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7Jan/11Off

How TRON Makes me Feel (or… That’s a really big door!)

Anyone not seen TRON: Legacy yet? You should. I don't even know how to describe the feeling that this film gave me, but it was a good one. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It thrilled me. It scared me. There were plenty of cheesy oh-my-god moments, like “did they really do that?” and “Holy cow, I saw that coming was it that obvious?” in it. There's a scene, when Daddy Flynn shows up to take the place apart and you are like - holy crap this is awesome! From the very first opening moments, as soon as I could see The Grid again, I did what I like to think of as the perfect moment in a science fiction fantasy film. For a moment, the dude, who made his career in a similar path as Flynn oddly enough, who's got a family, house, payments, all that stuff that regular old life brings your way, for a moment (and I don't know how long it actually was, maybe the whole movie?) I was eight.

I lump a lot of things together in my life. For some reason, everything that happened when I was growing up happened when I was either eight or twelve, or the years surrounding those years, I mix them up sometimes. For me eight years old is the kind of age when you are full of wonder, and play. It's when you don't even have any troubles to put aside. It's when you can just be like God intended, free of worry or anything else.

When I walk through the gates at the Magic Kingdom, I'm eight. When I watch Star Wars (In any way shape or form, and yes even Episode I) I'm eight. When I see TRON, or any other Disney movies from around the same time, (The Black Hole?) I'm eight.

When I went to see TRON: Legacy, I was eight again. I thought it might just be a movie, a cheesy kind of a throwback to the kind of fun that I had with TRON as a kid (And who didn't want to own Flynn's Arcade right??) I liked that some of the original characters were involved, that it was a continuation (much like Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull) where the sequel comes years later, but they allow for the passage of time and allow the actors to get older rather than replace them and try to explain why their nose looks different (or worse ignoring it) and I really liked the ways they paid homage to the original film. I was thinking about all of that, about ways it might fit with the original story, and then it started, and I was eight. The film critic in me was silenced by reckless gnomes made of evil jelly pudding that captured it and stuffed it into a mayonnaise jar until I could successfully see and enjoy the movie, and have time to go to the bathroom afterwards. (Man those drinks got big at the movies!)

Now I can kind of pick it apart and see where I would have done something different, or ask why they might include this or that, and then there they are again, the gnomes arrive and beat my inner critic into submission, because as I think, and daydream about the environment in the film, and the story, regardless of how old I've gotten, or how old Jeff Bridges is now, suddenly I'm eight again, and everything is forgotten.

Thank you Disney, for Tron Legacy.

Now it's time to blow out the Tomorrowland Speedway at Magic Kingdom and put in some light cycles!

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31Dec/10Off

In the world of science fiction, science fiction does not exist?

In the world of science fiction, science fiction does not exist.

It's an interesting concept to fathom isn't it? Think about it. It's especially prevalent in the story of Doctor Who, a time traveler who is inextricably linked to London, and England as a sort-of massive hero who shows up from time to time. In London, Doctor Who is a phenomenon that exists as a television show that started in 1963, that still airs today. Although it's gone into hiatus on occasion, to be brought back better than ever each time, it's a story and a character who has saved the British countryside from attack after attack, then bops off into the future or the past, and does it all over again. Here's the thing. It's a cultural experience that has been with Britain, and the world for decades. It's a piece of pop-culture. There it's bigger than star trek, and possibly bigger than Star Wars. Everybody has a plastic sonic screwdriver, with it's little black light on the end, and yet on the show, no one knows about Doctor Who. He's a big secret. In the world of the show, the television story does not exist. Since it happens in real time, now, we can't even pretend that, like Star Trek, it's all way in the future.

So, we have to come up with a reason why no one in England knows about this story. What else does that mean, not just in the world of science fiction, but even if you keep it tied to British science fiction, you have a real problem. In the Doctor Who special Christmas Invasion, the doctor mentions the character Arthur Dent, from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a series that was widely popular in Britain and in the world. He says that something is "very Arthur Dent", and calls him a nice chap. Does this, clearly a nod to Douglas Adams, and the influence that Douglas had on not only British science fiction, but Doctor Who itself as a writer and script editor in it's earlier years, turn into an acknowledgement of Arthur Dent as a good character in British science fiction that the Doctor enjoys, and he's chuckling about it, or is he acknowledging that the entire world of Douglas Adams's Hitchhiker's Guide series exists within the world of Doctor Who? Complicated sentence right? I think I've got my message across.

In a world where the Battlestar Galactica shows up on Earth in the seventies, finally having made it, and finds us unaware of the existence of ships that can travel in space that our brothers from across the stars seem to have created, what does that leave us with? I remember watching the original version of Battlestar Glactica on television, and there, when they arrive on Earth, the arrive to an Earth that hasn't just watched them on air, and to make a point that I think everyone agrees on, without the shape of Darth Vader's helmet, I don't think the Silons can exist. And at that point... in a strange sort of logic, does it mean that somewhere in the world of the original Battlestar Galactica, the world of Star Wars exists somewhere a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away to inspire the other?

I know what you're thinking out there. Where's my suspension of disbelief?

It's wondering why Queen Elizabeth II, who I've heard takes the series DVDs of the new Doctor Who show with her on vacation, is suddenly running through Buckingham Palace, escaping with the Corgis after the Doctor calls her to warn her he's about to hit the palace with the Starship Titanic (another reference, a kiss back to Douglas Adams). In the show, though you never see her face, just her rushing feet, and a shot behind her as she waves the savior of Britain on, she's someone, a Queen Elizabeth that does not know about the television show, but instead knows the Doctor himself!

It's... A conundrum. 

I have always liked the way that the comic book series Watchmen handled their own existence in conjunction with other comic books. New York is the home of a large number of super heroes (Spider-Man included) who fight crime there. In the world that the Watchmen inhabit, comic books are all centered on pirates. It becomes a splinter, or a separate world, a parallel.

So does this mean that in a parallel universe Doctor Who actually exists? I don't know, but what I do know is that science fiction, as much as I love it, leaves this question open. Maybe there's something to be said for omitting the earth all together. Star Wars is the only one that seems to co-habit without causing a lot of trouble. Being in a galaxy far far away, there's no real continuity to break.

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24Dec/10Off

What’s the Strangest place you’ve ever visited for the holidays?

In my family the norm over Christmas holiday visitation rights seemed cut and dried. It was so regular that I didn't really question it. Thanksgiving may be up for grabs, but for Christmas Eve we went to visit my mother's side of the family, and for Christmas day, my father's side. The location of the Saye family Christmas was different each year, but Christmas Eve was always at my Grandmother's house. Naive and young, brought up with these traditions, I thought that this was the way everybody did it. I wasn't yet aware of other cultures and traditions. As far as I was concerned this was the way it was. Until one year.

My father's first cousin owned a beach front motel in Daytona Beach. It has long since been leveled and the spot where it was is now occupied with another, much larger hotel. The Seashore Motel was a nice place. Nothing huge, just about ten stories arranged in two towers that slanted back ever-so-slightly from each other with elevators in the middle. There was a pool, and every room had paintings of flying fish above the beds. A week's stay was given to my mother and father as a wedding present. My father's cousin A.W. lived in the penthouse apartment with his wife Ann. I used to play with their grand children.

One year, they invited the entire Saye family down to Daytona for the holidays, and it totally re-wrote my thoughts on what to expect from them. I'll never forget watching my Uncle Bob try and get into the ocean for a swim in the middle of December. The temperatures were in the sixties, but the ocean was a whole lot colder. We took a smaller table-top Christmas tree and the number and size of presents was much less than usual, but none of that mattered. I was at the beach in December for the Holidays. Who did that? To me the novelty and the memories of that trip were worth more than anything else that happened.

I have come to understand just how much of an effort it must have been to keep that ritual the same for so long. It seems like year-to-year the entire family plan seems to change. These days, anything goes. Where could I be next Christmas? Next year we'll have a three and a half year old, ready to jump into the middle of the wrapping paper, and a nine month old that's just starting to pull up on stuff. Life changes so often and in so many ways each year, that there's no telling how or where I'll celebrate the holidays.

Ever go to the beach for the holidays? True, not the most exotic local ever, but it was that first break from the norm for me growing up. Do you go to the mountains, or the mid-west? Where have you gone for the Holidays that might seem like an unlikely spot?

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10Dec/10Off

Every week, we’ll build a tank out of something…

The A-Team. You know you watched it. I know I did. I don't remember all the seasons. It was back in the time when what happened one show to another was pretty much separated from all the rest of the shows around it, but I liked it. It was cool. And they built a tank at the end of every episode. Or at least that's the way it seemed to me.

Murdock, he got to be the comic relief, and could fly the helicopter. (How did they ever afford the fuel?) Face, he was the pretty boy (Though I frequently imagined that he was really Starbuck in disguise, living on earth...) who was actually a master of disguise on the show. There was Hannibal, who always loved it when a plan came together, and B.A. (Mr. T.) who was the muscle. Together they would usually take the case of some hot guest star, and off they'd go being all noble and clever, like little vigilantes.

Then, between the commercial break that split the last two acts, they would build a Frankenstein monster of a tank out of some poor sedan or Jeep, and be ready to take it into battle against the enemy. I could almost count on it.

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3Dec/10Off

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Text Adventure

One of the greatest inventions in the history of time and space has, and always will be the text adventure game. I love them. I think that they allow the player to have such a wonderful and imaginative role in the enjoyment of their entertainment. True, they are not that flashy, but it's like reading a choose-your-own adventure that can really keep up and react to you. My first experience with one was related to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, a book that I loved, and still do to this day (Yep, it's in my kindle right now, so yes... to a certain extent I have a real Hitchhiker's guide now. All I have to do is put the words Don't Panic on the cover in large friendly letters, and I can start hitching like a pro.)

I have Infocom to thank for this wonderful game, a game that I enjoyed to the last joke, even if I did eventually need to get the hint book to understand the massively strange and complicated story that it told. I'd love to write one of these one day, and maybe I will. Inform is a pretty good product.

Infocom had such a wonderful idea. To package props and key game elements as physical objects with their games made them that much more engaging even without graphics. You might have creepy letters and a guide book for a castle complete with murder mystery (Moonmist) to a glow-in-the-dark rock for Wishbringer, to complicated coding wheels in A mind Forever Voyaging. Many of them were fantastic methods of copy protection as well in a time when all their games could fit on a single floppy disc.

Although I think Adventure was the initial ground breaker here, Zork will always be the #1 for me. The one that started it all.

It is dark. You are about to be eaten by a Grue.

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