My post about Alpha Centura got me feeling all warm and fuzzy about the early days of my Star Trek geekiness, so I figured I’d share a couple photos of one of my prized Trek items — the Command Communications Console.
I wish I could say this is the same one I owned as a kid, but to be quite honest, I have no recollection of what happened to the thing. This one was a Christmas gift a few years back. Here’s the TV commercial for it:
I also had the communicators, but my biggest problem was not having anybody to talk to on the things. Sometimes I could get my dad to tell me what he was watching on TV, but that meant walking into the living room, handing him a communicator, and telling him to wait till I contacted him. Then I’d hustle back to my room, get on either the Command Console or my other communicator, and fuzzily ask him what he was up to. This, as you might imagine, wasn’t very exciting for either of us.
Late one night, I discovered that I could listen in on a CB conversation — what seemed to be the prelude to an illicit affair: a woman who complained about her husband being at work all night, and a guy who very obviously had designs on keeping her company in her lonely hours. These two talked every weeknight, and it was apparent that they were headed for trouble. I lost interest in their sordid tale for some reason, though, so I can only guess at how it ended.
Another thing I used to do was push the “Transmit” button and say “Spock… Help me, Spock…” until one night someone responded, telling me to knock it off. That freaked me out so much that I seriously don’t remember ever playing with the Console anymore afterwards.
Lotsa work on Pete, Drinker of Blood part 8 today. I hesitate to say anything about my feelings as to how this installment is coming along because I live in constant fear of feeling good about something only to have people react to it like it’s a big heap of poo, so I’ll remain silent. Except I think I more-or-less let it slip there that I’m feeling pretty good about it.
Thinking about watching this flick tonight — it’s on Netflix streaming, and it looks pretty intriguing:
Short post today, since I’m pressed for time, and also a little wiped out from driving around in the heat this afternoon (no a/c in the Jeep, but the windows open nicely).
I stole this photo from the P.E.G. Practical Effects Group on Facebook — there are a bunch of effects guys in the group and they post some pretty damn cool pictures. I’d like to have one of these in my living room:
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I think the P.E.G. folks said this is the model used in The Cage, the first Trek pilot.
Awhile back, I said I’d give a free book to the first person to show up at my table at the Albuquerque Comic Expo in a Space: 1999 costume. Since nobody claimed that prize, the offer is still open — first person to come see me at Bubonicon this weekend while wearing a Moonbase Alpha uniform will get the book of their choice, free.
Here’s the funkiest, rockin’est science fiction TV show theme of all time:
The Casey-dawg seems to be getting better and better. She’s off the soup and on canned dog food now, and this afternoon she even had a little of her dry food mixed into the canned stuff. I’m hoping I can start letting her go outside without supervision soon, too.
In the course of all this, Decker has been wondering why the supply of snacks has dried up, not understanding that I can’t possibly bear Casey’s big ol’ brown eyes staring at me as I give Deckie a tasty treat that she’s not allowed to have. As a result, the house overfloweth with doggy sadness.
On the writing end of things, part 7 of Pete, Drinker of Blood is moving right along.
Meanwhile, I’ve been watching episodes of Project UFO (thanks to Mel Smith) here and there when I get a chance. This one’s for you, Ian Tregillis:
It’s been more than a week since I put in the plants in the Grotto, and not only are they still alive (astonishing enough all on its own), but they’re starting to spread. Soon the Grotto shall be a wonderland of green fluffiness! With bonus cotton action, as you can see in the photo below — the cottonwood trees are releasing their flammable payload and it’s winding up everywhere.
Tiny now, but soon it shall take over.
My buddy Keith Rainville, mastermind behind the awesome site Vintage Ninja, turned me on to a terrific blog called Space 1970, all about the wonders of 1970s science fiction TV and movies, run by a writer named Christopher Mills.
My favorite thing about Space 1970 is that Mills writes about this stuff non-ironically — he really loves these movies and shows, and that love comes across in his site. In these days of endless snark and cynicism, Space 1970 is a sweet relief.
Mills posts a lot of behind the scenes stills like the one above (from Gerry Anderson’s UFO), along with lots of video and of course, plenty of articles on various TV shows and movies, including a great piece on the world-building and storytelling (and sometimes lack thereof) in Jason of Star Command.
If you’re into this sort of thing at all, head on over there and check it out — but be prepared to lose several hours of your day.
If you’d like to see me standing around behind some actors, one of the episodes of In Plain Sight I worked on will air tonight.
It’s one of three episodes I did the extra-thing on — the first aired last season: I was a Federal Marshal who stood behind Mary McCormack as she strolled along a corridor. On tonight’s episode, I portray a slightly different Federal Marshal standing on the Railrunner (the local commuter train) behind Mary McCormack and the rest of the cast as they talk about stuff. On my third and final episode (still to be aired), I was a dude from 1980 in a flashback sequence, although they really wanted my 1978 Jeep Wagoneer — I’m not sure I even wound up on camera.
During the shoot for tonight’s episode, Paul Ben-Victor wandered over to stand next to me, largely because it was warmer on the train than it was outside. I’m a huge fan of Ben-Victor, especially his stretch on The Invisible Man, the underrated series that ran for two seasons on The SyFy Channel (back when it was still Sci Fi). In fact, my keyring sports a quote from Darien Fawkes (the Invisible Man himself, played by Vincent Ventresca): “Oh, crap.” I showed the keyring to Ben-Victor and he really got a kick out of it — said he’d have to call Vinnie (!) and tell him about it. If you ever saw the show, you know that the best part was watching Ben-Victor and Ventresca play off each other, so I asked if they ad-libbed a lot. Ben-Victor said they did it constantly and that the writers hated them. Foolish writers.