Rashly, He Appealed To Their Better Nature (2)
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Or, In Which Your Host Learns Whether What He Does Is Of Value.
It is, David. Tip jar hit.
It is, David. Tip jar hit.
Bless you, madam. May your enemies be doomed to watch Travis Fort’s 2012: Ice Age, unironically, on an endless loop.
Ping!
Ping!
Bless you, sir. When faced with snow, may it appear silently overnight and, in the morning, look pristine and wondrous, only to vanish as soon as you need to go anywhere, without the whole protracted grey-ice-and-slush phase.
You pathetic donation whore.
Is it lucrative?
Is it lucrative?
Well, I’m still here. With a bejewelled tip jar.
Your host. Hard at work.
“Ah, I see you have the machine that goes “PING!”
Fortunately mine host, so do I. All the best!
I was only asking for a friend/science.
[ Returns from shopping expedition, covered in snow. ]
Fortunately mine host, so do I. All the best!
Bless you, sir. May your supply of quality gin always be matched by a commensurate supply of quality tonic. Not that ghastly Slimline crap that someone, who will remain nameless, picked up by mistake.
“Not that ghastly Slimline crap that someone, who will remain nameless, picked up by mistake.”
Vodka.
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
Pinged.
Something for your trouble, barkeep.
Pinged.
Bless you, sir, and madam. On a damp and gusty winter’s morning, may your spirits be lifted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sounds of someone cooking you a full English breakfast.
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*throws cash in tip jar*
No ads.
*throws cash in tip jar*
Bless you, sir. May your butter dish be free of toast crumbs.
FWIW, I bought yesterday a stack of 100 blank DVDs (Memorex brand) through your Amazon link. Small change, but all I can afford now.
FWIW, I bought yesterday a stack of 100 blank DVDs (Memorex brand) through your Amazon link.
Bless you. It’s what keeps this place here. Over the Christmas holidays, may you never find yourself entertaining the possibility of chocolates for breakfast.
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Just returned from a week in Mexico, with very limited connectivity. There wasn’t much I missed after disconnecting, but I’ll admit it’s nice to see the usual suspects now that I’m back.
(FWIW: there’s nothing like a week spent watching frigate birds wheeling overhead to make one jump-start one’s retirement planning. Not sure how many more Minnesota winters I’ve got in me.)
but I’ll admit it’s nice to see the usual suspects now that I’m back.
[ Slides pint of Night Nurse along bar. ]
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Shopped!
Ping!
Shopped!
Ping!
Bless you, ladies. Should you be tormented by the snoring of a significant other, may you discover the joys of wax earplugs, which form a snug seal and don’t end up in the small of your back* like those vastly inferior foam things.
*Other locations come to mind.
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Pinged. I noticed one of the newer hench lesbians was a couple tattoos shy. Load ‘er up!
Pinged.
Bless you, sir. May your enemies know the sorrow of accidentally giving the delivery guy from the local takeaway a much bigger tip than intended. Resulting in emphatically appreciative noises, and thereby making a belated correction of the error socially impossible.
*kerching*
*kerching*
Bless you, madam. May Amazon delivery bods never have trouble finding your address, such that you end up roaming the neighbourhood in heavy rain, peering up driveways and muttering like a mad person at the Amazon app.
And in overseas news…
Enrichment in Paris.
So vibrant and diverse.
Well, I’m still here. With a bejewelled tip jar.
You got the idea here, didn’t you?
You got the idea here, didn’t you?
2011 seems so long ago. I’d forgotten about the all-powerful vajazzling conglomerates.
Unfortunately, Anna’s “baldazzling” link in the comments leads to a now-private blog.
So vibrant and diverse.
Gotta give props to the French. Those are some awesome looking fireman outfits. Not very well designed for running away, however. Frogs never seem to learn that form follows function.
Have finally paid off my bar tab. Keep up the good work.
Have finally paid off my bar tab. Keep up the good work.
Bless you, sir. May your bin men be timely and obliging.
Pinged. 🙂
Some quids for your tip jat, sir.
*jar*
Pinged.
Some quids for your tip jar, sir.
Bless you, sirs. Should you visit a neighbour and be offered a cup of coffee, may you be spared the discovery that said brew is not only decaffeinated but enlivened with soy milk, resulting in a small but unplanned test of your politeness.
“Republican mega-donor buys stake in Twitter and seeks to oust Jack Dorsey… Billionaire Paul Singer’s Elliott Management has taken a ‘sizable stake’ and intends to ‘push for changes’, reports Bloomberg News… News of the Elliott stake saw Twitter’s share price rise on Friday”
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2020/feb/29/paul-singer-elliott-management-twitter-jack-dorsey
Further to recent rumblings, I’ve decided not to suffer any more of Star Trek: Picard. It’s now pretty clear that the writing isn’t going to get any better and may actually get worse. The plotting is terrible; it has no tension or suspense; it’s tonally disjointed, badly edited, and littered with inexplicable decisions that make immersion in the story, such as it is, all but impossible. It doesn’t earn any drama and doesn’t hold the attention.
The mocking recaps, by Critical Drinker, Script Doctor, RLM, etc., are much more rewarding and will do just fine.
New umbrage detected.
It’s now pretty clear that the writing isn’t going to get any better and may actually get worse.
Zombie Star trek.
Zombie Star Trek.
Yes, quite. Six episodes is enough. All that’s been promised so far is more disappointment.
“I don’t want to be a stereotype.”
Via Julia.
Re umbrage, from the responses…
Zombie Star Trek.
Again, the writers can’t seem to decide, or remember, what exactly Soji is. Having first been told that she’s an android, and then subsequently told that she’s not an android as such, but a biological human with a “positronic brain,” we’re apparently supposed to accept that a small human woman, with human physiology, can punch through floors and tear metal bulkheads. This is the standard typical of the show, with things occurring because the plot says so – or because the writers can’t quite remember what had been established in the previous episode, or even minutes earlier.
In episode six, Raffi is arbitrarily cunning or too stoned to stand, depending on what’s convenient for any given scene, or even shots within the same scene. Soji and Narek-the-emo-Romulan continue their unconvincing romance-cum-ham-fisted-exposition-dump. Picard and Soji finally meet – she falls through the ceiling right in front of him, because that saves so much time. And Elnor, our elf-boy-warrior, predictably – and in ways never explained – appears on the Borg cube at a very convenient moment and then stays behind on the cube, needlessly, rather than escaping easily with Soji and Picard. Again, because the plot says so.
The producers of Picard obviously want their show to be seen as a prestige drama, a darker, grittier Star Trek for grown-ups. But it’s drained of joy and suspense, and so clumsy and inept that it’s practically insulting.
New umbrage detected.
I wonder what their feelz are that my Christmas baking includes angel and Santa cookies.
“I want to assure everyone that we have a watchful eye on some of our most prolific offenders, some of whom have been arrested several times since the beginning of the year.”
https://www.ny1.com/nyc/all-boroughs/news/2020/02/25/mta-subway-crime-numbers-show-rise-in-robberies
Mr. Coogan sounds like he’s running a daycare.
And “since the beginning of the year” ? Wtf?
It’s only March 1, FFS.
That NYC subway crime story is practically a reprint of a San Francisco crime story (car break-ins) from a decade ago.
I cringe whenever I have to consider going to sf these days.
Your rashness paid off. Some quids bunged in your tip jar.
“Stereotype”…
Plantbased neighbors?
Huh. I’ve had some odd neighbors in my mumble decades, but except for the robot wielding his leaf blower like he was caught in a programming loop, they were all meatbased. I think.
Your rashness paid off. Some quids bunged in your tip jar.
Bless you, sir. May foxes doze upon your lawn. Unless, of course, you’re a farmer or someone with a smallholding.
When leftists fight over who gets to take credit for making yet another personal activity political.
“Kill me now.”
https://twitter.com/SwanOfTuonela/status/1233493251140849668
“Kill me now.”
These people deserve to be slaves.
When leftists fight over who gets to take credit for making yet another personal activity political.
It’s stuff like that that reminds one what hot, seething messes of emotional and mental disorders leftists can be.
This just in:
Presumably, transgender people don’t have “genital preferences” and would be quite content with whatever genitals were attached to their persons.
Further to recent rumblings in the comments,
Robin Aitken on the biases of the BBC.
Thanks (again), David. Tip jar hit. 🙂
Thanks (again), David. Tip jar hit. 🙂
Bless you, sir. May your ego never be, as it were, balanced on a two-legged stool.
Presumably, transgender people don’t have “genital preferences” and would be quite content with whatever genitals were attached to their persons.
Evidently not or that individual who had a fake johnson attached wouldn’t be suing because her natural naughty bits were removed.
Somewhat related, “The Daily Beast” wonders why a certain person has an X over his no-no square.
Meanwhile, Lesbians on a rampage, though it may not have anything to do with TERFs.
I’m just going to leave this here, I think.
Fascinating…
Fascinating…
It occurs to me that The Sedentary Adventures of Old, Fat Data might have been slightly more compelling than what’s actually being broadcast.
As mentioned, my interest in Star Trek past the days of The One True Shatner™ are near zero, but I thought Data was some sort of robot, so how the hell would it either age or become body positive ?
If they just wanted to keep the general character, they could get a new one and explain that they downloaded the old one’s data (NPI) into the new one, but had to get a new one because Apple made the old one and they lost the charger, and of course the new ones didn’t fit it. That would be more believable than a geriatric curvy android.
The Sedentary Adventures of Old, Fat Data
LOL. Definitely sounds better than ‘Picard’.
Definitely sounds better than ‘Picard’.
I picture Data and Picard in matching rocking chairs on a porch at the chateau, comparing their various ailments at great length and attempting to recall their earlier, livelier times, the details of which now escape them.
And yes, it still sounds more enticing than anything belched out by Alex Hilary Kurtzman.
I thought Data was some sort of robot, so how the hell would it either age or become body positive
I imagine he lost CTRL bit by bit, was terminated from his regular gig, then RAM’d bytes of cookies until he crashed.
/ I paid my bar tab. SUFFER ME
Criticisms of contrivances, plot holes and deus ex machina storytelling from “The Great War”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaouoRbXWsU
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/ I paid my bar tab. SUFFER ME
[ Feels weight of tip jar, gestures for henchlesbians to stand down. ]
It occurs to me that The Sedentary Adventures of Old, Fat Data might have been slightly more compelling than what’s actually being broadcast.
One possible thought just popped into mind:
Hey, Patrick, have you seen any of “Star Trek “”Discovery”””?—And Yeah, we keep having to add the quotes to keep from giggling.
Stewart: _)#*&$#)&$)_#&$_)@*#^*)(((((((@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, we’re calling ’cause we’ve got some script, and it’s really only on the second draft or so, but if we go with it now, then all the work you’ve done can have a better and different finish than being a lead in for “”Discovery””.
Stewart: I’m in, when can we start?
Having only filtered the newer Trek excretions through the RLM crew and that other alcoholic David posted, can someone clarify this for me:
Are we to understand that in a post-scarcity, technology-indiscernible-from-magic world where military vessels have booths that just materialize snacks for for every Tom, Dick, and Harriet, the military-industrial complex thought that the most efficient and secure means of constructing starships was to produce an army of sapient androids and then keep them as slave laborers?
Can’t be going and honoring women on International Women’s Day. That’s just transphobic!
(can’t just once these council critters just tell the bullies to f**k off?)
Lurking, a better rash, squirrels hurling themselves through space, these are a few of my favorite things.
Are we to understand that in a […]
Star Trek isn’t science fiction. It’s Greek morality play and/or Shakespearean drama tarted up with rocket ships and ray guns. Assuming it’s intended to present an internally consistent universe is missing the point.
Voyager wasn’t good for much, but I’ll give Berman and co. credit for making this explicitly clear.
Monthly.
Resubmerging to the lurking depths.
Star Trek isn’t science fiction. It’s Greek morality play and/or Shakespearean drama tarted up with rocket ships and ray guns.
Gene Roddenberry pitched the series to NBC as “Wagon Train to the Stars”.
Are we to understand that in a post-scarcity…
If you pull at that thread – and in the case of Picard, just about any thread – the whole thing comes unravelled. It’s not so much a story as an unstable pile of generic, half-baked ideas, most of which have been seen before, and few of which sit well together. It doesn’t cohere. It’s like the various bits were just swept into a corner and that was it.
Assuming it’s intended to present an internally consistent universe is missing the point.
Given the writing talent on display, I doubt that a self-consistent story, even from one scene to the next, was ever on the cards. I mean, you can watch Picard and honestly wonder if you’ve passed out and missed entire scenes, entire character arcs. As a viewer, you’re continually being thrown out of the story by jumps, mismatches and incongruities. Why are these two characters, who have no connection or chemistry or discernible motive, suddenly shagging? Why is this other character needlessly doing the opposite of what he promised to do? Why does this Romulan, from the planet Romulus, have a heavy Oirish accent – at one point actually saying “cheeky feckers”?
Half of what you’re watching feels contrived, disjointed, arbitrary. It’s so badly stapled together.
these are a few of my favorite things.
Monthly.
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(can’t just once these council critters just tell the bullies to f**k off?)
A forlorn hope. I date the loss of the ability to say ‘No!’ and the crumbling of backbones to the early 80s, but probably because that’s when I began what I must laughingly call my career and became fully exposed to the lunacy afoot.
“Why are these two characters, who have no connection or chemistry or discernible motive, suddenly shagging? Why is this other character needlessly doing the opposite of what he promised to do?”
It’s probably based on real-life SJW social interactions.
It’s probably based on real-life SJW social interactions.
Heh. That may not be light years from the truth. It took me a while to realise that the Discovery character of Michael Burnham, a charmless Mary Sue, may actually be an ideal for the people for who wrote her.
Why are these two characters, who have no connection or chemistry or discernible motive, suddenly shagging?
That’s pretty much the story of my teens and twenties. (And thirties. Possibly.) Halcyon days.
Of course you are a racist, if you think you aren’t, you have just been using the wrong definition.
A mere 22 examples (just a small sample) at the link, so stop touching black peoples hair and get with the program, already.
Gene Roddenberry pitched the series to NBC as “Wagon Train to the Stars”.
And for decades, the way to get a TV show greenlit was to start your pitch with “It’s like The Fugitive, but…”
Everyone likes to bring up that quote, and I wonder how many of them have ever actually seen an episode of Wagon Train. Roddenberry was referrgin to the show’s episodic structure and rotating guest stars, which is ideally suited for television and syndication.
It’s not an accident that he cast two experienced Shakespearean actors to helm the first two shows, nor that Kirk was directed to deliver his lines in something close to iambic pentameter (you didn’t think Shatner actually talked like that, did you?)
As a viewer, you’re continually being thrown out of the story by jumps, mismatches and incongruities.
And two-dimensional villains. BONUS INCEST!
And two-dimensional villains. BONUS INCEST!
God, those scenes drag. Anything with Narek and Cartoon Evil Dominatrix Sister, or Narek and Soji, is awful. (They’ve managed to make visiting a Borg cube the most tiresome part of the show.) And after six episodes, more than half a season, Soji is still just an ill-defined MacGuffin, about which it’s hard to care, rather than an actual, you know, character.
Before abandoning the series, I found myself missing Picard’s Romulan housekeeper, even though she sounds like Mrs Doyle from Father Ted.
I wonder how many of them have ever actually seen an episode of Wagon Train
[raises hand]
As a child of the era, I loved all the westerns. Wagon Train, Sugarfoot, Paladin, Sky King, Cheyenne, The Rifle Man, Wanted: Dead or Alive (w Steve McQueen) … and my all time fave, Rawhide (with a very young Clint Eastwood, pre-spaghetti western)
That’s just the top of my head. Westerns dominated TV in the 50s & 60s.
By the way, this is me supposedly taking a few days off. As you can see, I’m not very good at it.
It’s like the various bits were just swept into a corner and that was it.
Could be worse. 🙂
http://ace.mu.nu/archives/386120.php
Could be worse. 🙂
Oh my. I’d heard it was bad to the point of parody. The poor Doctor sounds done.
Also liked this, re Picard:
Heh.
The answer is to do the work – read things such as Why I’m No Longer Talking to White People about Race, Brit(ish), Natives, It’s Not About the Burqa and much much more. Listen to those around you, observe things, and call out problematic behaviours.
But, remember that you will never arrive at true racial awareness, it’s an ever-evolving process.
It’s not every day that they come right out and say it: “You need to give your money to the race-baiters, prop them up and amplify their voices. You need to be hyper-vigilant against imagined slights. You need to harass your family and friends. And even then, you will still, always and forever, be a racist.”
Gotta give ’em credit for pulling the curtain back.
Long essay, but oh so worth it.
Choice quotes:
and
Farnsworth,
#6 on that list is the winner.
even though she sounds like Mrs Doyle from Father Ted.
There was a TV movie in the 1980s about Vietnamese and Cambodian children adopted into the US, one of whom went on to win some kind of major spelling bee. The twist was that she’d been adopted by a West Texas family and had the corresponding accent.
One might assume that the Romulans learned English in, I don’t know, whatever’s left of northern Ireland in the 25th century. But truth is stranger than fiction, and much like Ben Mendelsohn’s Skrulladile Dundee, it doesn’t much matter if there’s a reasonable explanation for it. It just sounds ridiculous, and when suspension of disbelief is a cornerstone of your genre it’s a stumble out of the gate.
it doesn’t much matter if there’s a reasonable explanation for it. It just sounds ridiculous, and when suspension of disbelief is a cornerstone of your genre it’s a stumble out of the gate.
That. It’s hard to succumb to the drama, especially one so poorly written, if you’re continually raising an eyebrow at the incongruities and half expecting the Romulan housekeeper to say, cheerily, “Top o’ the morning, admiral.” For the most part, so far as I can see, the incongruities serve no obvious purpose, except to draw attention to their modish incongruity, thereby throwing you out of the story. As you say, it continually undermines any suspension of disbelief, any attempt at immersion. It’s not just some quirky aesthetic flourish; it’s a very basic mistake.