These were the voyages of several starships, Enterprise

So that’s it then. The last episode of Star Trek: Enterprise came and went, and the shows that I practically grew up on are all over. Oddly, I didn’t really care much.

I felt compelled to watch the last episode, of course, but couldn’t help rolling my eyes at the lame Troi/Riker frame story that was pasted onto an even lamer plot. It seems to me that in a final episode of the final series of Star Trek, they could have done something more interesting than sending them off to do a little favour for the Andorians. After it ended, I felt more than a little let down. After all, I wanted to see something significant, that acknowledged the end of a show that I’d watched faithfully, and at times, obsessively.

There is so much opportunity for a truly interesting storyline, especially with a timeline as well-defined as Star Trek‘s. They could have created a “historical documentary” that covered the time between Captain Tucker and Captain Kirk. When Babylon 5 wound down it’s fourth season, it had episodes that explored the future and the impact that the characters had on history. It provided closure to an immense four-year-long story arc. And Enterprise? Enterprise had Riker chopping vegetables on the holodeck.

Ow. My eyes just reflexively rolled almost backwards in reaction to the hopelessly stupid writing, worse directing, and actors who probably shouldn’t be on TV anymore (or in the first place).

The same thing happened at the end of Star Trek: Voyager. After several years of struggling to make it back to Earth alive, the final episode finally has Voyager emerge from a Borg subspace conduit almost in Earth’s orbit. And the triumphant return lasted about 15 seconds before they rolled the credits. That’s it. The reward for watching years of Voyager’s pathetically weak stories was 15 seconds of “Yay, we’re home!”

So now it’s all over for good. In the end, I don’t think fans care enough about Star Trek: Enterprise enough for the show to return in any form. Over the last years, it was sometimes interesting with rare bits that made people sit up and go “ooh” and maybe spill a bit of their beer at the same time. It failed, however, to reach out and firmly grasp the audience by the wobbly bits the way the original series and Star Trek: The Next Generation occasionally did. Figuratively speaking.

We’re being wacky, right?

If you’ve seen the new movie adaptation of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, I empathize. If you haven’t seen it, please do yourself a favour and rent a video instead. I was in pain throughout the movie. It is, in the very best sense of the word, crap.

It baffles me how a producer can take a hilarious script/novel with a proven track record, and then mangle it so badly that there’s nothing actually funny in it anymore. After they gutted it, twisted it, deleted all the quirky humour, what was left was almost but not quite entirely unlike a story by Douglas Adams.

Every scene should have been subtitled “Hey, look! We’re being wacky now, aren’t we? Yes! So wacky!” It’s just so… depressing.

Discovery Channel teaches me cool stuff

Discovery has always had the best educational content. Today, for example, watched a show where they looked at video of a V-shaped arrangment of lights flying across the night sky near Pheonix, Arizona. Rather than assume that it was a formation of military planes, an “expert” theorized that it was a giant black triangular spacecraft. He had “artists conceptions” to prove it too!

The professor’s rocket

Yet another story fragment…

The professor’s rocket taxi descended on a plume of light and settled delicately on its three landing fins. As the atomic engine faded slowly into silence, its impressive bulk towered over the waiting press corps who rushed from the nearby bunker to the foot of the now-extended gangway. At last, with a chuff of air, a crack of light appeared around the curved door in the rocket’s side, and it swung open majestically to reveal the professor himself.

“Gentlemen,” he declared grandly. “Today is the dawn of a new day in science. Today I, Professor Falkensteinbrautsengen, will take mankind to the moon!”

“I tell you it can’t be done,” Carter exclaimed, slamming his open palm against the side of the travel pod. “And not only can’t it be done, it not also can’t be not done!”

Inside the lab, away from the thronging mobs outside, Carter looked from face to face, looking for support, but found none. All of Professor Falkensteinbrautsengen’s assitants were loyal and, moreover, knew which side their bread was buttered. At present, it was buttered on the top side, with a nice layer of strawberry jam.

“Unghkna ngh dmph?” the youngest assistant observed.

“For god’s sake, Smythe, don’t speak with your mouth full of bread,” Carter chided.

The youth swallowed and started again. “How can you say that? Professor Falkensbrau… Falkensteiber… Professor F is the most brilliant scientist on earth!”

Carter nodded. “Is he? Is he really the most brilliant scientist on earth? Or do we simply believe that because he has the press eating out of the palm of his hand?” Carter gestured at the silent travel pod. “Look at this thing. It barely runs longer than five minutes without blowing several tubes. And the atomic pile leaks!”

“Sure it leaks,” Danforth interjected, “but since we painted it with lead-based paint, the mutation rate has dropped dramatically.” He waved his tentacles pointedly at Carter.