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Showing posts with label star trek. Show all posts

Sunday

WTF Factor 6

What: The Star Trek: Next Generation DVD Menus
Where: In some kind of warp bubble, created by Wesley Crusher's experiments
How: I'm guessing Ferengi.

Is there anyone out there who doesn't know I'm watching Star Trek at the moment? That my favourite catch cry is 'Grow a beard, Riker'? Because if you are one of those people...then I'm sorry. I haven't been trying hard enough. I mean, I went out and bought the ENTIRE set of ST: The Next Generation dvds. Because I couldn't wait to find out what happens to them. I needed to know!
One thing that has been a constant source of confusion however are the menus. Specifically, the fact that they're usually stupidly hard to navigate. Considering I usually watch these eps at around 11pm or later, this is UNACCEPTABLE to my tired brain.



The episodes are in a jumbled order! It goes 175, 178, 177 and 176! I watched the one about Picard's brother and their quaint little English accented French vineyards before I watched the one about the stupid idiot child who makes dog noises! Sure it kind of made sense after the whole Borg assimilation thing, but...rarr! I want a pure progression of episodes, not this organic higgeldipiggeldy!
Wait, is it spoilers if its from something that happened a decade ago?
Anyway. This is not just a one off! They're fucking around with continuity all over the shop!

 
I think the DVDs are testing me. They know I'm formally a 'Wars not Trek' person. They can sense it. So they're testing that I can handle the pure science of Trek with a little observational exam. 
Well FUCK YOU, TNG DVDs!  I'm on to you!
Pros:
There are no pros besides the part where I can just press play and ignore this affront to continuity.
Cons:
Unsequential, eye hurting colours, bizarrely misleading short preview images. The stuff of nightmares!
Continuity: *
Confusion: ***
C-words Said: **
 OVERALL:  **

I'm not impressed, Mr Crusher.

Thursday

I can't quite see what you did there

What: Poor Eyesight Meaning I Have To Wear Glasses
Where: All up in my eyeballs
Why: Astigmatism in one eye, general breakdown in the other. THANKS FAULTY GENES

Man, they have bad eyesight in the future (thanks to screenrant.com)

I only really noticed how bad my eyes were 2 years ago, when I was trying to read the destination on a tram coming right at me and DIDN'T NOTICE IT WAS COMING RIGHT FOR ME. This was a slight problem. Amazingly, the glasses I'd had since 2003 didn't work so great anymore. What's up with that, technology? Can't you evolve yet? Why the hell not! Anyway, one optical upgrade later and I can see things, when I wear glasses all the time. (OMG mega nerd face) This is something I have been AGAINST since I was about 14 and had to wear horrible cheap frames that were akin to John Lennon's round hippy glasses but with less potsmoking cred. And on a plump girl with blah coloured hair, it was less hippy cool and more neon sign saying 'Is Four-Eyes The Best You Have? C'mon!'. We all have our traumas.
My eyesight seems to be made up of blurs, phantoms and too much effort. If I don't wear my glasses I get weird shit happening all up in my peripherals. Like, shadows moving, imaginary cats running across doorways, sparkles…or I could just be batshit crazy. We'll never determine that, so shut your face. This can be both fun or scary, depending on how bad my paranoia is (thanks to watching the X-Files as a young girl, it's pretty damn bad. That show only encouraged my weirdness). The sparkles are nice though.
The only problem with the world being a blur past 3 feet is that I can't watch TV, precious precious TV, without squinting. It's so bad, it's like racism. When I'm drunk, it's not so bad, as really, I'm just seeing what I want to see when I'm 12 sheets to the wind. Usually, that means I think I'm seeing my husband holding out a giant box of hot chips and spicy sauce, when all he's doing is informing me it's my turn to sing on Guitar Hero. Weird.
There also seems to be some kind of weird time lapse thing going on. When I wake up in the morning, I have obviously forgotten I can't see for shit and can wander around, get dressed and presentable for the outside world (okay, I can get dressed) and get on correct public transport. But as soon as it hits 9am…BAM! BLIND, BETCHEZ! Happens on the weekend too. I can get up at 8.30am and have half an hour of blissful ignorance and then SLAM! Music videos are being viewed by what looks like four inches of Vaseline. Which just turns everything into a Donna Summer visual remix.
Pros:
So we have a 3 feet radius of pure, shocking, truthful, horrible clarity and the rest of the world is seen through the kind of gauzy curtain usually reserved for softcore Vampire porn. This can lead to the both embarrassing or awesome instances of not being able to recognise your own mother from across the street (ahaha, accident! I swear) and the brilliant excuse of 'Ohhh, no, I didn't see. Don't have my glasses on' which is quite useful when you want to avoid someone. Other fun things include: fireworks being extra pretty through blurriness, getting people to read things for you while you look at something else more interesting.
Cons:
Having to wear glasses. Srsly, I know that some people just dig glasses like whoa, but I am not one of them. Not on me anyway. I put on my glasses and I immediately feel like I've regressed 15 years. Another con is taking your jumper off and getting your glasses tangled. Or, having dirty glasses, which is more annoying than not being able to see in the first place. And also, lensflare. Not as bad as the New Star Trek movie, but close.

Convenience: **
Excuse Use: *
Facial Enhancement: minus *****
OVERALL: **
Sure, they help me see shit in the distance, but really, do I need to wear glasses? Can't I just get CLOSER FFS? Okay, FINE. I will wear them. Sons of betchez.