This is sounding like the end of The Prisoner. "Lets give the writers the last of the drugs all at once and then lat Patrick McGoohan film whatever he wants and we'll wind this up."

Now I'm envisioning Sam waking up in The Village, stepping out and someone saying, "Hello number Five."

Okay, I had no idea Marsters looked that much like Aldrin.

"Actually, Aldrin stole his look from... never mind."

When I was catching up with this thread I was convinced that you were punking us, tiggy. Then I googled and was stunned. Haven't watched yet, but now I have to. I wasn't committed to the show so I am finding it all rather amusing. Mars, huh.

So Marsters played a Spike, and now he's playing a Buzz. Any bets on him playing a character named Mullet some day?

With LoM, I was fine up until the moment he hung up the phone and I realized there were still ten minutes left. That's when I got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

You know, once the American version stopped paralleling the Brit episodes and sort of struck out on its own, I felt as if it was working and hitting a creative stride-- the last ten minutes sent that all out the window. As a writer, I was so mightily offended because it was just flat out the easy way. Let's tidy up all the loose ends with this WTF Holy Mother of GOD ending rather than allowing him to stay in 1973 because that would have required, you know, actual WORK to explain what might happen.

Dear God, this may drive me to fic, in order to fix it for myself. Feh.

Oh, please do!

Yeah, the US writers went for the silly while the British writers went for the gut-wrenching.

Any bets on him playing a character named Mullet some day?

Better than a Muttonchop or a Fu Manchu.

Flattop? DA?

Ambrose Burnside, of course! (He's the one sideburns were named after.)