Coup d'envoi.
C'est sûr, au footeux, faut pas essayer de lui parler sans ce petit ascendant psychologique qui peut arriver lorsqu'il baisse la garde. On profite d'une ouverture, on annonce la nouvelle, et on attend le contre favorable. Le seul souci, c'est qu'il nous réponde en contre pied, et qu'il profite du temps réglementaire pour s'opposer à notre demande. Dans ce cas, une seule parade, repousser le non en faveur du je te comprends on en reparlera plus tard mon chéri, s'incrire dans une dynamique de tacle, réglementaire bien sûr, et récupérer l'ascendant. Cette intelligence du déplacement sur la surface de négociation permet de dégager loin, quasiment au second poteau. Au final, une inscription en soutien qui permet de patienter jusqu'au temps additionnel, et de finir sur un score final de 1 partout;)
So, I've been using my Typepad account instead of VOX, and whenever I come back over this way I have shit loads of spam comments to delete. Surely, VOX, if you delete a spam account, it should automatically delete all of the spam comments they've left as well?
A mass of conflicting impulses. - Spock and V'ger Nomad
The Great Star Trek Project of 08-09 has been slowly drawing to a close. While Mr. Val and I finished Enterprise last month and will soon tackle the pre-boot on blu-ray we've been busy with fan films and parodies for a while. My intention was to blog my progress throughout the project but that was overly ambitious. I think I am at the point, though, where I can step back and make some pretty good observations about the project as a whole.
Star Trek: The Original Series
Oh joy, what fun. There are few shows that can be so genuinely wonderful but still have enough cheese that they don't even warrant parody. TOS does enough to parody itself, so much so that, at times, it's painful. Let us all recall Spock's Brain. Ok, let's not. Instead, let's let some genius with a YouTube account condense it into 4 minutes that are far more enjoyable than being subjected to the entire episode.
This clip is also sure to highlight one of my favorite lines from all of Trek: Brain and brain, what is brain!?!
Clearly the original series stood for a lot of good in addition to the cheese. Yay brother. The show was one of the first to spotlight minority actors and actresses and show them working alongside white people as if it was no big deal. And despite some seemingly sexist overtones, I feel like Gene Roddenberry saw much of the sexiness of the women on the show as an expression of female empowerment. Let's face it, throughout all of the different series it's clear that women can do anything, however, the amount of quality face time by powerful women in Star Trek pales in comparison to that of the men. To me, that shows that we have a longer way to go in current society.
One of the primary missions of Captain Kirk was to destroy every Eden he could lay his hands on. Apparently space is populated by peaceful and beautiful worlds that all hold a different, dirty little secret. Each has its own version of the snake. While I kept a list of characters who said, "I'm a doctor, not a ______", I should've also kept a list of Edens destroyed by the glorious Captain Kirk, a man with no need of a Prime Directive. Every time it happened, I know I turned to Mr. Val with my best Kirk imitation and spat, "so this...is...your...Eden".
For the best of the original series we turn to the first, and shockingly, the third season.
Easily one of the most famous episodes of TOS is The City on the Edge of Forever. I dare you to watch it and not shed a tear. According to the Wiki page, writer Harlan Ellison recently settled with Paramount over royalty issues despite at one time disowning the script. Ha! Sounds like Ellison. But he certainly deserves credit for this, even if the final version is someone dissimilar to his original script.
Another outstanding episode in the catalog was penultimate episode of the entire show's run. They should've ended the series with All Our Yesterdays since the final episode, Turnabout Intruder was a poorly executed look at what the glass ceiling in Star Fleet can do to a poor girl. Anyway, back to the good one, here's All Our Yesterdays, featuring one of my favorite Ladies of Star Trek.
Now for the fun part. Let's turn to YouTube for some hilarious splices and clips.
First, there's the ever-famous video featuring all of the variations on: "he's dead, Jim".
I love this next one. The person who uploaded it simply calls it, "Shatner at his finest":
All in all, the Original Series is a wonderful show, I can't wait to get the remastered versions on blu-ray with the beefed up effects. I'm always happy to revisit this universe.
Coming tomorrow (if I feel like it): a look at the Original Series Films
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This year, the merchandise room was reduced to a size of a
large bedroom, so you walk in and out in about a minute. I did manage
to pick up some stuff, but they weren't cheap. Celebrities prints are
costs anywhere from $20-40, we weren't allowed to take pictures (if you
did purchase a print, then taking pictures would cost an extra $5).
Last year, most of the nicer stars let us take pictures for free.
As for merch, the usual bootlegs, toys, horror t-shirts were
there, but because of the smaller room - it feels like there weren't a
lot of choices. Some commonly seen t-shirts were Nightbreed and
Hellraiser, which I thought were cool, since I have always thought
Clive Barker is genius.
Also, this year they had music as part of the show. The person that was supposed to give me a pass to the music area was not at the ticketbooth and I didn't feel like paying extra to see music. Besides, all of the bands seems to be either punk or metal, not really my cup of tea, so I didn't bother to make much effort in getting the pass.
With the disappointing cancellation, incorrect/false information (is
updating a website too much to ask?), the smaller space, and
expensive admission ($30 at the door) - this will be the last year that
my group will attend.
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20h00, samedi soir.
Les 5 enfants sont chacun dans leur chambre, attelés à diverses activités silencieuses ou minutieuses selon l'âge, dodo, challenge du coloriage à réaliser absolument sans dépasser, mini paillettes à coller le long d'une longue ligne en zigzag, lecture d'une encyclopédie minimum, le retour de la momie en volume 3 maximum.
Et pour moi?
Pour moi, c'est le top sonore qui marque la fin d'une journée de 14h d'affilées, (pour l'instant), dédiée à tous, sauf à moi. Pfiou.
20h00, l'heure où la pression tombe d'un coup.
Et c'est là que je réalise pour la première fois que mon tee shirt est maculé de lait caillé, que mon jean est décoré de Petit Ecolier machouillé écrasé, que les lacets de mes baskets ne se sont pas ré-attachés tout seuls finalement, que mes cheveux ne ressemblent à rien, que j'ai 7 appels en absence de ma mère, que le contenu de la troisième machine de linge ne s'est pas étendu par magie, et que mon laptop n'avait plus de batterie à force de m'attendre en veille.
Pas grave.
A ce top sonore, c'est pour moi. Enfin. Un petit morceau de ma journée m'appartient encore. Et c'est maintenant.
C'est maintenant que je m'assoie avec un petit verre rempli de veritas, que je tape ces mots, avant d'aller lire mes blogs préférés.
Au prochain top sonore, je serai sur votre page;)