We open on the San Andreas Fault, so full marks there. Spooky music and Nimoy talking in urgent tones. Shots of buildings and surveyors. When will the next great earthquake strike.
Yay! Disaster porn! My third favourite type of porn, after foodporn and gifs of industrial lathes.
Anyway, shots of beaches, Golden Gate Bridge, deserts, freeways. Is this California? Nimoy says 'yes'. Having moved from his 'earthquakes are going to kill us all' urgency, he settles gently into a sonorous explanation of fault lines. It's lovely and the shots of the Fault itself. I've heard a lot about the effects of the Fault, but I have to admit I had no idea what the Fault itself actually looked like until now -- like a seam where the Earth was sewn shut or something. ...continue reading "In Search Of…s04e14 The San Andreas Fault"
It sat in the cafeteria, swimming -- though out of water. It swam through a head, a brain… the brain of an air breather. The host was strange – its blood was warm, its skeleton internal. Instead of an armour of interlocking plates, it had a soft skin like a worm. And yet it would do. It would do!
Barry Hodges sat in the Trilobite Park cafeteria, drinking the worst coffee he'd ever tasted and listening to really lazily written narration from the prehistoric ghost-trilobite or whatever the Hell it was that had taken up residence in his head. To make matters worse, he couldn't manage to get Captain Pete to sit down with him and finish the paperwork. All in all, it was turning into a pretty shitty day.