Episode Report Card Erin: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Careless Memories
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.12.2002
Mama Hari goes on to say something about how every musical note has a corresponding frequency, which means that any piece of music can be expressed as a series of numbers. Sark's looking for a music box designed by none other than Rambaldi. The box plays a unique tune. Encoded within the tune is an equation. For what, you may ask? Why, for zero point energy. What's zero point energy? Why, it's a fuel source whose military applications alone would be unlimited.
Did you know that there are over twenty websites listed on Google that deal with zero point energy? Did you know there are actually people out there devising devices that would USE zero point energy if it could actually be harnessed? Did you know that sometimes I turn off all the lights, drink a bottle of Liquid Drano, and have conversations with my radiator about quantum physics? ["[Raises hand.]" -- Sars]
Syd kind of doubts the whole "music box leads to alternative fuel source equation" scenario, and says as much. Mama Hari's all, of course the music won't play if you don't have the right combo. Sark was toiling over deciphering of the code but, like, no one knows if he nailed it or not. Syd's all, fine. See ya. Not so fast, Syd. Mama Hari wants to delve into your shared past for a moment. Even though you expressly told her that this was off limits. Specifically, Irina wants to discuss that time when Ms. Adams encouraged little Sydney to audition for the school's Thanksgiving play. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," says Mama Hari, running her fingers over her mouth in a manner that is NOT befitting a PTA mother. "But in the twenty years since I last saw you, I've often wondered...what part did you play?" Sydney, very clearly keeping her emotions in check, says rather coldly, "I don't remember. It was around the time I was told my mother had died. Everything else is a blur." Ooooh. Frosty! There's a shared moment of chilly emotion between the two women, as if Syd's made up her mind not to be a blubbering mama's girl and Irina's made up her mind to try to squeeze out a few subzero tears just to convince her daughter that she's for real. Then Syd leaves and we're left with Irina's reflection in the glass, contemplating whether or not, the next time Sydney visits, she should bring up the Easter Parade that Sydney's soccer coach encouraged Syd to march in while wearing a huge basket on her head full of multi-colored eggs.
Break time. Dudes? I love Bonnie Hunt and all, but her show? Gives new meaning to the word "ass-tastic." Boy, it's bad. I had trouble reaching for the remote the other night because Viggo and I were so hungover that just thinking about changing the channel threw us into complete catatonia and we were forced to sit through Life With Bonnie. It was so awful that Viggo risked bruising his brain matter and actually threw the remote through the picture tube. If he didn't look so damn hot in his flannel pajama bottoms, I totally would have yelled at him for breaking my TV.
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