Today's bLINKit: I took my blogging entry from a week or two about the view from the 35th floor of the Wall Centre and turned it into a column, which you can read here.
Also, my Star Trek is dead feature for the Courier generated letters. One Trek fan wonders how a true fan could not know a campaign was underway to save Enterprise. (I wonder about the current health of the campaign; no one ever returned my calls to their office.) Another aggrieved Trekkie said she was glad the fair-weather Trek fans were "finally getting off our wagon train and leaving our show to us, the true fans." She writes:
As one who is eternally loyal to the original series, but faithfully watched every other incarnation of Trek, it was pretty maddening in the late '80s and early '90s to see plebeian TV viewers taking up our banner and waving it around like it belonged to them. These are the same "fans" who also flocked to Beverly Hills 90210 when it was popular, and who now hunger for dirtier and gorier reality shows.
They are TV fans, not Trek fans. They only wore the uniforms when it was safe.
Wow! A third reader suggested importing smart Brit writers from shows such as Dr. Who, which anyone watching it on CBC knows, is delightful. All the fun of the previous Who entries suitably updated for a 21st century sensibility. The most recent two-parter had great cheesy alien costumes, lots of good running around, punchy dialogue, a wildly grinning Doctor having more fun than anyone deserves and plucky and bright female characters, something the Who series excelled in long before American TV caught up to the idea. I'm now a fan of Billie Piper (pictured above), whose Rose Tyler combines an open heart, a need for adventure and a generous smile. Good emotional tug, too, in the episode about her leaving her mother and boyfriend behind.