“Pilgrim of Eternity” is the delightful first episode of “Star Trek Continues,” a fan-produced Star Trek series that picks up the original TV show where it left off, reproducing the visual and storytelling style. The script plays as if Gene Roddenberry himself had commissioned and revised it. The sets look the same, the Enterprise looks the same, the costumes and props look the same, the lighting is the same. It’s even got the same music.
Watching it is like seeing the first episode of a fourth season of Star Trek, where for some reason the characters had been recast with actors who look and act sort of like the original.
This episode is a sequel to “Who Mourns for Adonais,” where the Enterprise meets the Greek god Apollo. In the timeline of the show, it’s just two years later, and the Enterprise encounters Apollo again, only now the godlike alien has been aged many decades because of an accident involving the technology that gave Apollo his powers. The artificial aging gimmick creates an opportunity for Michael Forrest, the original actor who played Apollo nearly 50 years ago, to recreate the role in a 2013 production.
The mastermind behind “Star Trek Continues” is Vic Mignogna, who also plays Captain Kirk in a William Shatnerian fashion. Appearing as Mr. Scott is Chris Doohan, whose father was James Doohan, the actor who originated the role. And Marina Sirtis, who played Counselor Troi on “Star Trek: The Next Generation,” does the voice of the ships computer.
The episode is a lot of fun. It’s great to see a new episode of something that looks and plays like the original Star Trek. There are 10 more episodes and I plan to watch them all.
Examples: “I’ll make the ask.” “I’ll put in the ask.” “That’s a big ask.”
The company website will just tell me that the company delivers digital transformation through high engagement and synergizing best-of-breed go-to-market solutions for high-touch increased customer engagement and omnichannel experience.
Then I go to wikipedia and find out that, oh, they make call-center software. Cool.
The terminal United flies out of is WAY nicer than Southwest, with choice of Peet’s, Starbucks or Panninikins and numerous restaurants and shops.
On the plane itself, United seems to have a bit more aisle space, butt width and legroom.
Plus on United you have the possibility of an invigorating fisticuff with airline personnel.
I let my driver’s license expire AND went well past the grace period. I’ve actually been aware of this a while but finally a TSA agent dinged me for it when I tried to use the expired license to get past security. Fortunately I also have a passport card for alternate ID.
So I’ll need to head over to the DMV Friday when I’m home to get that taken care of.
I think I’ll Lyft over, or ask Julie to drive me. Driving myself to the DMV to get my expired license renewed seems like a bad choice.
I hope I don’t have to take driver’s ed again. On the other hand, I liked driver’s ed, so maybe either way I’m good.
Ok, Cisco Partner Summit, whaddaya got for me?
Other than the occasional corporate event like this one, the only times I ever get to this part of San Diego are for Comic-Con.
My gender-cross Wonder Woman cosplay is a big hit at Comic-Con. But it’s getting me funny looks now.
Julie sorts my incoming streetmail into this basket. Sammy has decided he’s found a better use.
Two friends suggested that now is a bad time for me to be posting cheesecake photos, with the #MeToo campaign highlighting awarenes of women’s sexual harassment. I went through my queue of upcoming social media posts and deleted any that I thought might make people uncomfortable. I was surprised at how many there were.
Maybe I’ll change back again in the future, but for now the cheesecake photos seem like a bad idea.
Can we stop talking about AI and machine learning now? The phrases have ceased to have any meaning. Every press release and PR pitch I get is about AI and machine learning. When that happens, there’s no differentiation anymore. It’s all just noise.
Usually it’s no big deal to have to go outside to get from my house to the home office. But when it’s 94 degrees out and I’m bringing myself hot coffee, I rethink that choice.
A PR person recently asked me for sample questions for an interview (something I dislike doing but accept as often necessary) and I provided a few. The PR person said, in a disappointed tone, “So you’re not looking for thought leadership then? Because the spokesman is looking to provide thought leadership.”
Being the veteran journalist that I am, I handled this comment deftly and with great alacrity. I said, “Huh?”
Once again looking to AirBnb for accommodations in SF because I booked too late for a conference. This time it’s for DreamForce.
I can rent a camper van for $75/night.
I’m going to set up a filter to send email containing the phrase “circling back” directly to the trash.
John Robb has said that the opioid epidemic and terrorism are two examples of the collapse of models for manhood. I rejected that at first. Now I think it’s dead right.
Western women have spent the last 60 years in deep thought about redefining the nature of womanhood. Men have done virtually none of that. And when we try we are often ridiculed or called misogynists, or both.
That is one way the red-pill/men’s rights/PUA movement is significant. These are men who feel they don’t have a significant model for manhood, and are trying to figure it out on their own.
I went through something similar in my 20s, and found the Robert B. Parker Spenser books extremely helpful. I’m rereading them now, primarily just for fun but I find myself highlighting passages that I’ve nearly memorized over the years.
Ultimately, I think the worst fears of social conservatives might be dead right: Gender is going to become unimportant in the future, outside of romantic and sexual situations.
Similarly for white nationalism in America. Sure, a lot of it is just plain racism with a new name. But it’s also legitimate for white people to ask themselves what their ethnic identity will be now that they are on their way to being a minority in a country they founded.
Julie excavated this impressive collection of dog toys from under the daybed in the sunroom.