When Nerds Die
Dec 19I am as big a Star Wars nerd as you will ever find.
However, I implore my fellow Alert Nerds: When I pass from this mortal coil, please do NOT post an entry that suggests I am now “one with the force.”
I’ll just be DEAD, okay?
Galactica on the Big Screen
Dec 18I was terribly excited to be able to partake of this last week. Really, every episode of Galactica should be viewed with a crowd of fellow fans. Everything from the giggles at Starbuck high horsedly referring to her marriage a “sacrament” to the screams of anguish at that especially cliffhangy cliffhanger was awesome.
I got there about an hour and a half before start time and the line already stretched around the Westside Pavilion’s bountiful food court. The line itself was quite the par-tay. I made friends with the guy standing next to me (very important when you need to leave said line for food or bathroom breaks) and totally ran into my old pal Paul and his pal Adam. Husband Jeff arrived eventually, so we had quite the contingent once the thing was set to start. At some point, a bunch of the BSG writers greeted us line-dwellers and thanked us so much for coming! Really! They were not expecting this kind of turn-out! In fact, the turn-out was so great that TV Guide bought up a second showing. Our little gang was amongst the last let into the theater for showing #1, so we got the special, up-close, neck-spraining seats. But we didn’t care because how can one complain when a gigantic Lucy Lawless is tossing her beautifully-feathered hair in your direction?
After the eppy, we got a little Q&A with the writers. Folks onhand included Michael Taylor (who wrote some really fantastic eps of DS9, like this one and this one) and Jane Espenson (Buffy!!) and Mark Verheiden (who penned the actual BSG episode we watched). Everyone treated them like rock stars, which was awesome. A few nuggets: they said the ratings are “tanking,” so everyone needs to watch when BSG returns on Sunday nights (new timeslot) next month. They also said that if you’re mad after watching this mid-season finale, just wait ’til the actual season finale, boy howdy! And when someone asked if we’ll be seeing any of the final five Cylon models, they actually got into a huddle, broke, and said…yes.
Here’s my review of the episode, by the way.
Also, random sidenote: after the screening, I asked Husband Jeff who he would deem as the “hottest” person on the show. I had already prepared my answer (Lucy Lawless!) and was quite excited when he concurred. Xenalon all the way!
Fanboys trailer
Dec 15You know about watching a pot – you watch and watch and nothing, then you go answer the phone and you’ve got water, filthy with spagetti starch spilling over everything. Yeah, same thing with trailers apparently. After months and months of waiting for news on Fanboys, I miss the trailer by a month. A MONTH!
Light on the sick friend angle, but heavy with Free Enterprise-esque fannish comedy. The shots of the van interior that mirror the cockpit shots in Star Wars totally make it for me. And Veronica Mars. And Shatner. And that Ernie’s name is on the credits. And Kevin Spacey. And, like, all of it.
MARTY!
Dec 13I can’t even really say much about this, except GOD BLESS the author. And the internet, in general.
Without both, we’d never have this comprehensive Back to the Future timeline.
Go Cubs in 2015!
Tits Up – Ex Machina: Fact V. Fiction
Dec 12Tits Up is a recurring feature where I will chronicle gratuitous T&A in mainstream superhero comic books.
Fret not; I do not plan to quit my job so that I can post every ten minutes, twenty-four hours a day, and insure that I don’t miss anything. I will focus instead on the “gratuitous” part–in other words, perfectly good comics, demeaned by random boobs and bums.
I was never much of a Lothario, so I haven’t seen but a handful of women my age at sleepy time.
None of them wore see-through pink negligees to bed on a regular basis. Sure, there is always the special occasion. But a see-through pink negligee on, like, an average Tuesday night? Not so much.
Yet there’s Journal Moore, in Brian K. Vaughan and Tony Harris’ Ex Machina, lounging around on an average night with areolas proudly poking through her Frederick’s of Hollywood special, while she tries to tell her boss Mayor Hundred that she is quitting her job because she met a soldier, and she disagrees with the war in Iraq.
The scene as drawn could not be MORE jarring. One panel, it’s nighttime at Gracie Mansion; the next, it’s Emmanuelle in Space. It’s a scene where a T-shirt and shorts would have been FAR more realistic, far more appropriate, at least in the eyes of this average American adult male. Instead, we get BOOBS.
And I’ve been a Tony Harris fan since Starman; if his spot-on facial expressions don’t get you, his gorgeous page layouts will. But come on. These are two funbags too many.
Mr. Tony Harris, you have gone…TITS UP.
