Long story short, they maintained the integrity of the original series while enhancing the space scenes through CGI and other special effects. The result its, in a word, breathtaking. It is the anti-Lucas, who remastered his original trilogy and IMHO, fucked it up royally. The first DVD release was good, but when you see it side by side with the remastered version, the colors pop, the contrast and clarity are more striking, and the ship...My GOD, the ship....My glorious Enterprise...(no bloody A, B, C, or D!)...
I could go on ad nauseum about the effects but well, I thought you all would rather see for yourself.
I'm sorry; maybe I'm just a huge sap...but I can't see that ship or hear that music without getting teary-eyed.
Oh, penumbren , dear friend. We are so so terribly doomed. *multiple headdesks*
I was driving home from the end of a very long week at work flicking through the radio stations when I found one of my favorite songs: Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith. It really doesn't matter how long ago this song came out; it still rocks the house until you drop.
Anyhoo, I was jamming along, singing obnoxiously in the car when I suddenly had a "Huhbuhwhat?" moment. One of the lyrics had inexplicably been changed (see: censored). The original lyric went: "She had to take him down easy/and put a bullet in his braaaaaiiiiiin". What I heard on the radio was "She had to take him down easy/And leave him in the pouring raaaaiiiiiin".
WTF?! Has this censored/altered version been around and I just haven't noticed?! And does anyone else find this point rather moot? I mean, the damn song is called "Janie's got a Gun". Logic therefore dictates that, at some point in the song, THE GUN IS GOING TO BE USED!!!11. To further add to my confusion, they can leave in the lyric that says, "He jacked a little bitty baby/The man has got to be insane!" (emphasis mine), which implies long term aggravated sexual abuse/assault, but they remove/censor the part where the child in question, now a young adult takes out her revenge?! Now, I KNOW I have heard the original version on other rock stations; why did this one have beef with it?
Whisky Tango Foxtrot, people.
And speaking of logic, we now return you to your regularly scheduled fangirl program.
RIP, Luciano. The heavenly choir is now a thousand times sweeter.
Luckily the wacky Gchat hijinx of Ben and I never fail to deliver:
Ben: i'm debating which is winning, my lethargic inability to walk to the kitchen, or my need to wake up.
me: lol probably the lethargy
Ben: evil lethargy! sounds like a bond villian to me. I am Lord Lethargy!
me: Put him up against Dr. No and NOTHING gets accomplished!
Ben: lol 2 points
I had a damn hard time getting to sleep last night. Perhaps I can blame it on the O'Neill I was reading. As magnificent as it is, Long Day's Journey into Night isn't exactly made of lullabyes and comfort. It made me miss college; Fall at UVA was always one of the best and most beautiful times of my life. It made me miss my Puff, who always kept me company on my lap while I was reading plays or novels or poetry. It made me miss a lot of things.
Well, I'm sure the headache I had most of yesterday didn't help either. My eyes are getting worse and its probably from peering at the screen all day with shoddy lenses. Blargh.
Maybe I'll sketch some tonight with some tea. Have some fun getting messy with charcoal. Hmmm.
RennFest is coming up very soon! I can't wait to squeeze myself back into my Renfest outfit! WOOHOO! Maybe I'll attend Pirate singalong night! Or Celtic music night...OH awesomeness.
I wish I could scoop up my flist and drag them along to Renfest!! =^)
Update: These look like the absolute shit. Holy crap, I could be like Geordi...but instead I could be watching House or Heroes!!
So come on, my pretties!! Let's Geek out!
Witty Things to say to Mssrs. Shatner and Nimoy:
"I just loved you in Empire Strikes Back!"
"Mr. Shatner, you haven't aged a day. You've aged a few thousand weeks, but not one single day."
"What's all this fuss about? Wow! Are you guys like famous or something?"
"Bill! Lenny! Long time no see! Let's grab a beer."
"So. What other Vulcan trick-pinches ya got?"
"Wow. Set Phasers to Stunning."
"Can I get your autograph? Bill, you sign Lenny's picture, Lenny you sign Bill's. Wacky fun."
"You know, I don't think the Aztec Gods could gather this many virgins in one place. Well done."
ROTF. Brilliant. Just awesome.
Oh, and I might get to meet Matt Hardy on Sunday, if I can pull it off! SQUEEEE!!! Unfortunately, he won't be looking like he does in my icon..but a girl can dream, can't she?!?!
Alright, enough fangirling. If I get a chance, I'll write a long-ass blog reviewing my thoughts on last nights House Season 3 opener. House fans on my flist, what did you think?
I couldn't believe it when I saw the news today. Its both horrible and ironic in the way that he died, with a stingray's barb through his heart! Its absolutely heartwrenching but also sadly expected that he might die at the hands of one of his more deadly pursuits. Even still, its a terrible loss because he was so dedicated to education and conservation no matter the danger and the risk to himself.
RIP, Steve Irwin...I'll miss you.
In other news, I am absolutely thrilled to feel the onset of autumn, probably my favorite season of all time. The new year is just right around the corner and it feels really great.
I also have a question/challenge for you, flist: what should I say when I meet Mssrs. Shatner and Nimoy so that I don't sound like just another fangirl?
Unfortunately, I still need to survive here another two full days of work. I'm also supposed to go out to a dinner tonight with some coworkers and I really don't feel like it. We'll see whether or not I bail because I feel sick (seriously) or whether I bite the bullet and go. If its too far away from the hotel, fuck it.
So...thanks to my dear friend Casey, I have been able to make it through today thanks to the genius of pictures such as this one:
Seriously. I need to print this out on photo quality paper and frame this shiznit on my wall. Seriously.
I mean, look at him. He's a fucking GOD.
So...if anyone else out there is having one of those days, here are a few more posters to make you smile. Or gigglesnort, or snarf. At least, that's what I did.
Genius. Pure genius. GOD I love Star Trek: TOS. Pure crack.
On a side note, my friend Laurie here is now my drug dealer. Now I just get to wait to go to Vicodinland...
So, today I travel to Philly. Pretty cool considering I like the train. I'm planning on cutting out early today to head to Union and perhaps get some shoe shopping in before my 4pm. Considering I'm doing nothing more constructive at work than teaching myself German and playing waay too many rousing games of Spider Solitaire, I think leaving early would be a good thing.
I'm strangely nervous about taking a cab. I have no idea why except that its been years since I've been forced to catch one. I guess its the stress of having to stick out your hand, leg, whatever and pray that some poor cabbie is going to pull over. Strangely tense way to travel, I feel. I also have to remember to get itemized receipts of EVERYTHING so I can get refunded for the 9 days I'm spending up here. Crazy.
I've also heard conflicting reports of how this convention is going to be; there are those who are trying to poison my mind with the amount of work, inter-office/officer drama, and the like while others talk to me of nights out on the town with cool coworkers, karaoke, and much much booze. I know it makes me sound like a total alcoholic, but they better be right with the booze.
Other random thoughts before I ride off into the Philadelphia sunset:
Nicholas Cage has become the new Ben Stiller of movies. I seriously see this man EVERYwhere now! First in World Trade Center and now in a remake of The Wicker Man. This, of course, doesn't cover Ghostrider, which is coming out within the year, I think. Hey, you can't fault the man for getting a lot of work. He also seems to be getting better looking...
Floyd Landis has screwed himself (and the US) over royally. I really can't believe he failed both of those tests. It was bad enough that the French were attempting to demonize Lance Armstrong; at least they failed with him, but stupid Landis proved them right. And here I was loving the fact that the past 8 TdFrances had been won by Americans. Nice job, dorkus.
Basketball season needs to start. Right now. All due respect to my dear phantom_hpuff but baseball just doesn't do it for me like it used to. Hell, even football doesn't do it for me anymore. Perhaps its all the scandal surrounding excessive juicing in the Major Leagues. Or perhaps its A-Rod's ridiculous salary. For whatever reason, its just not there for me no matter the combined hotness of the younger players on the Mets. I'd give anything to be able to see Dirk's games in Germany against Canada or against China coming up this next week. Good luck baby!! Whooo!!
House needs to start. Right Now. I'm starting to go through House withdrawal. All these stupid rumors about House and Cameron and his leg being healed etc. just needs to be replaced with the real thing. I really wonder if they would ever get House and Wilson together or whether or not that would just be too much for Fox at an 8pm time slot on Tuesday nights...
Denny Crane. Cukoo for Cocoa Puffs. Denny Crane. Name's on the door. Nuff said. This man has got to win again this year; he's just to damn brilliant not to. I still can't believe that Spader didn't get nominated, but then again, neither did Hugh Laurie. Bunch of crackheads on the Emmy committee, I tell you.
In less than a month, I'm going to meet Denny Crane/Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock. In Chicago. On the 40th Anniversary of Star Trek. Holy friggen crap. Less than a MONTH, people!!! *faints*
Ok, I think that's a pretty good update. I may have intarweb access when I get to Philly and if so, I'll let you all know the craziness that is a convention with over 3000 postal workers attending from all over the US.
**Random Update** HO man, Fencest breakups are really bad sometimes; it sucks worse when you're friends with them both. theevilearl, I'm sorry things are going so nuts. Is there anything I can do?
Name 10 fictional characters you'd sleep with.
Its a surprisingly tough answer...Without further ado...
1. Spock from Star Trek - It's true...you never forget your first love...
2. Dr. James Wilson from House, MD - RSL sends shivers up my spine. Too bad he's in oncology instead of another specialty that starts with an O...
3. Superman - And by Superman, I mean the only damn one: Christopher Reeve. The only man that can wear a spitcurl and make it look hot. I miss you.
4. Dr. Gregory House from House, MD- Scruffy, snarky, scintillating, sarcastic, sexy.
5. Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas - yes, he's animated. No, I don't care. Somehow, that yearning melancholy of his sings to me...Well, that and he is royalty! ;^) He sings, dances, and takes over other people's holidays! Genius.
6. Agent Smith from The Matrix- Don't tell me you can't see the incredible sexual possibility in a man who can replicate himself ad infinitum...
7. V from V for Vendetta- Musically inclined. Secret lair. Penchant for fencing and knive-throwing. Excellent Cook. Revolutionary. What's not to like?
8. Han Solo from Star Wars - I second mrs_spock's comment: "I'd like to talk to him about his, um, blaster." I dunno about you, but I take my nerf herders scruffy...
9. Batman, The Dark Knight Detective- The Man. The Bat. The Hero. The Legend. All that dark, heroic angst just cracks my whip...
10. Frank Langella's Dracula - If you haven't seen it, go out and rent the '79 version of Dracula. Now. There is a reason why women would throw their panties at him when he performed 'Dracula' on the stage.
1. Vash the Stampede - Peace and LOVE!!!
2. Imhotep from The Mummy - Its all about the see-through loin cloth he had on in the first movie...rawr!
3. Etienne Navarre from Ladyhawke - The Ultimate renegade hero
4. Jareth, The Goblin King from Labyrinth - David Bowie. In Tights. Nuff said.
5. Wolverine - To quote Joss Whedon's Astonishing X-Men #14: "The poster-child of mutant cool".
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera. No explanation needed for this one, really.
In those soft grey moments of nothingness that occasionally come before us, do you ever sit back and mourn the loss of people you've never met?
I had a similar moment today. While watching a particularly poignant episode of Star Trek: DS9, I thought about how much I missed a member of another Star Trek cast: Deforrest Kelley. It seemed strange to me that I should feel such an overwhelming grief at the loss of this wonderful actor and charming man. Even stranger, I had just lost a great-grandmother this past weekend at the ripe old age of 101. Am I sad at her passing? Yes, very much so. But I wasn't as close to her as I was to other members of the family who have since passed on. Yet, I recognize that my sense of loss for "Bones" McCoy feels stronger and deeper than a member of my own family. Am I slightly unsettled by this? You betcha.
Is this merely an unhealthy obsession with celebrity? Or is it something deeper? In all honesty, I saw more of Bones McCoy in my life than I did this great-grandmother, who lived in Georgia, and to my recollection, only visited us in MD once or twice during all that time. As for McCoy, I grew up with him. Fictional character or no, he was a beloved childhood friend, a companion during sick days, sunny days, and long, blanket-wrapped, cocoa-filled nights. He kept me laughing, crying, arguing along with him and I still believe I haven't quite accepted the death of the wonderful actor that gave him life.
Other actors who I truly miss include: Mark Lenard, who played Sarek, Spock's father; Phil Hartman, a brilliant comedian whose death was so damn senseless; Christopher Reeve, who shall be forever enshrined as Superman in the hearts of a nation; River Phoenix, who lived life too fast , died young, and left a beautiful corpse; and Jonathan Brandis, who played lots of wonderful roles before committing suicide. Its strange that at that moment, I edited myself, couching my language in pleasant, disguising euphemism rather than admitting to or revealing the horrid truth of his death. I guess I'm protective of him; I thought he was a great actor and well, I had a huge crush on him when he was on Seaquest. His death in particular still affects me because it was preventable. Why suicide? What was in his mind that drove him to end such a promising life? Did he not see the promise? Did he not know that there were those of us out there still cheering for him? Why? All death seems senseless and undignified, but when its by your own hand...when there are people out there who love you and support you...it leaves a stain. I rarely listen to Nirvana because of such a stain; they were once one of my favorite bands.
Perhaps "stain" is too coarse a word. Maybe I mean the deep dissatisfaction, the long-standing sorrow of those who are left behind, unable to answer the question: "Why?". For Phil, we have an answer: his wife was a psycho who should burn for killing him. For River, we have an answer; death is one of the many side effects of illegal drugs. For my Superman, we have an answer; his spirit had chosen its time to fly again. For Deforrest and Mark, we understand that we all live terminal lives, capped with the icing of old age but for Jonathan, twenty-seven was old age. I'm not far away from that myself. It just makes you think. And mourn. And rage at the dying of the light.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Hilarity did in fact, ensue. All three of them were laughing hysterically, high on both life and the gas as they slap-sticked (stuck?) their way through the scene. The physical and visual comedy sent me into hysterics (who knew that a 5 foot long toothbrush could be that funny?!) and the three of them were obviously having the time of their lives.
Of course, the Star Trek jokes flew around like so many asteroids, with Alfonso imitating our favorite Scottish engineer only to have Shatner look at him in confusion and reply, 'Scotty! You're BLACK!!" Will Smith also paid homage to our beloved country doctor by saying, "Dammit Jim, I'm a homeboy from South Philly, not a doctor!!"
As if it couldn't get any better, the next scene is the set of a talk show that had scheduled an appearance for Shatner. When Will calls him, out he comes saying, "I'm right here, dawg!" Moments later, he comes dancing through, saying: "Throw your hands up in the air if you're a true playa!!"
Just when I thought my admiration for this man couldn't get any higher, he goes and does something like this.
William Shatner, here's to you.
Ever so slowly, it grew brighter...and brighter....It changed colors...all at once there was yellow, blue, red, green, brown, the complete spectrum of shades...it came at us at incredible speed...light speed...*warp* speed.... In a flash of color and indescribable glory, the vacuum was filled...and the U.S.S. Enterprise 1701 blazed past us into the sunrise, Warp 9.
Yes, folks. Today is the 39th Anniversary of Star Trek: The Original Series. It began with Episode 1: The Man Trap, which introduced the world to the courageous Captain Kirk, the intrepid, intelligent (and ridiculously handsome) Vulcan Mr. Spock, and the good ol' country Dr. "Bones" McCoy. An unbreakable triumvirate was born as well as an incredible vision for a fully universal and peaceful future.
I will raise my glass today first off to Gene Roddenberry, the man who had the wonderful dream of such a future and the creative drive to assemble a multi-ethnic cast amidst the constant racial and gender conflict and discrimination of the late 60's. He shut everyone up by placing Lt. Nyota Uhura, whose name means "Freedom" in Swahili, on the bridge in the important position of Head of Communications. Even Martin Luther King, Jr. commented on the importance of her role in Star Trek. Then, in the midst of the crisis in Vietnam and with conflict with Japan still fresh in contemporary minds, we have Lt. Hikaru Sulu, the best helmsman in the fleet. Even with our shaky relations with Russia, we had a Russian, Lt. Pavel Chekov at navigation. Finally, with all the paranoia in the 1950's about alien invaders, Gene Roddenbery fought his toughest battles to keep the pointy-eared, slanty-eyebrowed Mr. Spock on board and at his science station. Of course, it was only logical to have a Scotsman as Chief Engineer. Multiracial. Multigendered. Briliant. Beautiful.
I will then raise my glass to those people who made these first wonderful characters real for so many of us. William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, DeForest Kelly, James Doohan, Nichelle Nichols, George Takei, Walter Koenig, Majel Barrett, and Mark Lenard. Their rich development and thoughtful interpretation of their respective characters made them so multifaceted, so beloved to all who watched them week after week. The series had humor, silliness, passion, verve, and a wonderful dose of morality and common sense; while many would cite the "cheesiness" of the series, I would argue for its emotional depth, its strength of character, and its drive to portray the inherent goodness of mankind. I will further raise my glass to toast those wonderful actors who contributed so much to the series who have left this plane to voyage to the next. In my own romantic way, Bones, Scotty, and Sarek haven't really died...they're just traveling the galaxy a bit more.
Then, I will thank the writers, screenwriters, producers, novelists, directors that have brought this to life for all the fans on the big and small screens, in novels and magazines. Their continued devotion to the Star Trek ethos keeps the phenomena going and satisfies those insatiable needs of fans like myself for more, More, MORE!! Bless you all, and many thanks.
All the other casts and crews receive my toast next. For they were the not-too-distant-future of Trek after the end of the first few movies and the original series. These women and men invested their time into a fandom still in its early stages; it had not yet achieved the staying power that it now has and surely success must have seemed to be riding on the edge of a knife.
I raise my glass to all of you who made Star Trek what it was, what it is today, and what it will continue to be for generations to come.
Cheers, friends and fans. And Q'apla!
*Tosses back her Saurian brandy and beams up*
Our beloved Scotty had beamed up for the final voyage to the undiscovered country.
I cant recall the day I became a "Trekkie"; the phenomena of Star Trek entered my life with such a force at such a young age, I can't even remember a day when I *wasn't* a lover of all things Trek. My mom showed me a few episodes of the original series and I fell in love at first sight: from that moment on, my heart was no longer mine. It belonged to a fantasy man, the half-human, half-Vulcan Mr. Spock. Novels, new series, nothing was safe from my newfound appetite. I grew to love each and every character as an old friend, tried and true in friendship and in battle. The original crew were my superheroes. One in particular was a superhero to that particular crew.
Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott. The ONLY man who could "hold 'er together". He saved as many lives as Kirk did, averaging about 435 an episode by preventing the Enterprise from blowing apart, saving everyone JUST in the nick of time. Hell, he probably *invented* the nick of time. A true miracle worker he was, apparently on and off screen.
Like many of my friends, I did not know that he was a D-Day hero, being the first one of his boat onto Juno Beach, a bullet missing his heart by inches and losing the middle finger of his right hand in the process. He also kept a fan from committing suicide by calling her personally and talking her out of it. His legend increases in stature with every new story that surfaces of his kindness and courage.
Sadly, I never got to meet him, but like every fan, he remains as entrenched in my heart as the rest of the cast. He became more than an entertainer, he became an icon, an inspirational emblem to everyone who wanted to be an engineer and save the world. He was even given an honorary *PHD* in Engineering, which to me was the most moving thing of all. He lived and died a real engineer, honored and loved.
I miss you, Scotty. Ave atque Vale.
For another tribute, visit: http://tuxxer.blogspot.com/2005/07/