According to Gerry Anderson's Space: 1999, anyway!
This is scary. I was watching this show before many of you were born. And now here it is, 1999. It seemed such a long way away back then. . .
Want to know more about yesteday's futures? Go to Echoes of Futures Past.
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"Just because you're floating doesn't mean you haven't drowned."
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They Might Be Giants
Does anyone besides me remember UFO or The Starlost?
And I'm still waiting for my flying car. I hope it gets here before I'm too senile to appreciate it!
--Baloo
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In the race against ignorance, ignorance has a head start.
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Outside of a dog, a book is a mans best friend. Inside of a dog, it's to dark to read. Groucho Marx
Besides, the Johns almost pushed the button to either A) erase the moon from history or B) set off the bomb in the Man's head, exploding the moon.
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Elim Garak: "Oh, it's just Garak. Plain, simple Garak. Now, good day to you, Doctor. I'm so glad to have made such an... interesting new friend today." (DS9: "Past Prologue")
I mean, will have taken place. No, did would going to happened. Would-will might else to been.
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For the past few years, I've been dreading 13 September 1999 as a potentially very unhappy day---
As a little boy, I loved this weird new "sci-fi" show called Space 1999, thought it was the coolest thing ever...and one day did the math of how old I would be in the far away year 1999.
I remember standing on the street corner just two blocks from school when I realized...Wow, I'll be really old. I tried to imagine what that would be like, what I would be like.
Now it's just days away, and I've gotta say, this isn't what I had in mind. The future ain't what it used to be, and that single moment of youthful optimism {rich with opportunity that will never come again} haunts me every year in mid-September. This year worst of all.
Gotta love Space: 1999, if only to collapse into hysterics at every feeble attempt at technobabble preceded by a wary "Oooo, I dunno John...!"
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Oh Mr Rasberry, so sharp your juices!
Don't feel bad Xen, I turn 40 next year, and it's not what I thought it would be either.
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Outside of a dog, a book is a mans best friend. Inside of a dog, it's to dark to read. Groucho Marx
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HMS White Star (your local friendly agent of Chaos:-) )