Monthly Archives: March 2013

100 things to do in 1000 days; #65/75: Watch all of Spaced.

DIMNote: This series has inspired, and hired, a LOT of awesome artists, so do yourself a favour and run a quick Google search to see some amazing stuff. Seriously, Spaced is like the giving tree of cartoon porn (eyeball porn, I mean, not genital porn, although you could probably find some of that, too).

I shall begin with the traditional:

Ok. So.

I’ve liked Simon Pegg since 2006. I know this, because it was in the fall of my first semester at university that I was introduced to a little show called Doctor Who by a woman in my philosophy class with exquisite taste in TV (thanks to her also for Firefly, Stargate, and MST3K. Seriously, I owe her my sanity. Or lack thereof. It doesn’t matter. Moving on.) And in the seventh episode (The Long Game) of this strange new series, a man with bleached blonde hair played a character called “the editor” in an otherwise not-very-remarkable episode. I had never seen him before, but he made such an impression on me in that small role, that I immediately went out and watched everything of his I could get my hands on. Which wasn’t all that much, to be honest. But still. I watched Run, Fatboy, Run for you, Simon! And as the years went on, I’ve never forgotten my love for Simon Pegg, and his turn as Tim in Spaced is just as memorable, if a bit more endearing. Then I found out that he held a bit of twine for the Bloggess, and, well…perfection.

Anyway, about Spaced.

Two series in two days! Helps that they’re only 7 episodes each.

It took a while to grow on me, I’ll admit. I was a good half way through season 1 and still writing notes to myself like, “Well, I still love Simon Pegg. But Daisy is annoying me, and other than FEAR PAIN AGGRESSION, I literally did not laugh once until episode 4. Let’s see where this goes.”

Well, Daisy got a lot less annoying with the addition of her dog, and the last few episodes of the first season were quite good. And mid-way through season 2, I found myself writing, “Aw, Daisy’s the best.” Well, that was a turnaround. I don’t know if it was that I was getting familiar with the characters and sense of humour, or whether the show legitimately became about 200% better in season 2, but I’m a full-on fan now. Now, it’s not even in the same league as Black Books, which I still can’t even think about without cackling like a loon (STRIPPING THE CHICKEN!), but when I realized I was on the last episode, I was genuinely sad. I like these characters, and I want to spend more time with them. I can’t wait to watch all the special features on my DVD.

So yes. Yes, I think season 2 was better than season 1, and I think Tim and Daisy are adorable together. I’m sorry for being such a plebeian North American. And you’re all invited to bite me.

Favourite episodes:

  • Chaos
  • Ends
  • Help (The only time I found the clubber remotely bearable.)
  • Gone
  • Leaves (The last episode was excellent. Lovely and *spectacular* and low-key. And I have such a soft spot for dogs, so thank god they (er, spoiler?) never killed Colin.)

Least favourite episodes:

  • The first three only had moments, but maybe I’ll like them better on rewatch
  • Dissolution (I couldn’t really deal with Dissolution’s end, because Martha was too sad, and that gorgeous and thoughtful cake was too wasted, but the stuff surrounding it was good.)
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100 things to do in 1000 days; #23: Go to a San Diego Comic Con.

Granted, in San Diego it's "Comic-Con" but SHUT UP.

It even says “ComiCon” right in the title!

I didn’t get tickets to the 2013 San Diego Comic-Con in July, which was a pretty crappy birthday presnot. And since the next one will be NEXT July, which is several months after September (my end date), there won’t be time to try again. So, in consolation, I booked myself a trip to Central America (FUCK YOU, CALIFORNIA, I’M GOING TO FREAKING BELIZE) and a ticket to a night with the cast of Star Trek: The Next Generation (for the geekery).

Does this count as an acceptable substitution for my List? I asked the ubiquitous (on this blog, I mean) Nataly for her opinion.

“Was it a horrible experience including long lines and endless booths trying to sell you shit?”

Pictured: long lines (of seated people…who were formerly standing), and a booth trying to sell me shit.

So I’m going with yes.

Whatever, I did something nerdy in a convention centre. Done and done.

WOO!

WOO!

Quick background: I love Star Trek. I love TOS, I love DS9, VOY will always have a place in my heart because it was the after-school reruns of that one on the Space Channel that first got me into Star Trek, and ENT can go die in a fire, but my favourite Star Trek has always been TNG. One of my more embarrassing crushes was the giant one I had on Data when I was in the lower years of high school. This was immediately after developing a crush on Mr. Mistoffelees from Cats, so…guys playing non-humans in white make-up was clearly a turn-on in my tween years. Moving on.

Things I learned today:

  • Levar Burton and Patrick Stewart kissed. Apparently, Stewart is making the rounds.
  • Brent Spiner is a black man, and also a woman.
  • TNG is as good as it was because of Old Baldy. Courtesy of Sirtis.
  • Seriously, she’s the best. Asked the moderators to take the question of a girl in yellow who had her hand up since the beginning.
  • Patrick Stewart always sees four lights.
  • Deep. Throat. Nine.
  • Paramount Studio Christmas presents include: 75th anniversary shot glasses that the cast later found out were on sale in the gift shop, cassettes of the Godfather trilogy (I don’t know if that means VHS or ACTUAL TAPES OF THE AUDIO), and baseball caps.
  • If Star Trek comes back to TV, Sirtis votes for a sitcom: The Riker’s in Space, with their pet dog, Worf.
  • Sirtis objects to TOS being called “Classic” Trek, as that would make TNG diet Trek. I agree, that would be unacceptable. Voyager in diet Trek. Enterprise is  Trek Zero.
  • Stewart and Spiner wanted to keep their uniforms but were told they weren’t allowed. Sirtis just took the shit she wanted, no asking.
  • Frakes’ mother has a picture of him and Stewart on the fridge, and the half with his face on it is folded underneath.
  • Favourite Roddenberry quotes: “In the 24th century, there will be no hunger, there will be no greed, and all the children will want to read.” ~ Frakes; “In the 24th century, no one will care.” (When asked whether surely there will be a cure for baldness in the 24th c) ~ Stewart, naturally
  • Marina Sirtis hates the effing French, and doesn’t understand why they needed to be represented in the 24th century
  • I love Marina Sirtis.
  • Patrick Stewart is still the king.

I won’t post any videos, because the cast asked very nicely, but let’s just say that if I did have a recording of Patrick Stewart sharing his fondest memories of Levar Burton in a segment that ended with a full-on mouth-to-mouth kiss, wouldn’t it be really, really, unbearably, typically annoying if some tall guy stood in front of me and cut off the camera right at the pertinent moment? Fuck that hypothetical guy.