I don’t have a lot of time now, but the good news is that my mother is home and doing well. She’s on blood thinners, and that should address the clotting issue. I spent most of the last week and the weekend with her.
Also, I’m moving on Friday, so things here are hectic and I likely won’t have time to post much. But we’ll see.
Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day Weekend and, if you went to Wiscon, you didn’t get sick (and if you did, I hope it passed quickly).
While I don’t take back my previous statement about a lot of Star Trek being shit, I will admit to being a fan of The Next Generation and DS9 in the day. It’s just that in retrospect, after watching BSG, I am a bit spoiled. The way I see it, Star Trek (at least the series I mentioned), was good SF television. BSG is good (actually great) television period.
But on to the Star Trek. There was another Voyager episode on the other day and it dealt with the burgeoning Seven of Nine/Chakotay relationship. I think it was the finale.
That made me think of the various inter-crew relationships on the various series.
So, I pose to you, the readers, what was the best, most believable relationship on the various Trek shows? And what was the worst, most clumsy, ridiculous relationship?
Here are the ones I remember:
1. Ryker/Troi
2. Worf/Troi
3. Picard/Crusher
4. Data/Yar (maybe not a real relationship, but I thought it deserved mention)
5. Kira/Odo
6. Worf/Dax
7. Bashir/Ezri Dax
8. Neelix/Kes
9. Paris/Torres
10. Chakotay/Seven of Nine
11. T’pol/Trip
Those are the only relationships between main crew members that I can remember (I’m not counting relationships like O’Brien and Keiko since she was a secondary character – though I did like the way that relationship progressed over the two series). I also didn’t watch Enterprise much, but I read about the T’pol/Trip thing recently.
So, I open it up to you – which was the best? Which was the worst?
…can be such a load of shit.
My god, I’m sitting here watching a Voyager episode (don’t ask) and it’s appallingly bad.
BSG has spoiled me for a lot of other shows.
Watching Battlestar Galactica this season, I have been struck, particularly recently, by similarities to movies. War movies.
Two episodes ago, I was getting a strong Private Pyle vibe from the Chief. This week, I was getting a strong Apocalypse Now thing from Starbuck’s crew. Not quite a river, but similar. The further they go, the stranger things get, and the more tense.
I’m wondering what next week will bring.
This is my second time at trying to post this. I’m at my parents’ for Mother’s Day and his computer is rather twitchy.
What I was trying to say is that over the last couple of weeks I’ve been having Kiwi experiences.
Two weeks ago, I saw Crowded House at the Fillmore (Irving Plaza). It was general admission, so I was close enough to see Neil Finn clearly. He invited the PS 22 Chorus, an elementary school group from Staten Island to open the show. He’d apparently seen a video of them singing one of his songs and he liked it so much that he had them come on stage for the show.
They performed three songs, including Private Universe. Then the band came on stage and did the song with them. YouTube has a video of it.
Because YouTube embedding seems to completely throw off the formatting of my site, here is the link, if you’re interested:
It was great. Say what you will, but there is nothing wrong about kids singing. It was a great start to the show.The rest of the show was great as well. I’ve come to like and respect Crowded House over the last year and Neil Finn’s voice is still incredible. They are definitely seasoned veterans on stage, but they also have a bit of a casual approach, ad libbing and playing songs that weren’t on the list. They even invited one of the audience members from the front row up to sing and play with them on one song, a song he apparently performed with them back in August in California.It was a great show.Then, this past week, I went to see Flight of the Conchords. Twice. The New Zealand comedy duo, stars of their own HBO show, winner of the Grammy for best comedy album, Bret and Jemaine, two of my favorite people in the world. Both shows were great and slightly different. On the second night, I helped my brother dispose of his tickets, ending up 8th row center at the Town Theatre. They played almost every song I wanted them to play. With the exception of Leggy Blonde, which I will forgive them for since it’s more a Murray song than anything. I was happy that my seats were better than Susan Sarandon’s and Tim Robbins’ seats, which were about 8 rows behind me.
Both shows were incredible and made me a very happy individual.
Only one way to top this, and that’s a trip to New Zealand. Maybe next year…
P.S. I was in Park Slope yesterday looking at apartments and I saw Mel from the Flight of the Conchords on the street. I had to stop myself from making a noise of excitement.