messed me up.

 

Yeah, they were pretty blatant with the Nazi thing. Sympathizers turning people over to the Visitors. I think there was even a concentration camp survivor that helped a family escape capture.

 

Your memories are both correct, OOP and BYH.

(V makes strange bedfellows` . . . )

What's funny about the alien birth is that the tongue, to my recollection, flung out dramatially. Watching it now, it looks like an effect. Ah, the mind of a nine-year-old.



MY search for the baby's twin, the lizard which died soon after, bore no fruit.

 

I give thee Enos.

 

Looks like another sleepless night coming my way.

I'll hunt you down, find you and fight you for this, Piotr. After I catch up to my sleep, of course.

 

My mom still probably has the worksheet from kindergarten listing my favorite things. Favorite TV show: Enos. Some great taste I had.

Oh, and my latest love offering.

 

The lizard baby was the moment V went from excellent drama to cheese.

I like you too, BYH.

;D ;D ;D

And, for what it's worth . . .I'll now be seeing the lizard baby in my dreams tonight. The wife will make fun of me wanting to keep the light on . . .