Illustration Friday: Missing
I think I went missing a long time ago. If someone finds me, please let me know.
As I ride the F train at 5:30a.m., I've come to the realization that the earlier the subway, the uglier the riders. This is because the more beautiful someone is, the better chance they have of getting a job with regular hours. (The exception to this rule is nurses returning home after a night shift.) Of course, if the MTA actually sorted us by looks, I'd be restricted to riding at two in the morning...
Jen, Joe & I watched Star Trek: First Contact last night. It's a fun movie, but it never impressed me. It just seems like a two hour episode of STTNG. I remember the first Borg episode, "Q Who?" Q sends the Enterprise to a region of space never explored before, to smack some of the self-righteousness off of Picard's face. There they meet the Borg, a hive-like cybernetic collective who are much more powerful than anything crew of the Enterprise has ever encountered. Like true aliens, they act in ways humans can't comprehend. At the end, Picard admits defeat, that there are things out there far beyond human abilities, and Q returns the Enterprise back to Earth's sector of the galaxy before it is destroyed.
Sadly, the Borg became too popular to leave alone, and with each revisitation, Star Trek sociology had to make them more & more human. First came Locutus- the Borg who lived, then Hugh- the kinder & gentler Borg, followed by Jeri Ryan as Seven-of-Nine- the hubba-hubba Borg, leaving us in First Contact with Alice Krige as the vamping Borg queen, complete with sexual innuendos. Another brilliant, original idea, trampled into mediocrity.
Another good giggle in the film is the introduction of the Quantum Torpedo. What in the name of Vishnu's Third Arm is a Quantum Torpedo? Does it have to be observed before it detonates? Does it change the state of being of its target? Does it play dice with the universe? Does it only exist in finite quantum intervals, disappearing from the Enterprise and reappearing instantly at it's target? Don't be silly; it's just a pretty blue ball of light that blows things up. Next up: Star Trek: Insurrection, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Enjoy Face-Lifts.