Keep an Eye to the Sky

Do you remember way back in 2013, when Pepper and I had first relocated to Moogie's Manor? I reported that we had been invaded by swarms of houseflies. I mean swarms! They all seemed to find their way to the master bath, probably because there's a skylight in there and they just followed the natural sunlight.

Well, they're baaaaack. Only this time there are multitudes more! We've been swatting and cussing and sweeping up fly carcasses all over the bathroom (and some in the kitchen!).

Up until this afternoon, I believed  they're government drones intent on discovering Pepper's and my (alleged) scheme to take over save the world. But something new is happening today.

Instead of me having to swat (or squish -- ewwwww!) them, they're just falling out of the air. Kind of like the alien machines did in War of the Worlds.

So now I think they might be from Pluto. The Plutonians are miffed at being  de-(and, potentially, re-)planetized, and don't like that nosy New Horizons spacecraft snapping all those pictures of them before they've had their coffee, so they're seeking revenge on Queen Moogie and her Consort.

Or maybe they're just drones. Or houseflies.

Either way, I'm content as long as they keep falling from the sky.

When is housefly season over anyway?

Perhaps Moogie should have skipped that second cup of coffee today.

If You Meet a Guy Named John Connor . . .

So, this weird new Posting screen appeared today.  I think the machines are taking over -- be on the lookout for Skynet. 

I'm going to try to ignore it.

A Saga's Spin-off, in Black and White

Anyone whose "grandmother name" (and, obviously, whose blog name) is "Moogie" must be a science fiction fan, right?  Absolutely, positively right!  And my interest extends way beyond Star Trek, Star Wars,  Isaac Asimov,  Robert Heinlein, and Orson Scott Card. 

I also love bad, black and white, B-grade movies -- detective, horror, classic slapstick, early Sci-fi.  I cut my teeth on them at my Daddy's knee, then kept the tradition alive by forcing The Son to watch them on cable with me in the wee hours of the morning, thus warping him right along with me.

That's why stumbling across this video made my day!  It's rife with Star Wars references, sci-fi nuances (like time-space continuum stuff -- "not yet, anyway!"), and bad B-grade private eye dialogue.

I hope you get as big a kick out of "Ben Kenobi: Private Jedeye"
as I did. 
Egad, I'm easily entertained!


Stolen from Bad Example.