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J. J. Abrams Wrote a Kick Ass Star Trek Fan Fic – Can He Do It Again?

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First blog post from the artist—WOOOOOOOO!

The comic schedule should be picking up. I have finished this semester of college and should be able to dedicate more time to the comic. What does this mean? More updates, for starters. It also means we’re going to put some time into making the website more engaging, and for those who haven’t guessed, blog posts from me, the artist. The blog posts are an exciting and new part for me. I intend to talk about the comic’s art, art in general, and whatever I am thinking about at the moment. So let’s kick this off with some whatever I am thinking about at the moment.

I am a Trekkie—have been for as long as I can remember—and there is a new J. J. Abrams Star Trek movie coming out. I eventually liked his last Star Trek movie. It was hard though; my first reaction was “This is not Star Trek. It is a Sci-Fi action movie wearing Star Trek’s skin.” It was a fun and competent action movie, though and I do like the Star Trek skin. I decided I was looking at the movie wrong. It’s not a Star Trek movie, it is a big budget Star Trek fan fiction and it was pretty good. So what will the second movie be? They already expended almost all the original series Star Trek tropes… The long and the short of it is that Abrams never really knew what made Star Trek great and can’t just whip out all the tropes from the original series—so how will he make a Star Trek movie? I don’t think he knows how. I hope I am wrong. I hope Abrams gets Star Trek this time around. I would be thrilled to admit I was wrong and sing the praises of the new movie if it is good. A good Star Trek movie would be worth so much more than being right.

On Condom Snorting

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People are apparently snorting condoms up their noses. En mass.

I do not often pass judgement on the newfangled young. I have chosen to make an exception, because Sweet Mother of Slendy, that’s stupid. Know, however, that when one of these kids snorts a condom up their nose and then pulls it out their hind end, I will be impressed.

As in, an impression will have been made on me. That may have already happened. I can’t be sure. I sure hope not.


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My job at White Cat Publications has compelled me to explain Twitter to one of the authors there. He wants to use it as a promotional tool, which is understandable, but it’s not really geared for that. Fill someone’s twitter feed with spam and you’ll just get unfollowed by everyone except the other people there who don’t care about genuine communication and then you’re just tweeting into the void again.

It’s more comparable to a chat room, except the US president and William Shatner are both there, along with every single Swede. Oh, and Google caches it. So there’s tons and tons of access to people, as long as you have something to say besides “I AM HAVE THE SWAG Y U NO BUY IT [LINK] #MYPRODUCT.”

Chat rooms are more interactive, though. Where else do people write pithy one liners, phone numbers you’ll never call, and cryptic, undecipherable messages?


Twitter is the bathroom stall of the internet.



Implication: Jerry wants to give you bathroom cookies.



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I have a low bar for being entertained. Psych does me good. Eureka. Any of the shows with an obvious canned plot where only the details change. I’m a fan of those shows, and I’m looking forward to Defiance’s next episode, even though it seems to just be Eureka with a different timbre – the Sheriff rolls into town with his spunky daughter, solves some problems, and away we go into the Season’s long A line plot. Good, relaxing stuff.

As an English major, though, I’m a fan of complexity and often wonder why so few programs try to be original, and break away from the perceived-as-safe structures built into super-popular hour-long shows. I think, at least in part, dreck like the turn-of-the-decade Lexx might be part of the answer.

I was willing to look past the low production quality; it’s an older show, and bad CG has a special place in my heart thanks to Baldur’s Gate and the crop of RPGs that came out around that time. The acting was bad in places, too, but again, no real demerits. If I can stomach anime dubbing, there’s no reason I can’t look past a few clumsily delivered lines to get at the heart of a story.

And at first, the show seemed to have a lot going for it. The opening bit has a brave rebel s singing a beautiful dirge as they fly into The Last Battle™, and the automated trials were a fun, if heavy-handed jab at The System™.  And then an incredibly fat woman rolls in, and has enough camera time that I know she’s going to be a main character. The automated judge and jury probe her memories, and we find out that she’s been viciously mistreated because of her weight, and I think, Aha! This show tackles social issues in a meaningful way! In an environment where women are objectified still, I thought, this ten-year-old program dared to make a very large woman a main character and to make her weight a matter of importance to her personal arc. Fantastic!

Except that’s not what happened.

She’s sentenced to be a love slave, and she gets freed in the chaos of the A line plot… but not before a machine makes her “beautiful,” replacing her with a different, far more standard looking actress. The show had betrayed my trust before the pilot was over.

I could have been doing my dishes or something, too. Damn shame.

But there’s a lesson, here, I think. Stories are communication, and it’s easier to miscommunicate an idea through a story that’s breaking the tried-and-true formulas. I doubt very highly that the writers meant to betray my trust, and very probably, thought that this sequence was clever and challenged the status quo in some way. I’ll never know for sure, because whatever they meant to say by replacing the actress in a beautification machine, I took it as a cowardly step and decided not to waste my time. The show lasted three seasons, though, so apparently enough people disagreed with me, or were perhaps harder up for entertainment.

Watch Lexx, if that’s your thing.

Agree? Disagree? Sound off in the comments.

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