Showing posts with label sci fi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sci fi. Show all posts

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween, Ladies!

Once again, the veil between the worlds is thin, the Other Side is closer than it's been all year, and all we can think about is how to win that costume contest or keep up with the 20-somethings' drinking games.

Last night, Bizarro, J-Net and I went out in costume to see the freaks and the happenings in downtown City on the Edge of Forever. We were early, for starters, so mostly we saw respectable people in respectable clothes just after their wine and tapas. They did not look amused. J-Net flipped them the bird, I vaporized them with my ray gun, and Bizarro would've shrunk their clothes until their buttons popped off with his sonic screwdriver except he left it in the TARDIS.

We finally found a hip place where people were in costume - many homemade and very creative - and happily slurped our Strongbow ciders until we decided to eat. By the time we left to head over to the waffle place, the uptight theatre goers were in bed. The freaky Halloweenists (that moniker via some drunk in one of the towny bars we hit) were out and the vibe was much more relaxed and tinged with anticipation. Ah yes, to be young and in costume on Halloween Eve!

After our snack, we did a little funk-da-fying with a local funk and soul band before completely petering out (because we're old) and heading back to the car. However, the good times kept rolling with J-Net's totally rad cassette tape of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" which we blasted as we drove through the quiet, sleepy streets of the City on the Edge of Forever. It was like being seventeen all over again. Except that we weren't smoking, we stopped at every stop sign, and we were all in bed by 1:00 a.m.

Sunday, May 09, 2010

Almost there...

The end is in sight...semester is just about done. Meanwhile, enjoy:

Monday, February 15, 2010

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Tron 2.0

I am so excited there's a sequel to this awesome computer animation classic, with original cast as well as a few younger faces, including Olivia Wilde (hubba hubba!). Read all about it.

Bring on the light bikes, grid bugs and those scary Recognizers (aka "stompers")! I dare you to derezz me!

More Tron goodness here.



For years I've wanted to walk into my classroom an announce, "Greetings, Programs!" Now I'll be able to and someone might actually know what I'm talking about.

Friday, September 26, 2008



Any Sleestak reference is blogworthy, as far as I'm concerned. (Anyone out there NOT know what a Sleestak is?)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

20 Worst Best Sci Fi Movies

From Io9.com.

The Fifth Element doesn't belong on a Worst list, IMHO.
Day 3 of being on the couch. This virus is kicking my ass. I did get up and take a shower, eat breakfast, fix a cup of tea, in hopes that it would give me the push to get to work, at least for a couple hours, but no go. My sinuses hurt like a muther and I can't stop sneezing or blowing my nose. And I'm just tired and miserable. So. Here I am. Another beautiful Indian summer day and I'm stuck on the godsdamn couch.

At least there's food in the house. And I have plenty of cold drugs, Riccola and hard-ass lozenges, 2 new boxes of soft tissue, and a full bottle of Tylenol. And of course, mounds of tea. Irish Breakfast for the morning, Echinacea Cold Care for the afternoon.

I finished writing that Space: 1999 novella I started in February. It just needs some technobabble added to it, and I have a source for that (a guy into the tech stuff for sci fi and 1999 in particular. His site for 1999 is on the sidebar.)

I know it's just a piece of fan fiction, but it was a great experience for me, to write something that long beginning to end, and go through the revision process. It helped me to apply screenwriting to prose writing - especially dialogue. In screenwriting there's a mantra: cut, cut, cut. Even when you think it's "just right," you cut. Too much talky dialogue not only makes a shitty movie, it makes a boring read. Too much over-explanation, or driving home the same idea over and over, or, worst of all, relentless exposition, will suck the marrow out of any story. So this was a great experience for me to not let that happen to my story. At least, I think I accomplished that much. I essentially wrote something the length and breadth of an episode (the concept and story are mine) but without the "cut to commercial cliff-hangers with ominous horns."

As to my sci fi script - I have temporarily suspended slogging through notes in a final revision. I got swept up in my other script - the 1950s beauty school story - which is now giving me a problem in the second act. I have some plot points to hammer out before I continue writing.

I've been reading THE DANCE OF 17 LIVES, about His Holiness the Karmapa (spiritual leader of the Karma Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism). It's a great read; well-researched and well-written, though it can be disappointing to read about how these high lamas, rinpoches and tulkus are just like the rest of us - human with human failings. The book tells how Tibetans never had that kind of idealistic view of the lamas; Westerners applied that impossible state of perfection to their gurus and masters when Buddhism was first introduced to the West in the 60s. Damned hippies.

I've expended all my "sitting upright in a vertical position" energy for now. Must lie down. More later.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Pass me my silver jump-suit

I just laughed so hard that my nose is running. And yes, I'm still up. I keep getting distracted and then my husband sends me THIS.

They don't include two important style items from the Sci Fi multi-verse: the dress uniform disco capes from the original Battlestar Galactica, and the elephant-pant-legs and platform shoes of Space: 1999.

Friday, April 04, 2008

What the frak is going on with BSG?

I love how Sci Fi's been building up the season premiere, which airs tonight at 10:00. Last week's special whetted the appetite, but I didn't see the short "What the frak is going on with BSG?" spot that aired during some other show last night.

Can I tell you how excited I am that the final season is about to begin? "All will be revealed" Ron Moore promises us rabid fans. I hope he doesn't cheapen what's been an awesome 3-season thrill ride. Seriously - I will find him and bash his skull in if he's done something stupid. But I'm sure he hasn't. He wouldn't dare.

I think there will be a heavy spiritual/religious element to the story for this last season. I went to the SciFi's page and the page for the episode loaded with the header "He who believeth in me..." Um. Please don't make Baltar into Jesus Christ.

Battlestar's Homepage

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Arthur C. Clark Dies

One of my favorite SF writers. A sad day.


Writer Arthur C. Clarke Dies at 90

By RAVI NESSMAN – 47 minutes ago

COLOMBO, Sri Lanka (AP) — Arthur C. Clarke, a visionary science fiction writer who won worldwide acclaim with more than 100 books on space, science and the future, died Wednesday in his adopted home of Sri Lanka, an aide said. He was 90.

Clarke, who had battled debilitating post-polio syndrome since the 1960s and sometimes used a wheelchair, died at 1:30 a.m. after suffering breathing problems, aide Rohan De Silva said.

Co-author with Stanley Kubrick of Kubrick's film "2001: A Space Odyssey," Clarke was regarded as far more than a science fiction writer.

He was credited with the concept of communications satellites in 1945, decades before they became a reality. Geosynchronous orbits, which keep satellites in a fixed position relative to the ground, are called Clarke orbits.

He joined American broadcaster Walter Cronkite as commentator on the U.S. Apollo moonshots in the late 1960s.

Clarke's non-fiction volumes on space travel and his explorations of the Great Barrier Reef and Indian Ocean earned him respect in the world of science, and in 1976 he became an honorary fellow of the American Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics.

But it was his writing that shot him to his greatest fame and that gave him the greatest fulfillment.

"Sometimes I am asked how I would like to be remembered," Clarke said recently. "I have had a diverse career as a writer, underwater explorer and space promoter. Of all these I would like to be remembered as a writer."

From 1950, he began a prolific output of both fiction and non-fiction, sometimes publishing three books in a year. He published his best-selling "3001: The Final Odyssey" when he was 79.

Some of his best-known books are "Childhood's End," 1953; "The City and The Stars," 1956, "The Nine Billion Names of God," 1967; "Rendezvous with Rama," 1973; "Imperial Earth," 1975; and "The Songs of Distant Earth," 1986.

When Clarke and Kubrick got together to develop a movie about space, they used as basic ideas several of Clarke's shorter pieces, including "The Sentinel," written in 1948, and "Encounter in the Dawn." As work progressed on the screenplay, Clarke also wrote a novel of the story. He followed it up with "2010," "2061," and "3001: The Final Odyssey."

In 1989, two decades after the Apollo 11 moon landings, Clarke wrote: "2001 was written in an age which now lies beyond one of the great divides in human history; we are sundered from it forever by the moment when Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin stepped out on to the Sea of Tranquility. Now history and fiction have become inexorably intertwined."

Clarke won the Nebula Award of the Science Fiction Writers of America in 1972, 1974 and 1979; the Hugo Award of the World Science Fiction Convention in 1974 and 1980, and in 1986 became Grand Master of the Science Fiction Writers of America. He was awarded the CBE in 1989.

Born in Minehead, western England, on Dec. 16, 1917, the son of a farmer, Arthur Charles Clark became addicted to science-fiction after buying his first copies of the pulp magazine "Amazing Stories" at Woolworth's. He devoured English writers H.G. Wells and Olaf Stapledon and began writing for his school magazine in his teens.

Clarke went to work as a clerk in Her Majesty's Exchequer and Audit Department in London, where he joined the British Interplanetary Society and wrote his first short stories and scientific articles on space travel.

It was not until after the World War II that Clarke received a bachelor of science degree in physics and mathematics from King's College in London.

In the wartime Royal Air Force, he was put in charge of a new radar blind-landing system.

But it was an RAF memo he wrote in 1945 about the future of communications that led him to fame. It was about the possibility of using satellites to revolutionize communications — an idea whose time had decidedly not come.

Clarke later sent it to a publication called Wireless World, which almost rejected it as too far-fetched.

Clarke married in 1953, and was divorced in 1964. He had no children.

Disabled by post-polio syndrome, the lingering effects of a disease that had paralyzed him for two months in 1959, Clarke rarely left his home in the Indian Ocean island of Sri Lanka.

He moved there in 1956, lured by his interest in marine diving which, he said, was as close as he could get to the weightless feeling of space.

"I'm perfectly operational underwater," he once said.

Clarke was linked by his computer with friends and fans around the world, spending each morning answering e-mails and browsing the Internet.

In an interview with The Associated Press, Clarke said he did not regret having never followed his novels into space, adding that he had arranged to have DNA from strands of his hair sent into orbit.

"One day, some super civilization may encounter this relic from the vanished species and I may exist in another time," he said. "Move over, Stephen King."

On the Net:

* The Arthur C. Clarke Foundation: http://www.clarkefoundation.org

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Denied!

The shitty weather is keeping us home-bound today instead of heading off to Cleveland. We're planning to leave at the ass-crack of dawn tomorrow (Sunday) instead of this afternoon. I guess it's actually for the best anyway, as we both have stuff to do and this way we don't have to be quite as rushed.

Two weekends ago I ordered a DVD set of Space: 1999's first season (the first 6 episodes - they were all I could afford). I am still waiting for them to arrive and every day that I check the mail and find them absent I get more and more aggravated. Supposedly they were shipped from NYC and sent via U.S. mail. I can't believe they haven't arrived after 2 weeks (10 business days).

Meantime, I've found this hilarious parody of LOLcats: LOLthulu.

My craving for SF media is unrelenting. I have to wait until next month for Battlestar Galactica, and god knows when Doctor Who will start up (and I heard a very disturbing rumor that David Tennant will be leaving after next season), and of course I haven't seen a SF movie in forever. Wanted to see Cloverfield, but didn't. I want to see something that will blow me away and have me obsessed for weeks. Where has all the good SF gone?

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

An Old Obsession

As you know, I am a huge fan of the mid-70s space drama "Space: 1999." I recently rediscovered it and ordered the first set of DVDs from the first season, which is the only season I really care too much about. Second season was okaaaayy but wasn't as well-written. Anyway, when I was a little girl I had a huge crush on the pilot, Alan Carter, played by Nick Tate. Blond hair, blue eyes, rough and tumble, funny, brave, and the Aussie accent didn't hurt, either. I thought he was the bee's knees. Still do, in fact. Now Nick is 65 but he's still acting (stage and screen in U.S. and Australia) and doing voice overs for movie trailers (one of 5 guys in Hollywood with "the voice," you've heard him do Jurassic Park among others).

Damn, I am a Nerd-Queen.


Nick Tate as Alan Carter in "Space: 1999" YUMMY!

Saturday, February 16, 2008

The After Hours

One of my favorite Twilight Zone episodes. Hopefully the links will stay good for awhile.





Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My very own...

LOL kitteh:

funny pictures
moar funny pictures

Bizarro says it's stupid but I think it's cute. We'll see if the LOL Cat voters get it and vote it up.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Andromeda

I know I've posted these before, but they're worth looking at and hearing again:





I LOVED that episode of Buck Rogers when I was a kid!

Monday, August 27, 2007

What is bad sci fi?

Recently I got into a nit-picking contest with my nephew about the movie "300" (fantasy/comic book adaptation). He loved it, I pronounced it "craptastic." He seemed to take slight at my comment, though it wasn't meant as an insult. But that's besides the point. The point? Yes, the point is that I always find it interesting what sci fi fans consider good fare, often disagreeing (at great and geeky lengths).

So, my challenge for you, gentle reader, is this: What, in your opinion, makes bad sci fi? If anyone even reads this blog, leave me a comment.

I have a great title for the next piece of rubbish the Sci Fi Channel makes: Star Bulwark 666: The Prometheus Affair.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

So Easy, A Caveman Could Do It

At last, those lovable, defensive cavemen will get their own sitcom:

ABC's Caveman sitcom

I give it four weeks, max. Which is too bad because cavemen are funny. I have two Geico ads on my office door at home. But it's like making a 90 minute flick out of an SNL sketch -- usually not suited to anything longer than a coupla minutes, and usually sucky.

But I will watch at least the first episode to see where they'll take it. Unless, of course, they are stupid enough to put it up against The Office, in which case they'll cancel it after the pilot.

Speaking of which, the season finale of The Office last week really kicked my ass. Ah, summer, the land of re-runs and grilling. What really blows chud is that we gotta wait until January 08 for Battlestar Galactica to return.

Meantime, we've got Doctor Who imports every weekend (the ones we download, not the ones on Sci Fi). This week's was like an old episode - the TARDIS and the sonic screwdriver were both effectively cut out of the story. I'm glad; he was starting to rely too heavily on the sonic screwdriver.

Tomorrow I'm getting my ass back in the driver's seat - wake up and write! Write til it's time for a walk, then write some more. Job-search crap in the afternoon, followed by house work.

I worked out tonight - the damned Ellipticals are still down, those bastages. I despise the treadmill. I did some punching drills and hit the saunaaaaahhhhhh...

And now it's time for zzzz's. Nite.

Monday, April 02, 2007

You Will Be Catalogued!

Bizarro downloaded the first episode of Doctor Who's third season (we won't see it here on Sci Fi until later this year, I think). If anyone out there follows the show, then you know that the Doctor's companion from the first two seasons, Rose, is gone (to a better place), and he has a new companion coming in this season - Martha Jones. So far from what I've seen, Martha is a good fit. Catch all the dirt on BBC's Doctor Who site.

If you haven't watched the new Doctor Who, you need to. Great fun!

You will be catalogued!