Friday, October 24, 2003
( 12:09 PM ) by David Barker
Enterprise Without The 'The'
Okay, PaulK, here's my POV.
Me saying Enterprise ralfs means that while I really wanted to like it and gave it chance after chance, they failed.
Many things collude to make me want to slap Rick Berman and Brannon Braga two or three times each
To wit, a list:
1) the horrible storytelling
2) the Saturday morning cartoon plot contrivances
3) the wasted opportunities (again and again) to exploit everything established by the previous series (and tossing them all away by saying 'oh, First Contact changed the timeline' when we know what the Federation's official policy is on changed timelines...)
4) either not enough decontamination scenes or too many, I'm not sure yet
5) the hugely stupid 'American Cowboys in Space' attitude; a plot device to show why the Vulcans are so paternalistic? Maybe. But Archer never learns.
6) the irritating fact there are exceptions to the bad storytelling (still bad even for American television science fiction, but better than the series average) like Carbon Creek and Extinction (title? Archer et al changed by virus to extinct natives hunting for lost subterranean city).
They can do better. They have done better. They don't have to because they have a religious fan-base and a lowest common denominator target ideal.
That's why I want to slap them.
Friday, October 17, 2003
( 12:29 PM ) by David Barker
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Draft Wesley Crusher For The Next American Presidential Race! Time Travel And Everything!
Kid I you not, I got this off Wil Wheaton's website. NB, not his project.
Life is wonderful. Amidst all the BS and seriousness and serious BS, there is laughter. Maybe not at what's really funny, but at what could be funny.
Wil Wheaton has a serious sense of humour about himself and his past. He has a great future.
I gotta read his book.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
( 3:14 PM ) by David Barker
Had We But World Enough, And Time, To Get My Name Spelled Correctly...
When I was in high school, Jack Langedyk (yes, that Jack Langedyk) worked on an ecology project for the local paper. They spelled his last name correctly. They spelled mine wrong. But when my older sister got her name in the paper, they spelled it right.
Okay, so I used the handle 'dwjoyes' a lot on the web; it's my initials and my mother's maiden name, which I once thought had a history, but doesn't, at least not the one I thought.
Well, I used it to leave a comment on the Toronto Star's comment boards, and they spelled it wrong! Jones! It says so much about the state of their technology - imagine rant here.
( 10:18 AM ) by David Barker
Former Actor And California Governor-Elect Helena Handbasket...
I got nuthin'
Saturday, October 04, 2003
( 3:53 PM ) by David Barker
Stranger In A Strange Land. Indeed.
I am reading Robert Heinlein's Stranger In A Strange Land for the second time in about thirty years, and have come to a startling - and very science-fictiony- conclusion; this is not the same book that I read in high school - even though this book is very possibly from the same early 1970s printing or printing range as the one I read back then. It has been completely changed. I cannot account for things as they are in any other way.
This one is comic and satirical, with cunning and wise jabs at politics, society, even human nature. It makes me laugh unexpectedly and I can't wait to get back to it if I have to put it down for a while. I sincerely like the characters, even when I don't know why the hell they're doing what they're doing, rather like my friends in that regard.
I've 'always' liked Heinlein's Friday, except the last two or three pages, even still, after recently re-reading for about the dozenth time. His early stuff never appealed to me as an adult, although some of his juvenile stuff, like Farmer in the Sky was quite good for me in high school.
I know people keep writing after they're dead, like L. Ron Hubbard and J.R.R Tolkien, but to have them completely replace a book they published when alive is rather interesting - something very twenty-first century about it, futuristic even, as if Heinlein knew I'd like this version better when I was forty-six then the one I read when I was fifteen.