Star Trek Bugs Me Part 2



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Okay, so here's another Star Trek thing that just bugs the piss out of me.  I think we'll all agree that some nutty things happen in space.  Especially when there's a ship flying through space.  Then you go and throw some people on this ship and everything gets batshit crazy.  So why is it that if I happen to be the only person experiencing said crazy stuff, everybody else on the ship assumes I'm a loon?

Hey, if we're on Earth and I start experiencing a different reality than everybody else, lock my ass up.  But space is a completely different situation.  Case in point: in Star Trek TNG the crew of the ship starts disappearing and Dr Crusher is the only one to notice.  Everybody is like "Worf?  Worf who?  We don't have any stinking Klingons on this ship!"  Pretty soon they're considering putting a straight jacket on her.  Do we run some scans?  Nope.  Open an investigation?  Nah.  We'll just assume you're crazy.  I mean, it's not like strange things ever happen to us, right?  Nope, just another boring day in a long line of boring days in space.

Star Trek Bugs Me Part 1

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Okay, I love Star Trek.  Hell, I love most science fiction.  I don't want to hear any of that crap about Star Wars being better or which is more realistic.  I just don't give a shit.  I like both.  But I've been watching a lot of Star Trek (all 5 series) recently since it's now available for streaming on Netflix and some things that have always bugged me came to mind.

No seat belts.  Seriously, they just don't have them.  I've lost count of the number of shuttle crashes or cataclysmic occurrences aboard starships where people are injured or have died because of this.  Listen, I know it's something that can be useful for the plot.  "Ensign Bob has a broken leg and a concussion from the shuttle craft crash.  Now we're going to have to work our asses off to save him!" 

Okay, yeah, I get that.  It gives Ensign Bob's crew mates a crisis to deal with, but good gravy it bugs me.  The sheer number of injuries and deaths that could have been prevented must be tremendous.  You figure that Starfleet had been around for hundreds of years - yeah I have no idea exactly how long, I'm not that much of a nerd.  Then figure the number of starships and shuttle trips taken.  Then you have to account for how often people get thrown around because of crashes, ion storms, Romulans being jerks by shooting at people etc...divide by Pi...carry the 2...and you have a lot of people hurt.

The closest thing I've seen to a seat belt in Star Trek is this:

via: ex-astris-scientia.org

It's a bit hard to see from the photo, but note the chairs in the back.  The crew can pull the armrests in towards their bodies to stop them from flying into the console.  Sounds quite painful and ineffective.  Genius.

This is Hard

First off, a picture of an otter.  A significant otter.

Okay, I decided to start writing a blog so that I can become a better writer.  Not necessarily in the professional sense mind you, just overall.  It's funny, but writing as I do in my daily life I often find that I sound like a giant retard.  Sorry, that's politically incorrect.  I should say I sound like a 'tard.  There, now all the retards in the world will feel better.  Anyway I find that when I write emails to coworkers I have to read and reread what I've written to see if I'm making any sense.  Usually I'm not.  So then I try to expand on what I've written and my emails become giant walls of text.  Your coworkers shouldn't feel the urge to respond "TLDR" to your emails.

My second problem is a complete lack of creativity.  I'm hoping that what I've heard is true; flexing your creative muscles can help improve that...or something.  As it is right now I can barely think of anything to write about much less think of something interesting.

My only hope is that I haven't always been this way.  As a teenager I used to write short stories.  And when I had to write an essay for school I could always punch one out without hours of staring at a blank page wondering what I wanted to say.  Granted, they weren't fucking works of art, but they got the job done.  And it sure as hell didn't feel like I was mentally constipated.

So here I am making a promise to myself that I'll write regularly (weekly?) and hopefully my writing will improve.  As far as the creativity part goes, I'm hoping to actually come up with witty and or interesting things to write.  Maybe I'll throw in pictures of dogs or naked ladies.  Or naked dogs.  Then people will be interested in my blog.  No pressure here.  I just don't want to sound like a giant 'tard.  With the exception of this first post that is.  I'm allowed to be unfunny and sound like I haven't written anything in 25 years in my first post.  Don't judge me!  Seriously, don't.  This is hard.