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Sep. 8th, 2003 12:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
toscas_kissBut why is all the rum gone?
Because I have it! [piratical cackle]. Thank you for the Malibu and pineapple juice![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ripperlyn! It was lovely and there's even some left. (I'm not sure I'm up to thanking anyone for leaving me with the abomination that is caffeine-free Diet Coke - some things in this world should be sacred). Sunday was a bit blurry.
Friday night was great fun.ripperlyn and her flatmate tyyche came around (bearing aforesaid appropriately seaworthy rum, pineapple juice, fake-Coke and baklava - mmmmm) and we watched some Seaquest DSV season 1 episodes, and drooled over various men. Me = Lucas. ripperlyn and tyyche = Ben Krieg and Commander Ford.
The series hadn't actually aged as badly as I thought it would, though the computers looked fairly hinky. On the other hand, the logic holes in the plots were large enough to swim a Nautilus through. One objection being the whiny French children who postively couldn't havesnivelled wept piteously for the whole of the several hours before they were rescued - they should have been dead asleep from exhaustion by then. And the teachers should have been sensible enough to work out that singing just used up the oxygen all that much faster. Then again, maybe they reached the end of their patience and decided to put themselves out of their misery quicker. I can understand how being a teacher would make you want to do that.
The rather dumb mistakes are entertaining when you juxtaposition them with the 'this is an educational show and here's some oceanography to prove it' scientific spiel just before the endcredits. But anyway. Suspension of disbelief. Think 'suspension of disbelief'.
Another thing - the bitpart actors were terrible. I figure they all must have been related to someone in the cast, because I've never seen so much overacting, underacting and just plain nonacting in one concerted space in a very long time.
Niggles aside, it was great fun. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the show.
Because I have it! [piratical cackle]. Thank you for the Malibu and pineapple juice
ripperlyn! It was lovely and there's even some left. (I'm not sure I'm up to thanking anyone for leaving me with the abomination that is caffeine-free Diet Coke - some things in this world should be sacred). Sunday was a bit blurry. Friday night was great fun.
ripperlyn and her flatmate tyyche came around (bearing aforesaid appropriately seaworthy rum, pineapple juice, fake-Coke and baklava - mmmmm) and we watched some Seaquest DSV season 1 episodes, and drooled over various men. Me = Lucas. ripperlyn and tyyche = Ben Krieg and Commander Ford. The series hadn't actually aged as badly as I thought it would, though the computers looked fairly hinky. On the other hand, the logic holes in the plots were large enough to swim a Nautilus through. One objection being the whiny French children who postively couldn't have
The rather dumb mistakes are entertaining when you juxtaposition them with the 'this is an educational show and here's some oceanography to prove it' scientific spiel just before the endcredits. But anyway. Suspension of disbelief. Think 'suspension of disbelief'.
Another thing - the bitpart actors were terrible. I figure they all must have been related to someone in the cast, because I've never seen so much overacting, underacting and just plain nonacting in one concerted space in a very long time.
Niggles aside, it was great fun. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the show.
