Redundancy is also when a Deep Space Nine officer sees a ship burning on screen and tells everyone that the firefighting systems are inoperable.

We watched “Babel” tonight, which fits in really well with today’s gibberish theme on the bloggh.

Things accomplished:

1. Read and dissected Act I, scenes 1-3 of Romeo and Juliet with a student I’m working with
2. Replaced the spigot for the hose at the front of the house
3. Repaired a toilet that had been constantly running
4. Ran copper sulfate through the water drainage to kill weeds in the plumbing

Then I sat down to watch the pilot episode for the original Star Trek.

You think they look weird from the front? From the back, they look like they’re wearing prosthetic behinds on their heads.

I think it’s cool that Captain Pike’s first officer is a woman. A woman in a commanding office in the military, leading an away team to rescue the captain, is pretty pioneering. Boldly going and all that.

But my five hours were up and I started to think that I was the one seeing illusions in The Cage.

My Wii won’t read discs, which, you know, is what it should do. It’s especially frustrating when you’re tired. I ordered a lens cleaner. $10 straight from Nintendo versus $38 from Amazon. Hopefully it’s just a smudged lens. It’s really tough seeing my youngest be disappointed when I have to tell her it’s not working.

Why did I need the five-hour boost?

Too much grifball. This is Slade running it in to score:

This was post-midnight. It’s summer, right?

But the chance to draw Kim Cardassian was too entertaining to pass up:

Now, that joke has been done. Where I boldly go is The Latinum Situation:

Are the Kardashian-Jersey Dominion still influential? I’ve been a little out of it. (Refer back to the whole Netflix Paradox.)

Click on the thumbnails if your eyes can sustain the damage from zooming in. The same caution can be applied to the new Weird Al video. So disturbing, so true, so hilarious.

Yep. That’s Weird Al.

A special thanks goes to my in-laws. My birthday gift was perfect. I like to write. (You may have picked up on that.) I was looking unrealistically at a Macbook Air because it has the instant-on/long sleep feature. I could write and not have to wait for a long boot.

You know what? My new technique boots even faster:

When I chatted with Mike Lupica, he said his biggest technology was a really nice pen. The slightly-Thernadier thing about being a librarian is that students lose really nice pens all the time. (I swear I don’t go too “Master of the House” on them.) Lupica writes most of his drafts on a big legal pad. Christopher Paul Curtis, author of The Watsons go to Birmingham, wrote his first novel on a legal pad in the public library.

I found that when I sat down to start a short story this week, I cranked out a thousand words pretty quickly. It’s funny how distractions decrease on a piece of yellow paper compared to a computer screen. The only distractions are the myriad of other ideas zipping through my brain. For those, I write them down:

The Apple Dapples thing was going to be an LL Cool J-esque rap:

When I say “Apple”, you say “Dapple”/ Hey-o!

but, even though generic breakfast cereals have a very limited budget for advertising, I’m going to keep that one for myself.

I was going to write up a Father’s Day post, but that would have cut into Sisko time. It was to be a grand celebration of fathers from entertainment, like Homer Simpson, Darth Vader, and That Guy Who Let His Kids Go Without Him to a Park Full of Cloned Dinosaurs.

Sisko is actually a cool dad, aside from the whole “raising a son in an intergalactic casino on the disputed borders of a provisional government”, but no one beats Atticus Finch.

My kids think I’m pretty cool, too, which is amazing. We do share some common fashion interests:

They also get me. Check out this awesome gift I got:

A full-on easel with six canvases. So cool.

The thing I’ve got to wonder is why sci-fi spaceships always fight on a two-dimensional playing field…

No matter what, you have to enjoy an article that includes this sentence:

There is some apocryphal literature to support the opposite notion, but it originates entirely from the notoriously propagandistic New Republic descriptions of the exaggerated exploits of Wedge Antilles and his X-wing squadron.

I don’t know how such a beautiful dance instructor from the 1950s time-traveled just to flirt with me:

I told her that I had my own ship. My friend Zaphod uses that pick-up line all the time.

But that’s not the captain that we’re talking about. We’re concerned with things that matter: hair, angst, and a general sense of captainery. So, without further delay…

The Results

I asked you which captain had the best hair.

20% said Kirk
33% said Solo
47% said Mal

Winner of Best Hair: Mal

I asked you who suffered more angst.

13% said Solo
38% said Kirk
50% said Mal

Winner of Angst: Mal

Then the big question. Who do you trust with your life?

10% said Solo
20% said Kirk
70% said Mal

It should be noted that one vote for Mal was from someone named “Inara”. You comedians. Even without that vote…

Winner of our Trust: Mal

Adding up all of the votes, the clear winner of Best Captain goes to

Malcolm Reynolds!

So, while the old school franchises duked it out, it was the show that got cancelled quickly that won.

Sounds about right.

I did have two Firefly moments this week. One involved a conversation with a student teacher that made me feel old.

Me: I love the show Firefly and I know my writing was influenced by it.

Student Teacher: Firefly? Sounds familiar. I think we were required to watch a clip of that in one of the classes I took in high school.

Me: When was that?

ST: 2007

It sounded like she was referring to it as a historical document. The other Firefly-ish moment was today when someone brought me a candy bar I mentioned in the book I just wrote. She had read the book and thanked me for writing it because, not only did she like it, she loaned it to her 16 year-old son and it got him reading again. They fought over who got to read it each night. It was extremely exciting for me.

I wonder how Joss feels every time he sees someone dressed up like a Browncoat.

So, to celebrate Mal’s win, I give you

32 Firefly quotes

The Ballad of Jayne

and, my favorite

The Ballad of Serenity

You can’t take the sky from me.

It would seem that we here at the bloggh are on the right track. Have you seen io9′s March Madness? We could have saved them the trouble. That I just saw the io9 post today is proof that all nerds will eventually come back to this debate.

But we will settle it – or John Hodgman, Minor TV Star and Judge, will have to make a ruling.

The final round is simple: How well do you trust the captainery of the captains? If you were on a 747 captained by Kirk, Solo, or Mal, who would you want flying the plane?

Put more simply: Who do you trust with your life?
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Solo would get you there quickly, but you’ll probably take a shortcut through a swarm of black holes or pay an exorbitant price for passage. Kirk will think quickly and creatively. However, most of it will involve cheating of Kobayashi-Maru proportions. If you do stick to the original agreement, Mal will get you to where you need to go. Just don’t cross him or, by his pretty floral bonnet, he will end you.

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Round 2: The Angst!

You will be getting results at the end showing how each captain did in each round, so that should relieve some of your angst. Today’s focus is on the captains. I’ve said before that heroes are defined by their villains. A part of this is shown by the horrible situations the heroes get thrown into. We wouldn’t cheer for any of them if they just sat around talking and drinking Earl Grey tea.

Oh, wait.

I’m going to blame my English teacher roots, but all three – yes, Mike, all three – of the captain situations described here are my favorite examples of these captains.

Some ground rules were implemented in the selection process. All three situations are from the movies/TV show.

1. They are not from any official expanded universe. No wookiees will be killed by moons crashing into them. //shakes fist at R.A. Salvatore
2. No fanon was used. We don’t want to read about how you think the captain should be a furry, or a bee, or a furry with bees in its mouth so that when it barks it shoots bees.
3. While Captain Mal sitting naked on the prairie was disturbing, we file that more under Don’t Trust a Girl Named After a Spice and not official angst.

The Angst

Kirk:
I don’t think anyone will argue that the end of Star Trek II through the conclusion of Star Trek III is Kirk’s finest even though his happy day is crushed by both genetic super soldier and Klingon boots. Kirk watches his best friend/first officer die semi-slowly/fully-horribly to save the crew of the Enterprise. When they then investigate Genesis, Kirk’s son is killed (worst week ever) and the ship has to self-destruct. For being such a leap-first Starfleet officer, he really does put the needs of the many over his own.

Solo:
Empire Strikes Back into Return of the Jedi. He’s about to be frozen in carbonite (why the heck does Cloud City even have such a precarious chamber? Prejudice versus Ugnaughts?) after being sold out by a supposedly longtime friend. Solo has the awesomeness enough to say, “I know” to Leia in front of many people in scary helmets. In a move that made Joseph Campbell clap like a schoolgirl, Solo is reborn through the pain and wakes up blind. The scoundrel who doesn’t put his faith in anything but a blaster must now rely on his friends.

Mal:
Captain Mal gets into trouble every episode, but I think the one that summarizes it best is “Out of Gas“. Any episode that starts out with a captain bleeding to death is going to be angsty. The captain must survive in order to save his crew and his ship. The three timeline storytelling in this episode is tricky genius and a brilliant way for the crew of Serenity to go out swinging versus cancellation, bringing angst for us all.

So…which captain has the best angst moment? I know I’m probably leaving off some favorite moments (Kirk’s five year mission went how long?), so don’t be shy /sarcastic laughing/ to leave a comment.

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These three captains, from three different franchises, share one thing in common: their egos are larger than the Enterprise vs. the Death Star. Now, you could get into a debate of which captain’s creator is a better writer, but today I posit that all three are characterized well for the roles they fill.

We will need a different criteria, a far superior method for evaluating worth.

We will judge them by their hair.

Han Solo

Captain Solo sports a natural, slightly-tousled part down the middle. The fluff says that it’s been a while since he’s been in a respectable enough establishment to get a haircut. (That and his story was filmed in the 70s.)

Mal Reynolds

Captain Mal shares a derivation of the space scoundrel look. What separates him from other ne’er-do-wells is that he can sometimes acquire hair gel since he doesn’t have a death mark on his head in every system. (Just most of them.)

James Tiberius Kirk

Captain Kirk: the best space-age polymers the United Federation of Planets can offer.

Editor’s note: Mike has brought up that Kirk’s hair is cut off. This is an egregious error in our attempt to bring you fair and unbiased reporting when it comes to speculative fiction coiffures. Here is an additional photo to help out Kirk.

Now watch the votes swing.

Three very serious choices, but who will win? I made it tough on you, Devin. ALL are the nerdy option.

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The only thing missing is McCoy in a Suns jersey. That would be…shazam.

This one, him singing to George Lucas, is one I can’t believe I missed:

In December, ABC/Disney made a deal with Netflix for more content. I don’t know if you noticed the influx of made-for-Disney channel content, but that’s why. Side note: is it just me, or is every single show that’s made for ABC Family not something that I want my family watching?

I’m considering a CoverIt Live post that day. Any takers?

Madden’s done a decent job (the software, not the yelling guy) for the last 6 out of 7 Super Bowl predictions it has made. It’s like how Watson beat Ken Jennings. The guy running the project said that Watson was more like the computer from Star Trek than HAL-9000.

I submit for the jury V’ger, Nomad, and M5. The crew of the IKS Amar doesn’t share your optimism. Why’s that? They’re dead, you pointy-eared monster!

Let us not forget our own entanglements with the BlogghBot 3000.

What’s funny is IBM (makers of Watson) was the inspiration for the name HAL. (Shift the letters down a value.)

I want to know what it’s going to be about (hopefully more important than the Beatles being on iTunes…like I didn’t have the One album during student teaching).

So here’s Pop Quiz 14 (Facebook stalkers can find the quiz here).

Admiral Yularen’s excited

And Mike – What have you done? I was actually rooting against a player simply because he was on your roster.

For this, we need fight music.

Some of you may have seen the Wonder Pets:

“If you stare at the duck long enough, the duck stares back at you.”
- Nietzsche (paraphrased)

The best way to survive Wonder Pets is to not watch them.

But if your toddler has found them on Netflix and frankly you have to do dishes, here’s the solution:
Change the lyrics of the songs to match classic sci-fi.

The episode featured a chimp in space. A meteor was coming dangerously close.

Captain Guinea Pig: Mr. Ming Ming, take evasive maneuvers!
The Duck: The shield / the shield is failing
The shield / the shield is down
The Turtle: I’m givin’ ‘er / all she’s got sir!
The Duck: This is sewious!

Makes the show more palatable.

Much like a stay in Arkham, singing will help you keep your sanity.

See? He’s a happy fellow!

We watched the first 26 minutes of the Gospel of John movie on Netflix streaming. It’s actually really good and I wish it would gain in popularity. I get nervous when a movie claims to be word-for-word from a gospel, but it does it well. If you have a Netflix account, I think it’s worth your time. (I would have watched more but my daughters needed breakfast.)

Henry Ian Cusick plays Desmond on LOST and plays Jesus in this movie. Much like the Sylar/Spock anomaly, I wondered if I could separate those two characters. It helps that Desmond exists in two timelines at once and has a different perspective on life. I’m just waiting for Jesus to call to his disciples, “Come to me, brutha, if you want to live.”

Can I spend a moment of your time as an advertisement for Netflix?

We don’t have cable and we were very annoyed when Saturday morning cartoons got replaced by Horseland (it’s a show about a land…full of horses) and Skechers advertisements (the Really Tall ads do have more pathos than Horseland, though…)

Boo to you, horses, and your lame attempt at an E/I certification.

Now we can cue up some decent shows. I just found Fraggle Rock yesterday in instant streaming. I had only seen parts at a babysitter’s house growing up. This should be an intriguing foray.

Yesterday was my wife’s talent show for school. I watched my daughters while my wife taught. My youngest wanted to run around, so the two of us left my oldest in a row on her own.

From the back of the audience I pulled out my phone to text my oldest and then realized that she’s a lot more mature than I give her credit for. For some reason I thought she had a cell phone.

I was conflicted with how to manage my youngest during the talent show. Some young mega-violinist was on stage performing a great solo but my daughter wanted to make some noise. I heard the familiar sound of one lightsaber hitting another and looked down to see that she had attached the markers end-to-end to create an elegant weapon from a more civilized age.

How can I shush that?

Another fun mash-up from today: Buzz Lightyear as a River/Dollhouse character from Joss Whedon. He has memory loss; his altered perceptions cause him to blank out and shoot lasers at people. I believe that he is the prototype for a Firefly character.

Do you remember these clips from Sesame Street? Did that cake guy always trip? Is the cake guy Jim Henson?

Watching Sesame Street today on non-Hulu it was the habitat/40th anniversary episode. That was playing the last time I stayed home sick.

Saturday, to de-compress from our coordinating/catering, we watched the G.I. Joe movie (not the cartoon movie with Nemesis Enforcer…that would have been more realistic). Yes, I understand that the Bloggh should have certain standards and now I have learned my lesson.

Here’s the set-up: Cobra creates genetically-engineered fearless soldiers. So, if they’re so fearless, why do they scream in panic when they fall down a conveniently-placed shaft and/or have a grenade shoved under their collars? Next time, can I get hired to read over the script? $10 for a quick run-through. Was it supposed to be gritty or cheesy? The language says gritty. The impalements say gritty.

Seriously: next time you watch the film, keep a tally of how many people get impaled in the movie. Double the score for each time the spike is revealed stabbing through another device, like a datapad/pillar/Hummer.

I don’t care what anyone tells you, take it from me: Marlon Wayans is cheesy in the film. Plain and simple.

I was okay with one thing they changed about the franchise, though. I like that Zartan can switch faces. The action figure just turned a sickly blue in the sun. But replacing the president as a shapeshifter? X2 did that well with Senator Kelly. Heroes copied that. G.I. Joe copied that. Through the Xerox effect, the initial luster has dulled and the copy has become muddled and inky.

I also broke down and got Tomena Sennar for my brother’s bachelor party. Yes, it is as psycho as advertised. It was a great way to keep the guys’ attention while we waited for Mike to bail us out with Rock Band 2. With the left-over WiiPoints, I sent Mega Man 3 to myself. I hadn’t played that game for 15-20+ years. I beat Tomena Sennar before I went to bed on Friday night.

Let’s just say video games have been dumbed down over the years. My wife laughs at me losing horribly to a game I could beat as an elementary school kid.

And yes, Chaarli, today’s wootshirt is very librarian-esque:

I must have been really tired, though, since I could have sworn I saw Nick Jonas and Snoop Dogg singing with Celine Dion.

Wait. That was real?

And I bet you’ll try to convince me that I saw a time-traveling Elvis confront Mike who thought he was Pablo Picasso.

That was real, too?

(Picasso at the Lapine Agile by THE Steve Martin is actually a fun show and yes, Mike, you did become a convincing Picasso.)

One thing that I did pay attention to last night was the montage leading up to the opening ceremonies. The landscape is spectacular and the tourism ads made me actually consider living in Vancouver (we all get one government-funded orca, right?). But the video bit about the six American diplomats being rescued by Canadians grabbed my attention.

Modern history is a blur in my memory. I can remember Tienenman and Kosovo, but the Iran hostage situation in 1979/1980 I don’t know much about. That was always the last chapter in our history textbook but we never got to it.

So, especially for you punk kids that follow me on Facebook, here’s the Canadian Caper.

53 Americans were held hostage on November 4, 1979 and on January 20, 1981 they were released (notice the proximity to Reagan being sworn in). It’s all right around when the Iranian Ayatollah came to power to replace the shah monarchy on February 11, 1979. The U.S. helped the shah get medical attention and as punishment, extremists captured the Americans. Things have calmed down in Iran, right?

The image I put at the top of this post is a sketch from Ken Taylor, Canadian ambassador to Iran. John Sheardown and Ken Taylor kept the six diplomats (all in the 25-34 years-old age bracket, scarily enough for my own personal relevance) in their personal residences until they could sneak them to Zurich on Canadian passports – Canadian passports that were forged, along with fake Iranian visas.

The Canadian government and the CIA worked together on a cover story. A movie called Argo was supposed to be made and there were even movie posters created and a fake PO Box in Los Angeles set up. Tony Mendez, CIA make-up specialist, worked with John Chambers (Star Trek and Planet of the Apes make-up guy) to change their appearances to look like a frumpy film crew. (Clayton, how does that make you feel?)

The Canadian embassy in Iran mysteriously shut down for the day. Ken and John also moved their families back to Canada. Ken, John, and their wives received the highest civilian honor from the Canadian government.

An award should also go to Jean Pelletier, the Canadian journalist who figured out what was going on before the plan was completed. He pressured the newspaper to not run the story until the six hostages were safe. The others still had a long time to wait, but I’m sure the family of the six were thankful.

The United States started saying “Thank You, Canada” on signs all over the place. Also, if you were Canadian you ate free for a while.

To be fair with me not knowing much about the Canadian Caper, many of the details were hidden until 1997.

Ken Taylor with Governor General Edward Shreyer

Doritos Samurai wins for Best Commercial. Any company that can make a fake suit of armor out of hydrogenated corn stuff has my vote.

Usually I’m pretty excited about the commercials. I will replay them in my head the next day, laughing the whole time. But most this year I’m trying to erase from my brain’s DVR.

To paraphrase Darth Vader:
I find your lack of pants disturbing.

(The link is actually safe. Check out how many lines in Star Wars take on a new meaning with the word “pants” interposed.)

If this is a commercially-created culture, where some say it’s the second busiest food holiday compared to Thanksgiving, I wonder how long the Super Bowl will go on. We’re at 44 now. Will we see a 344 (CCCXLIV for all you aqueduct-loving sports fans)?

As long as we haven’t given our pockets to Starfleet, I think we’ll still have a Super Bowl. (A serious question: I understand that Starfleet and the Federation have done away with money, but does no one chew gum in the future?)

I wonder if we’ll still have beer ads for Super Bowl CCCXLIV. I think in that time we’ll probably see an epic match-up between the Atlantis Constructs (we’ll finally annex the island) and the Sea of Tranquility Eagles (one of the biggest franchise moves since the Cardinals).

I just have to be patient. Of course I’ll live to see Super Bowl 344 – I’ll have my brain transported to a new cloned T-Rex body every 20 years.

We’re going to need more than 50 McNuggets. I’ve given you enough notice.

Thanks, Ohm, for your parting gift of another disturbing site in the style of the Cheezburger Cats: Man Babies?

I remember a decade where every January 9-10ish we would have a bean party. In honor of those days, and for the days to come, I hope you enjoy our Virtual Bean Party.

What do you need for a Virtual Bean Party?

1. Watch a Mr. Bean video.
   
   As my wife puts it, “Only Mr. Bean can have so much silence and then so much laughter.”
2. Eat lots of beans.

If you think you’re a bean expert, try this quiz.

On the topic of parachutes, tanks, and machine guns, check out the A-Team movie trailer. Before you make any judgments about the cheese factor, let’s remember the source material.

What would be better? The Star Trek crew as the A-Team:

Happy birthday, Mike.

How about the Star Trek Knights of the Round Table?

Things learned while at the dealership:

1. The Scion is ready for Casas.
2. Journaling on T9 for an hour is thoroughly satisfying even if the service manager thinks you’re in one really intense game of Breakout.
3. People should clip their nails in private. This has started an interesting string of Facebook comments and rationales. (Interesting if you’re into fingernails, to clarify.)

I also got pretty far in Ally Carter’s Heist Society, which is good since certain sites have taken to open threats against the Bloggh.

Perhaps I can appease them with something I found on Pandora. While cleaning the bedroom I left on Pandora (my Nobuo Uematsu (with Konami added for variety) is killer). Did you know that you can only listen to 40 hours for free on Pandora? Can you guess what supplied the soundtrack for Christmas this year?

Who maxed out Pandora? This guy.

We survived our trip to Hoth. It wasn’t as cold as last year and not one animal had to have its innards lightsabered, a success to say the least.

Now for the random photos:

I found this while dusting my dresser. Do you remember when 10KB was a lot for a PDA to store? Let’s just say today’s journal beat that. Yes, it has been some time since I’ve dusted the dresser.

Nothing says Christmas like hot chocolate, angels, and adamantium.

It was a tear-filled send-off, which I think is quite appropriate for Christmas. Today was bessiejo’s first day at work as a super-important numbers person. I’m pretty sure her nametag says that. She’s the big super-important numbers person for Schreiber Foods. This bloggh has always been cheesy, so it shouldn’t be too big of a stretch for my readers to support the dairy industry.

You know how you can make a guitar using a piece of wood, a box, and some rubber band/elastic strings? This is what happens when you hook up an amp pick-up to the homemade guitar.


How do you smuggle in a life-size alligator replica as a gift? This is how. You should have seen it perched high on a shelf. G walked into the other room, we heard a “What the??”, and we knew that our gift was a hit.

More pictures will come of the time with my side of the family. I just had to capture this wrapping paper on my phone. It’s safe to assume I knew what my gift was. Yep. Captain Kirk handkerchiefs. I was way off, though. I’ll have to settle with getting the best Star Trek movie instead.

Those of the Kriege der Sterne persuasion will recognize this as the hermit who has been living for generations on Korriban in cliff-side ruins entangled by a cactus swarm.

Even if you didn’t play on Saturday (although you were invited, @bessiejo), the hermit may look similar to another bearded loon.

You may have heard that there is a Star Wars vs. Star Trek thing on the InterTubes. Have you seen the LEGO version of that fight?

On the topic of loons, I found this scrap of paper from a year ago. I can’t figure out what the epsilon I was talking about. (Editor’s Note: Check the comments for a hint at the solution. I remembered it.)

Don’t worry, Mom. It’s not like I write haikus about the library or anything.


I can’t take credit for the Bell Beast. Go visit the Sidewalk Driver for more details on coping with carrot carcinogens.

To fulfill the cutemetrics for this post, here is my youngest eating a half-pound burrito:

I guess if it’s metrics, it should be the 0.22679618 kg burrito.

Songs stuck in my head right now?

Danse by Caedmon’s Call
All creation moves in a cosmic danse
Before the Lord her King;
and the rythms, the reason, the rhyme
of the danse pulses within everything.
And the universe wheels and whirls like
a dervish in perfect seven-step time
The Lord made the Danse,
He taught her the steps, and He causes the songs to shine.

We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
We must yield all our steps unto the King.
We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
Let His praises ring throughout the earth

Adam and Eve dansed in Eden’s environs
Early in earth’s morning air
They named all the animals musical names
Glorious potentiality shared.
But Lucifer sang out a serpentine song
And offered death’s danse as a token.
And pausing to listen Adam missed his step;
Earth’s harmony in the danse broken.

We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
We must yield all our steps unto the King.
We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
Let his praises ring throughout the earth.

Jesus dansed into the world
Singing His heavenly song.
He taught the Danse to those who would
listen and learn as He moved along.
But the steps of His Danse led to a cross
where He died while the haters mocked on.
But He Dansed through death’s arms
and over Hell’s gate and in three days
dansed forth from His tomb

We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
We must yield all our steps unto the King.
We must danse, danse, danse
danse in God’s honor.
Let His praises ring throughout the earth (x2)

He is Lord by Hillsong
Oh blessed lamb once slain
Will reign forever more
His hands once bound now save
Our God will never fail

He is Lord
He is Lord
Sings my soul
He is Lord
And He lives
Yes He lives
I’m alive ’cause Jesus lives

‘Tis at the cross of Christ
Where earth and heaven meet
Where sin is overcome
To God the victory

And now
Let the earth resound with praise
For our Saviour God He reigns
He is high and lifted up
Arise
For the King of glory waits
He is coming back again

But have you seen these UFO sightings in Google Earth?


Both of these are in Romania. What’s your vampire band friend up to, Slade?

Open up the following files in Google Earth to see UFO and Sasquatch sightings over time. Click here for an animated map of UFO sightings.

What’s Slade’s friend doing? Plan 9, that’s what.

“We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I will spend the rest of our lives.”

I throw the next two fight scenes in for Mike:
Kirk and a Lizard

It’s “amok time”, fool:

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I’m actually excited. It’ll be crazy seeing a non-traditional Trek film. What would be really crazy would be to have a completely never-before-seen crew in a movie (and I don’t mean DS9). Imagine complete freshness.

Are you ready for the film of 2009 that is going to rock your planetary orbit?

You at least have to be excited about Simon Pegg as Scotty?

How about Leonard Nimoy playing…Sarek?

I’m just excited to see James T. Kirk riding a motorcycle.

It almost makes up for when he was riding the horse…

Why???

Star Trek

In Theaters May 8, 2009