Category Archives: Babylon 5

I have not forgotten the rewatch that I promised here and which you were probably giving up on as abandoned. forgive me I had house guests so entertaining and so analog. – o0o – I need to watch the episode … Continue reading →

Mal: But it ain’t all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I’m about to say. River: I do. But I like to … Continue reading →

Never believe in a meritocracy in which no one is funny-looking. —Teresa Nielsen Hayden In the last episode, we brushed up against one of the persistent themes of the series: vocation. Draal was called to the Machine, both by Varn’s … Continue reading →

Live with a man forty years. Share his house, his meals. Speak on every subject. Then tie him up, and hold him over the volcano’s edge. And on that day, you will finally meet the man. — Xian Yu, as … Continue reading →

The Rule about Movies: 1. It has to have at least two women in it 2. Who talk to each other 3. About something besides a man —The Bechdel Test Watching Babylon 5, I frequently find myself thinking about that … Continue reading →

Ostensibly, this is a “story arc” episode, where the consequences of past choices come back to haunt the crew of Babylon 5. Having sent Bester about his business in Mind War, reinterpreted the Rush Act in By Any Means Necessary, … Continue reading →

When he tugged off his belt, made a loop in it, and moved clumsily toward her, the unicorn was more pleased than frightened. The man knew what she was, and what he himself was for: to hoe turnips and pursue … Continue reading →

I think this is the first episode of Babylon 5 that’s not lived up to my memories of it. I wouldn’t say the Suck Fairy’s done more than pop by it for a cup of tea, but the Meh Fairy … Continue reading →

Between the essence And the descent Falls the Shadow —The Hollow Men, TS Eliot I’m a huge fan of roller coasters. And one of the best parts of every ride, for me, is when the cars have been cranked all … Continue reading →

…can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? —Henry V, Act I, Prologue You know, the problem Shakespeare’s referring to doesn’t … Continue reading →