
My writing group, Altered Fluid, has started a group blog.
The first post is by your’s truly and can be read here.

My writing group, Altered Fluid, has started a group blog.
The first post is by your’s truly and can be read here.
The end of a televisions series always brings forth certain emotions, theories, disappointments, and, of course, opinions. While the journey should be the thing — and with Battlestar Galactica it has been four seasons of a wonderful trip — everyone wants a great end to a long journey. I’ll get it out front and say I liked the finale. It isn’t the greatest thing I’ve ever seen and I did have problems with parts of it, but overall it worked for me.
The biggest problem with the entire episode was flying the fleet into the sun. True, you can write it off as another bad decision in a series that shows how often we all make bad decisions, but all 38,000 people and everyone wanted to go retro and live off of the land? No one would miss their radios, computers, and everything else that the human’s had evolved into? I believe if they’d had more time to investigate the “breaking the cycle” notion, given it a little debate, then it might have worked a little better as written. Give us a hint that the fuel is now finite, they’re out of medication, that everything they do have is temporary anyway (which it would have been). But why even go through all of that explanation that still doesn’t cover everything? This is such an easy fix: a new-born hybrid should be able to see the foibles of the human and Cylon races, their inability to learn, how the cycle will continue. Anders could come to that realization and simply go rogue, take the fleet into the sun of only his own volition. The result is a great “what the frak just happened?” moment, stranded survivors with new seemingly insurmountable odds, and a truly a clean slate.
Secondly, I guess if there is a higher power, some hand pulling the strings, then the whole coincidence of the Raptor’s dead pilot nuking the Colony shouldn’t bother me so much. But it does.
At first I was put off by the notion that “angels” were driving everything, but then I realized that this entire series has been about that. Caprica 6 has been continually spouting religious rhetoric to Baltar the entire series. The Colonials used religious texts to search for Earth. The Cylons and their resurrection tech and One True God. While I don’t like the “religion is the answer” angle, with the setup we were given, how could it be anything but? It made sense, although that last bit in Times Square was too much.
Everything else, though, worked for me. I’m a bit confused that Adama Sr. and Tyrol wanted to go off and die alone, but it’s their decision and I can live with it. There are a few other things here and there, but nothing that stopped me or detracted from enjoying the episode.
Yes, I loved the resolution to Starbuck’s character. Mainly because I don’t think the writers could have given us anything to explain her, possibly because they don’t know themselves. There are hints Starbuck was an angel, but there are also hints that she was not – I personally think she was not. She works better as an unknown.
The flashbacks were amazing. My favorite part. Tigh and Adama getting drunk in a strip club is one of the truest scenes of the entire series. Those flashback sequences highlighted the character-based story telling that has always been the strongest part of this series. It’s exactly the sort of thing that the sci-fi world as a whole needs more of.
Galactica’s final jump out of danger and the ensuing snapping of her keel was fantastic and heart breaking at the same time. A fitting final outing for the old girl.
The finale was not perfect, but what is. The more I think about it, the more I like it. I like the fact that they arrive at least 100,000 years before sustained agriculture was successful on this planet. I guess Baltar wasn’t that good of a farmer after all. I like that the survivor’s descendants have to go through an ice age. I like the possibility that if I was one of the 1% who survived Armageddon and spent several years crammed into a cigar tube in space, running for my life, that at the end of it all, if given a chance, maybe I’d say screw it all and just walk off into the forest, build a cabin, and take it easy for the rest of my days. Maybe.
Darker and at a higher price would have been better. Anders stealing the fleet for the “sun run” would have fixed 99.9% of the issues I had with this episode. But, after the four years of pure hell and hopelessness that the people of the fleet endured and the price already paid, I’ll grant them this almost happy ending.
Here’s what you can do with a full day, a box of peeps, some scrap styrene and construction paper. Kristen did an AWESOME job on the hair!
This is for the third annual Washington Post Peep Diorama contest. Based on this poster. Basically the contest is “take a bunch of peeps and make something out of them”.
Both peeps were liberally coated with clear lacquer before starting work. I’m not sure if that changed the digestibility of the things.
A more permanent mount for the piece (the background is just construction paper and quite flimsy) will be built this week, I’ll get some better photos and show some of the details. The guitars have strings!
I’ll admit it, I worry about money as much as anyone else. While I do make stupid purchases from time to time — I can’t for the life of me remember the last time I used that stainless steel hand warmer I bought last year — I for the most part try to watch my spending and make sure I get my money’s worth.
So, here’s a shot of a recent rejection note I got in a self-supplied, self-addressed and stamped envelope. Come on! I wasted a stamp on this? Perhaps including post cards with submissions would be a better idea. I could even put little YES or NO check boxes on the back, you know, to help them out.
No way did I get my forty-one -cents worth.
A week ago I returned from my most recent trip to Gettysburg. This time I went with my writing group on our yearly Altered Fluid writing retreat. We rented two amazing houses approximately six miles east south-east of the battlefield.
I found myself making multiple trips to the battlefield for my own research, and every day I’d take a group of writers out and give them my own version of a tour of the battlefield. No one dozed off on me, so I’ll consider that a success.
This is the first time I’ve visited Gettysburg while writing about the battle. It is an amazing but humbling experience to spend an evening reading and researching about men of the 19th Indiana Regiment, and then walk the National Cemetery the next day and see the names of some of those very same men etched in the stones that fan out along the ground.
Overall, I didn’t get as much writing done over our five days as I would have liked, but it was still a great time, both because of the location and the company.
With all of the talk of change being passed around in D.C., I would like to suggest a new policy:
For the foreseeable future all 401K statements need to be mailed in red envelopes. That way I know to pull it out of the mailbox and insert it directly into the paper shredder.
Wow, I really didn’t need to see that statement!
Everyone knows that art is subjective. In the scale modeling world that has never been truer. Discussions as to whether building models is to be considered “art” or merely kit-assembly are as old as the hobby itself. Add into these discussions the variables of what materials were used, how much of the piece was scratch built by the modeler, the skill apparent in the final product, and one can see how this discussion can end in no single satisfactory answer.
But, perhaps, a fitting answer to the question can be found if the said models end up in a museum. This past weekend I was fortunate enough to attend the opening of the latest exhibit at the Belskie Museum of Art & Science, in Closter, NJ, and see two of my pieces on public display (the Mobile Bay and Monitor dioramas). The exhibit is “The Best of the Belskie Museum from 2001-2008”, showcasing the most popular exhibits from the time frame. Approximately two years ago my friend Gary Kingzett orchestrated a ship model exhibit that went over really well. He approached me to donate models for this exhibit.
Along with two dozen or so ship models they also have paintings, photographs, soft materials and sculpture. So, while I’m still not convinced my models are to be considered art, it’s gratifying to see them displayed amidst so much of it. A highly recommended exhibit in a small but very cool museum. More photos HERE.
With the Chanel gig completed, I’m looking to finish up a lot of other projects. One is this group of four red Swinglines. One is spoke for as a Christmas gift, but I figured it best to get them all done at the same time. No sense in opening up a window to vent the airbrush booth in this frigid weather for just one piece.
“Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that ‘all men are created equal.’
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those who died here, that the nation might live. This we may, in all propriety do. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we can not hallow, this ground—The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.
It is rather for us, the living, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us —that, from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here, gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve these dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people by the people for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address, “Nicolay Copy”, one of five surviving hand-written copies of the Address, and the one Lincoln read from at the dedication.