For all the kick-ass women out there, real and fictional.
Kirk, to me, cannot be a sophisticated master of space and time if his sexual appetite is limited to anthropomorphic heteronormativity.
If there was one thing Roddenberry really couldn’t get enough of it was Femdom. The fetish shows up over and over again in his various pitch documents and productions. The ultimate example has got to be his second shot at bringing Dylan Hunt and the PAX to life in Planet Earth. You can check out my review of it at Trekmovie.com.
I met Richard Hatch at WonderCon several years ago. He was sitting next to Erin Gray of Buck Rogers fame and across from Malachi “Commodore Mendez” Throne who had just inappropriately referred to my then three-year-old daughter as a “heart breaker”.
I really liked the character of Tom Zarek, but wished that he had been more of the morally ambiguous yet ultimately right-minded freedom fighter he was originally touted as instead of the sort of mustache twirling villain he became.
On hearing my analysis of the character, Hatch began to fume. Hell, he didn’t even let me finish. He slammed his fist on the table and lectured me at me at the top of his lungs on how he was the real hero of Battlestar Galactica. He alone had kept the Roslin/Adama dictatorial agenda in check. He alone had fought relentlessly for democracy, civil rights, and freedom of speech. If what he did was underhanded and subversive it was nothing in comparison to what his opponents where plotting. By the time he finished he was standing and I was speechless.
As I settled down from the initial shock and embarrassment of being publicly berated by a famous person who was towering a half a foot over me, I realized I wasn’t being yelled at by Richard Hatch. I was being yelled at by Tom Zarek.
I gave BSG a second binge watch just two months ago, this time looking for details I might have missed when it was in first run. And you know what, folks? Tom Zarek kinda had a point.
Screw the Prime Directive! Click the image for a full size wallpaper that’s also great for printing.
The pus covered, rotten slab of pumpkin pie is coming, folks. It’s an avowed racist, a science and fact denier, and a confirmed sexual predator, and in twenty minutes it’ll be your president. You have to start somewhere and a good somewhere is to get out tomorrow and march. There are a lot of venues to choose from, but the Women’s Marches are the largest, most organized, and most covered. There’s sure to be one in your area. Don’t be fooled by the name, menfolk, you’re encouraged to attend, too. Solidarity is more important than ever now. Complacency will be out undoing.
I’m just starting to realize “Basis of Proof” was the 2016 presidential election. Except in real life the ship exploded with everyone on it.
Happy holidays, folks. Because of other commitments and the hectic holiday schedule only one comic will be posted a week for the next two weeks. Those comics will go up on a Wednesday. On January 3, 2017 everything goes back to normal. Hope this isn’t too inconvenient. If you want to make sure you don’t miss anything remember to follow the RSS feed.
‘Tis the season be one with The Body, and all hail Landru.
Witness the birth of Lieutenant Data in The Questor Tapes. The wife watched this one with me, so, now, whenever I say “I am Questor, beep, beep!” I get a good laugh.
Gene’s final attempt at a TV pilot before being offered the chance to bring Star Trek back was a paranormal thriller called Spectre. It’s a strange turn for a writer who’s very next project was yet another parable on misplaced faith. Check it out on Trekmovie.com.