"There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
-- Nick Stahl as John Conner, Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines
"To each generation," Samson tells us, "was born a creature of light and a creature of darkness." "In every generation," Giles said, "there is a Chosen One." "And unto all the generations," sayeth Our Lord Tubey, "Aaron shall be called forth to recap a show about religious freaks in the desert."
So it is written, and so it shall be done.
We all have our roles to play here at Television Without Pity, I suppose. Miss Alli does reality TV, Stee sticks to crappy MTV, and Alex Richmond is known far and wide as our show killer extraordinaire. (Interesting side note: Alex Richmond has killed a total of nine shows. Kim has actually k i l l e d ten ). My own career, however, is proving somewhat harder to categorize. The simplistic answer is to merely call me "HBO's Bitch," but a deeper analysis would seem to indicate The Lord working in some very mysterious ways. "The Lord," of course, being Sars in this case. After all, I've been made to recap spoons and goons and giant buffoons, not to mention Boon, still more Dune, and Claire de Lune (UK readers should feel free to insert their own "sexed-up" Geoff Hoon joke here). And now at long last the two great threads of my recapping history have merged here with Carnivàle, as HBO gives us a show about -- you guessed it -- religious freaks in the desert. It can only be fate, right? Right?