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Another Spammer Gem

Friday, October 29th, 2010

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Parental Guidance Suggested

Thursday, October 28th, 2010

I’ll warn everyone in advance: this is a parenting post. Those of you who don’t have any interest in kid talk may want to skip this one.

Maybe I was overthinking it, but when my wife and I had our first child, my son, I was almost overwhelmed at the thought that we could take on this kind of responsibility without anyone in authority doing the slightest bit of checking to make sure that we were fit to be parents. You are creating a new human life, and the ramifications of your decisions and your actions can be huge. The name alone took hours of discussion. Are we going to use a family name? If so, from which side of the family? Can it be shortened to an insulting nickname? Do the initials spell anything? And so on.

Then, once you have the child and have presumably named it (our son was known as “Question Mark” for the entire pregnancy, since we didn’t find out the gender ahead of time), you are tasked with raising it. Sure there’s the basic feeding, clothing, and sheltering aspects of that, but there’s also the teaching and guidance parts.

This is the aspect I’m still figuring out.

My son is ten now, and my daughter is six. They’re going to school and getting that thar book lernin’, but what other guidance should I be offering? My parents were fairly hands-off with me. That’s not to say that they weren’t involved with my life. They were. I grew up in a great environment, my father went on most of my school field trips in elementary school, and my mother was a constant fixture in my high school years (Admittedly, this was due to the fact that she taught at the school I attended and was my homeroom teacher all four years of high school). They were there for me and supportive, but rarely did they try to push me toward any particular thing, even things that you’d think they might.

For example, my father was in a fraternity in college. He was actually president of his fraternity, if my memory serves. My parents met at a fraternity/sorority mixer, so I basically owe my existence to the greek system. But when I went to college, my father didn’t encourage me to pledge his former fraternity. Honestly, I couldn’t even tell you which one it was. I am technically a legacy, I suppose, which I believe would have given me a leg up, but at no time did my father even mention the idea to me (Of course, that could be because he knew that I was a giant geek and didn’t have a prayer of getting in. If that’s the case, thank you for sparing me humiliation that, Dad.). Honestly, though, it only occurred to me this week that it might be a little odd that he didn’t encourage me to do that. The reason that I didn’t find it odd, though, is that my parents always left me to make my own decisions.

I’d like to think that I can be the same way about my kids; however, I just KNOW that there will be times coming when I want to urge them to do one thing or another. I’ve already tried getting my son into Star Trek, with almost no success.

I guess while they’re learning about life, I’m just going to have to learn to stay the hell back unless they ask for my advice. Who knows? They might actually do that at some point. I doubt it, but they might.

What Was That?

Friday, October 22nd, 2010

My mother is a high school teacher. Well, now she’s more of an administrator, but when I was growing up, she was teaching full-time. She also directed the musicals at one of the high schools she taught at while I was in elementary school. Because of her, I grew up around musical theater and have always enjoyed it. I can’t say that I love every show, but I think musicals in general can be a lot of fun.

A couple of years ago, I saw the film version of “Rent.” This was my first exposure to it, and I ended up buying the DVD and getting the soundtrack. Like many of my DVDs, it’s ended up sitting on myself unwatched since I got it. I actually popped it in a few weeks ago and managed to get through about 10 minutes before I was interrupted by my kids coming to look for me. As “Rent” isn’t exactly kid-friendly, I shut it off and went to see to them. This is also why I haven’t been able to get through the Ultimate Watchmen DVD set I got last Christmas.

So while watching the movie hasn’t been possible, I put the soundtrack for “Rent” back into my car recently. Normally, I skip over a few of the songs (and sometimes the entire second half if I’m not in the mood for the more depressing stuff), but no matter when I listen to it, I skip over Maureen’s performance art number. I didn’t like it in the film, so I’ve never bothered to listen to it on the soundtrack. Until yesterday, that is. I realized as I reached that track that I had absolutely no recollection of why I didn’t like it the first time around, so I decided to give it another listen.

Consider my memory refreshed. And…

What

The

HELL?

I’ve never seen the stage version of the show, so maybe someone who has can help me out here. Are we honestly supposed to take that seriously? What all of the bizarre pauses, cow jumping over the moon bits, and mooing, it sounded more like a parody than anything else. Or is the point that she really is terrible? I thought from the show that she was supposed to be some kind of amazing performance artist. Maybe I completely misinterpreted it. I don’t know. I do know that it’s going back to getting skipped.

Spam Wars

Monday, October 18th, 2010

This is a small blog. I have no illusions about there being any kind of readership, because, let’s face it, the subject matter is either my life, which is interesting mainly to me, or Star Traks, which doesn’t exactly have a huge fandom. For the first several months, I got almost no feedback on the posts, which didn’t bother me.

A couple of weeks ago, though, that changed. Evidently, Google’s bots found the blog and indexed it, which means that now I get reponses to posts from spammers. Most of them are a variation on this:

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I have to give them points for trying. It’s an ultra-generic yet complimentary posting about just how informative a blog I have here. I got several after my post about my reaction to the guy in the Big Bird costume. I had no idea that people were clammoring for information about that particular topic. I’m glad that I can perform such a valuable public service.

Of course, it comes complete with a link to whatever site they’re spamming for. I’m not sure if it’s all sales sites or ones where they’re trying to put a trojan on my computer. Either way, I don’t let them through.

So, spammers of the world, I know you won’t read this and that you don’t care anyway, but you’re wasting your time here. I moderate every comment before it’s posted, and I don’t have enough readers for you to fool with. Go away.

Thank you.

UPDATE: Even the post about spam got spammed. You have to love this one, though:

“Unfortunately we cannot learn all that we want but this could help me to make my knowledge puzzle which actually is never ending story.”

Knowledge puzzle? For spam, it’s downright poetic.

Lingering Effects

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

I’ve come to realize over the last couple of years just how much of an effect our childhoods have on us. It wasn’t really something that I ever considered before. I mistakenly believed that your childhood was just something you left behind when you grew up and anything that you experienced then would just fade into the increasingly-foggy past.

That’s really not the case, though, is it? Our childhood isn’t called our formative years for nothing.

I had that brought home to be on a trip to Busch Gardens in Williamburg, VA this year. The park has a Sesame Street themed section for little kids, and, even though my daughter is six and a little old for it, she still wanted to go in and check it out. They have costumed characters roaming around, but frankly they looked a little silly to me. Bert and Erinie on TV are Muppets and about three feet high. Guys in giant Bert and Ernie suits are…kind of creepy actually. Then there was the 6-foot-tall MEGA ELMO! (I’ve never trusted Elmo, and I never will. I can never forgive him for completely taking over Sesame Street). My daughter was happy to hug the costumed park employees while I stood back and watched from my position as a father pleased to see his daughter so happy.

And then I saw Big Bird.

This Big Bird was…well…Big Bird-sized. He looked exactly like he does on the show, and deep inside my brain the part of little-kid me that still exists in there had a complete and total freak out.

OH MY GOD, IT’S BIG BIRD!!!

I swear to you that it took everything I had not to run up and hug him…or should I say hug the poor, underpaid college student who was probably stuck in the suit that day. I have never felt anything like that before. I’ve met Star Trek actors before, which was neat, but nothing like this. I’d describe it as an almost primal feeling of love. This was my friend! Now I did watch a lot of Sesame Street as a child (or so my parents have told me), so all I can guess is that the fact that Big Bird was a regular friendly presence during my early development created this bond deep in my psyche that I had no clue even existed until I was faced with Big Bird in person. I don’t know how else to explain it.

So, despite what I believed, our childhoods are always with us. You may not realize it on a regular basis, but it’s in there affecting you in ways that you may not consciously realize until you’re confronted by a man in a giant bird suit.

Contractual Obligations

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Here are the comments from the last Boldly Gone story of Series Nine, which have been stashed her for safekeeping:

Comments on “Contractual Obligations”

So we have come to the end of another run, but, since I covered a lot of the elements of this storyline in the comments for the previous two stories, I don’t know how much I really have to say here.

As you would expect after two stories of mess making, this one was about cleaning things up. More than that, though, it may be the first time that Bain has ever questioned himself or his methods. He took action without all of the facts and very nearly cost the Multeks their civilization. Then fixing that mistake nearly cost his adopted son the woman he loves. If this were a drama series, one of those things probably would have come to pass, forcing Bain into some deep soul searching that possibly would have changed him forever. Fortunately we’re writing comedy here, so you get the tension with only a fraction of the angst.

I’ve noticed, though, that the idea of family not necessarily being about biology has been a recurring theme in the Traks that I’ve written. In Original Traks, Dillon’s parents basically used him as a lab rat. In Waystation, Beck had her sister issues. And in Boldly, Tovar’s relationship with the Bains has been one of the core elements of the series. If I were to attempt to psychoanalyze myself and figure out why I keep coming back this idea, I would have to say it’s probably due to the fact that my own family is so spread out. I saw either set of grandparents maybe once a year for a couple of days due to distance, and my aunts and uncles are all over the US. Now my brother is literally on the opposite of the country from me. I think because of that, I’ve tended to have deeper emotional connections with my friends. They are in many ways my family.

Moving from there to more ridiculous matters, we come to the giant robot. Why did the casino turn into a giant robot? Because it made me laugh. With all that was going on between Tovar, his parents, Marsden, and the Bains, we needed some silly. A giant Bradley Dillon robot fit the bill. And now the Multeks have a giant robo-Bradley head floating around their space like that thing out of the old Transformers movie (the animated one. Not that stuff Michael Bay has been putting out. That’s a whole other rant). In any case, I thought it would be fun for Bain to take on a giant robot. And then I decided it would be more fun for him to really want to take on the robot and not get the chance.

As I think I said in the comments to the first story of this three-parter, this storyline has been floating around for a while. I think I had the basics of it figured out back in series six or seven, which, when you take into account the five year gap between eight and nine, is a long time. Even then I knew exactly what the last line was. And then we changed it. Tovar and Marsden getting married was something I came up with shortly after I finished the original version of the story, so I wrote a second ending where that was included. After Anthony and I talked about it and what it would mean for the series, we decided to go ahead and get them hitched. It made for an upbeat ending to the run. In case anyone is curious, there was never a thought of ending this one with a cliffhanger.

In the Days Before Digital

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

And so begins another Traks history lesson.

After my sophomore year of college produced Belch-O-Rama, Traks IV, and Sensitivity 101, I spent the following Summer not writing much of anything as I recall. I spent my days working and my evenings with my fiance, so not a lot of Traks was happening.

Once I got back to Old Dominion in the Fall of 1994, I decided that the time was right to pursue something I’d been wanting to do for ages: make a Star Traks movie.

Now this wasn’t going to be my first attempt at filmmaking. Okay. That makes it sound more grandiose than it was. We’re talking about stuff that was shot with a plain old home video camera on standard VHS tape. In any case, back in high school, my friends and I had made a few extra credit films for our classes. One of them, a modernization of The Aeneid involving mobsters, may include the most boring boat chase ever caught on camera.

Making a Star Traks movie was going to be a whole different level of challenge. First, we had almost no budget. Second, we had no sets. Third, we had no place to build sets even if we had a budget to do so. Fourth, none of us were really actors. Fifth…well, you get the idea.

Fortunately, we had Sensitivity 101, written during the previous school year, which, conveniently enough, was mostly set at Old Dominion. I wrote the script pretty quickly. Most of it was done in a single evening, which was also the night I was first introduced to beer by my RA at the time. After a brain-numbing marathon of typing, I stumbled down to his place just to get away from my laptop. He took one look at me and decided that I needed a beer, which was somewhat ironic considering he was supposed to be preventing underaged drinking on campus. Granted, I was 20 at the time, so it’s not like I was much underage. Anyway, this RA was from Norway, and he handed me a dark heavy beer. Since it was my first one, it has forever colored my beer drinking preferences. To this day I can’t stand most of the standard American brews like Budweiser and Coors. Coors Light seems to me to be carbonated water.

With that alcohol-fueled detour out of the way, back to the story. With a script in hand that took Sensitivity 101, renamed it Star Traks: Refresher Course, and turned it into something we could reasonably shoot on campus, we headed into pre-production, which in this case involved a trip to K-Mart where I bought red, gold, and blue long sleeve T-shirts to be used as the uniform tops. Coincidentally, the $50 bucks or less that I spent on those shirts was pretty much the whole budget. I asked everyone to provide their own black pants and shoes and civilian clothes for the 20th Century scenes.

Once shooting started, we did whatever we could, whenever we could, as fast as we could. Two long days were spent in a meeting room of the top floor of the Batten Arts & Letters building for scenes that were supposed to be in a runabout and an admiral’s office. We took over the rec room of our on-campus apartment complex, Powhatan Apartments, for the final scene in Seven Backward on the Secondprize. We talked a couple of my professors into being in the movie and letting us shoot in their classes. We swiped an empty classroom for other bits. We used an Enterprise-D toy and a runabout model shot against black posterboard with holes punched in it and light shining behind it for the space sequences. We made credits in a computer program but then had to film the monitor in order to get them on camera.

I was the “director,” although I can’t say that I did much directing. There wasn’t a lot of shot composition happening or coverage or anything like that. Mainly I set up the camera and hoped everybody got their lines right, which, considering the amount of technobabble Jaroch and Carr had to spit out on the runabout, was a challenge.

Two months later, though, we were done, and I set about putting the movie together. Remember this was 1994, and we had everything on VHS tapes. There was no digital video, editing software, rendering software, or any of that. At least not that was remotely affordable or available to the general public. It’s astounding to me how much changed and how quickly it changed after that. Ten years later, people were putting out incredible fan films with really amazing effects. Back in 1994, though, I had two VCRs and a sound board that allowed me to mix in some music. I edited the film together from the raw footage with the two VCRs. It was a painstaking process to find the takes and make sure that I was joining the scenes together as seemlessly as possible. We started every one with a fade in and ended with a fade out to make that somewhat simpler.

Finally, I finished my edit, and then on November 17, 1994, the day before Star Trek: Generations came out, we premiered it in the Powhatan Apartments rec room after a showing of Star Trek 6 and the final episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.

The response was…meh.

Look, it’s not a great movie. I won’t pretend that it is. The pacing is terrible, the shots are way too static, the lack of budget and the weaknesses of doing it on VHS really show, and my acting is…not good. Despite that, I am exceptionally proud of the movie because we finished it. We made a 45 minute long Star Traks movie.

After talking about it for this long, you’d think I’d be nice enough to give you a link or something. That won’t be happening. Sorry. While my friends made the movie with me, they would be none too pleased if it got out on ye olde Internet. I can’t say that I blame them. What I can offer, however, is the script that I wrote for the movie. What we shot ended up being slightly different. A couple of scenes were never actually filmed. But, for the most part, this is what we did.

Star Traks: Refresher Course

After the rush of finishing the first movie, I wanted to do another one based on the Traks short story “A Serious Case of the Stupids.” I had big plans for this one. We were going to figure out how to do effects, I was going to shoot coverage and close-ups and things like that. Unfortunately, we never managed to make it happen. The timing just never worked out. I did, however, write the script. That was a start at least.

A Serious Case of the Stupids

Now that we live in the age of digital video and affordable effects, Anthony and I occasionally bat around the idea of trying to do another movie. We still are faced with many of the same problems: no budget, no sets, no place to build sets, and so on. And we can add the fact that neither of us knows the first thing about green screen shooting (if we decided to go that way for the sets) or rendering computer graphics and effects. The bigger problem as I see it is the lack of a cast. We’ve graduated, grown up, and moved on with our lives. I guess we could just recast the parts, but it wouldn’t feel right to have anyone other than my friends playing these characters.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Friday, October 1st, 2010

Continuing the posting of story comments here in case of forum catastrophe…

Comments on “Welcome To The Hotel California”

Commenting on part two of a longer storyline is difficult, so I’ll just focus in on a few elements from this one.

Getting the Romulans off on their own is fun, since the handle things a bit differently. I can’t see Starfleet Officers repeatedly stunning someone just for the heck of it and certainly not advocating killing Burke…even if she is annoying.

Reginald Bain is usually the direct sort, but he’s shown in the past that he can use misdirection and confusion when the need arises. Give him some time, and he’ll figure out a way to take you down. Don’t give him time, and he may just come at you head-on. Pick your poison.

The real heart of this story for me, though, are the flashbacks to how Bain and Tovar first met. This was one of those things that we’d mentioned in passing starting with the very first run of stories, but showing it was another matter. My hope was to develop the connection between them quickly, since I didn’t want it taking up the whole story, while showing enough to make it understandable why Bain decided to adopt Tovar. Their father-son relationship has been a major part of the series since the beginning, so it was nice to go back to where it started.

As for Tovar’s reunion with his own parents…well…maybe having them disappear for 20 years wasn’t such a tragedy after all. I do have to admit that this is based loosely on reality. I do know a couple who always have given me the impression that they only had a child to get their parents of their back. The kid seems to practically live the grandparents while mom and dad continue to go out and do things that most of us with young ones at home cannot. I took it to an extreme for Tanta and Jimsok (yet another awful name), but I got the idea from the real world.

If at the end of the story, you were saying, “Wait. WHAT?” that was intentional. All should become clear in the final story of the run.