Further evidence, as if any was needed, that the universe has no concept of fairness: the actor who played Nog has died, but Star Trek: Discovery continues to survive to further trash the legacy of Trek.
“Star Trek: Captain Nog” is a series I would’ve watched.
It is with extreme regret and sadness to announce that my love and best friend, Aron Eisenberg, passed away earlier…
Posted by Malíssa Longo on Saturday, September 21, 2019
Some of the people teaching our nations children are… not good people.
In short, a school library dumped a lot of books into a dumpster. The true cause for this is unclear; it is a sad reality that libraries often have to relieve themselves of large numbers of unwanted/unneeded/damaged books. And the further reality is that a great many, perhaps most, books are of no real great cultural or historical value, and wind up just taking up space. This is an issue I’m wrestling with myself, with the end result being that several car loads of paperbacks and a metric ᚠᚪᛣᚳᛏᚩᚾ of National Geographics will have to go to a thriftstore or, worse, the dump. This is a reality that I recognize… but it’s not one I *celebrate.* Because I’m not a gorram woke SJW who revels in the erasure of my history and culture.
In contrast:
It’s impossible to make out what’s in those dumpsters. Could very well be a boatload of multiple copies of obsolete textbooks, the loss of which is often no real loss. But to celebrate tossing them out in order to replace them with woke rubbish of no talent, skill, virtue or value is just friggen’ tragic. Worse, the person doing the celebrating…
… is the head of “English Language Arts” for the public schools in Washington Township, NJ.
Ye gods.
The rest of the article is worth reading, especially the bits about how that township has a paid position for some to oversee the implementation of “equity” and the nonsense that goes with it:
So yesterday I saw, to my regret, “Ad Astra.” Based on what the SJWs are saying it looks like I would have been vastly happier had I seen “Rambo: Last Blood.”
And in the least shocking news item of the day, it looks like critics and the audience just don’t see eye to eye on these movies:
I’m not sure if this is a complete collection of the “Pern” books, but it’s a lot of ’em. Interested? Email me an offer (plus postage). I’ll send via media mail unless some other postage is needed. 
SOLD
Continuing…
Rockwell in 1985 considered the business case of small unmanned launchers of 15,000 pounds payload capability. The goal would be low cost ($100/lb of payload delivered to orbit). It’s not clear, at least from this report, if Rockwell had a design of their own under consideration; the illustration included shows only non-Rockwell commercial designs… the “Dolphin” and “Conestoga II” from Space Services, Inc; the “Phoenix” SSTO from Pacific American Launch Systems; the “Space Van” from Transpace Inc. (though what’s shown is just the standard orbiter atop the 747 SCA); the “Constellation” from Star Struck Inc.; the Delta from Transpace Carriers Inc (which appears to be a standard Delta II); the Atlas from Convair; and the “Excalibur” from Truax Engineering, a reduced-scale version of the Aerojet Sea Dragon of two decades earlier.
Well, those were a few hours of my life I’ll never get back.
I found myself near a theater showing “Ad Astra” today, so, what the heck, I saw it. It’s profoundly awful.
Firstly, and most damningly, it’s utterly *boring.* I didn’t fall asleep, but I did check the time, sighed, closed my eyes and daydreamed. Stuff happens, but you Just Don’t Give A Rats Ass.
Secondly, it doesn’t make a lick of sense. The plot, the tech, the characters and the lack-of-science conspire to create story that comes off as gibberish.
Thirdly: the science is laughable. Just in case anyone cares about spoilers, the full rant is behind the break.
So what did I fail at this time?
Tonight I watched the 1972 Woody Allen movie “Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sex.” I think I might have seen bits and pieces of this movie a long time ago… by which I mean sometime perhaps around 1980. I have previous mentioned that I just don’t find Woody Allen funny. So once again I watched a WA movie and I looked for the humor… and I utterly failed to find it. If I was one of those “reaction” YouTubers, I suspect the image of my face as I watched the movie would be a whole lot of stone-faced boredom interspersed with occasional slight frowns.
So, yeah. Another total failure.
I. Just. Don’t. Get. It.
How do you react when hauled before a kangaroo court of self-important political bullies? You do like this feller and drive ’em batty:
His line to “Nuke’ Em” Swalwell about his safe? Priceless.
One of the more common yet irritatingly pointless human reactions to a problem is to demand that Something Must Be Done. Sure, often there’s a problem that can be fixed and there’s a practical, wise fix available. But far too often people just demand action… any action. Even if the action would actually make the situation worse. I suspect most readers of this blog would expect that at this point I’d proceed to bringing up some brainless American leftist nonsense like gun control or speech codes. But hey, I’m broad-minded. Not every person putting forward useless ideas is an American leftie. Gentlemen, behold:
Yeah, that’ll do it. After pouring some water out of an airplane, I feel confident that Russians will give up booze.