I know I said that I’d put the results of the previous matchup on Versus into the next matchup post, but I’m feeling lazy tonight. I don’t feel like doing a new matchup, so I’m just going to inform you all of the results of the matchup between Matticus‘ Jason Nesmith (Galaxy Quest) and my Portia Lin (Dark Matter).
Receiving 70% of the votes, the winner is…..
I want to thank all of you who took the time to cast your votes. Stay tuned for the next episode of Versus. Have a good night, everybody.
I checked my notifications today and I got one that said it was my WordPress anniversary today. Seven years ago today I started this here blog. It honestly doesn’t feel like it’s been that long.
According to my site, I’ve published 707 posts during that seven years. That’s barely over a hundred posts a year. There are probably some bloggers out there that hit 700 posts in less than half that time. Hell, maybe the majority of other bloggers put up that many posts that quickly. I’m kind of on the outside as far as what the people around these parts do.
My 700 posts have been a mix of things. I’ve told you all stories. Sometimes they’re fiction. Sometimes they aren’t. I’ve told you about my beautiful daughter, Baby E, who just finished her last day of preschool on Thursday. The school celebrated it by having a picnic for everyone at the local park. She got to run around with her classmates one last time before going to kindergarten next year. It rained for two hours that day….the two hours we were down at the park. She was muddy and soaked by the time we got home.
Lately though, I’ve been doing most of my writing offline. There are two books that I’ve been working on that are close to being done, but there’s still no set time on releasing them (As soon as I have something definitive for you, I’ll definitely post it). Those two projects are collaborations with other authors. The one I’m working on now is just me and I’ve found that working on a project alone means that I don’t write as fast as I do with others. Taking on projects with other writers forces me to focus more because I don’t want to let them down or make them wait on me.
Another reason I’m writing more offline is because I’ve been having trouble lately thinking of things to write about on this here blog. I used to have ideas pop into my head all the time. Now they’re few and far between. Maybe it’ll start coming back to me soon. Or maybe I’ll have to do another prompt post. I guess we’ll have to wait to see what the future holds.
To end this post, I’d just like to say thank you to anyone who has ever taken the time to read the words coming out of my fingers. There are a lot of blogs out there, many of which have much better writers than I, that you could spend your time on. The fact that you chose to spend yours with me is truly humbling. I’m grateful for every one of you. I wish you all a wonderful night
It’s time for another look at the random stuff that pops into my head. I feel like I should put a warning about the randomness that I inflict upon the blogosphere, but if you’re already here, it’s already too late.
Is it just me, or are the subscription services like Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon Prime putting out better shows than the actual networks now? There are only a few shows that appear on a real television network that I actually like to watch anymore.
Both today and last Monday, I left for work a lot earlier than normal because signs on the side of the road promised construction starting the previous weekend. Both times there was zero construction on my way to work. I really hate whoever is in charge of that crap.
The main company that hires the small place that I work got hit by that ransomware virus. Since their computers are down, I’m only able to do about half of what I need to do. This day is going to last forever.
Muscle weighs more than fat, so when people tell me I should work out, I tell them I can’t because I’m watching my weight.
I watched season 2 of Daredevil for the second time. I liked it even better the second time around.
I’ve done so much editing over the past couple of months that it’s kinda burned me out on writing. The time I would normally spend on writing has been spent clicking on random articles suggested by Facebook.
According to a random article suggested by Facebook, 8% of Asian males are a direct descendant of Genghis Khan…. That’s a whole lot of fighting and fucking for one man….
That’s all I got for now. Hopefully some of your brain cells are still functioning after reading this.
It’s the Versus that you’ve all been waiting for! It’s the long anticipated rematch between Matticus and I!
Well, I’m sure at least one of you were anxiously awaiting it anyway.
The first order of business, however, is declaring the winner of the previous Versus post. In Episode 3, I asked you to vote for which of the three Summers brothers was the most badass. Once again, the results didn’t go for who I voted for. You said that Gabriel, or Vulcan as he’s more widely known, was that answer. It’s hard to argue that. After all, he did conquer the Shi’ar Empire. In defense of Alex (Havok), who I voted for, in the War of the Kings storyline, Havok was able to absorb the energy of an entire star and use it to hurt Vulcan pretty badly. Just as Havok was about to put him down for good, he got interrupted and Vulcan managed to escape. Of course, once he had recovered, Vulcan went back to kicking everyone’s ass. There was that one moment though….
The question posed to Matticus and me for this matchup was, “Who is the best starship captain?” Naturally, we both had the same answer at first. The only possible answer to that question is Captain Terry Dadam of The Erratic Sun. Nobody else is even close. Again, we may be biased. So, the question had to be changed to, “Besides him, who is the best starship captain?”
Here is his answer:
Captain Jason Nesmith — Galaxy Quest (1999)
I will admit that Captain Jason Nesmith is an odd choice for best space captain. In the movie Galaxy Quest, Jason Nesmith is an actor who portrays a captain on a TV show, long cancelled, that lives on only through the legions of fans who demand their presence at annual conventions. He isn’t a talented actor. He isn’t a good leader. He isn’t particularly smart. He isn’t even all that likeable. However, it is for precisely these reasons that he becomes the greatest space captain, defying all odds to lead his crew of actors on a successful mission to defeat the evil General Sarris.
His only training was eighteen years prior to taking the helm for real, and that training was only simulation. He wasn’t groomed for the captaincy. He didn’t attend pilot school. He didn’t even know space flight was a real thing until he was called upon to perform at the highest level. And perform he did. First as the actor he had been and then rising to the occasion to be the true captain that was needed.
He had never been in combat before, let alone space combat. The only notion he had was his tagline from his TV show, Never give up. Never surrender. This approach caused him to make some giant mistakes after becoming a Captain for real. However, he learned from those mistakes and quickly adapted to his new role to devise a plan that worked.
He learns to respect his crew and ends up earning their respect as well. He learns to ask for help in situations where he is out of his depth. He learns what it means to rise up from a defeat. He learns what it means to act selflessly. It is this massive combined turn-around in his character that lifts him not just into the highest echelons of space captains but to the pinnacle of that group.
Who else could achieve so much with so little natural talent, so little professional training and experience, and surrounded by a crew who are equally lacking?
Best space captain? There is only one answer: Captain Jason Nesmith.
Now, here is my answer:
PORTIA LIN (DARK MATTER, SYFY)
Kirk, Picard, Solo, Reynolds. There were many of them out there with a higher name recognition factor that I could’ve chosen as my pick for the best starship captain. If you’ve ever watched Dark Matter (New episodes coming to SYFY soon, first two seasons on Netflix), you’ll know that none of them can match the sheer badassery of Portia Lin, leader of the Raza.
The Raza is a spaceship crewed by the scariest group of fighters in the galaxy. They were so good at what they did that rumors began spreading that the Raza is an alien race that kills everything in their path. In command of them is a woman named Portia Lin, the best of them all. Not only is she a skilled hand-to-hand fighter, she’s also very adept at pretty much any weapon she picks up. She’s kicked the ass of pretty much everyone she’s fought.
She can take it just as much as she can dish it out. Her body has been infused with nanites that will either let her avoid injury altogether, or let her recover quicker than should be possible. These nanites allowed her to cure herself of a virus that is usually 100% fatal to those who catch it. They even protected her and allowed her to survive in the vacuum of space.
Sure, you might be thinking to yourself, she’s a badass, but is she really a great captain? Of course she is.
The series starts with the crew of the Raza having their memories erased. Even with none of them remembering anything about their lives before waking up, they all still deferred to her leadership. She led them while they were trying to piece their pasts together. She led them while they were trying to stay one step ahead of the people behind them, even though they didn’t remember who they were running from. She held them together, even though the crew didn’t really trust each other, until they were betrayed by a crew member who had more information about their pasts than the rest.
After the betrayal, Portia and the crew found themselves thrown into the most secure prison in the galaxy. She was able to fight off repeated attempts on their lives, not only from fellow prisoners, but also from the warden. Portia rallied her crew, plus a few other prisoners, and mounted an escape from a place described as “impossible to break out of”
When one of her crew members asked her if they could break out of the impossible prison, she replied, “We‘re the crew of the Raza. You’re damn right we’re doing it.”
That is a Captain.
What do you think, folks? Which of those two contenders do you think better fits the bill of the best starship captain. Let us know with your votes.
He sat staring at a blank computer screen. The words bounced around in his head, begging for release. It was a release that wouldn’t come. No matter how hard he tried, the words remained trapped inside of his mind. His foot began tapping on the ground, as if that would help his situation.
Cold steel pressed against the back of his skull. A threatening voice demanded, “What are you waiting for?”
“It was just a figure of speech,” he pleaded.
“It’s not anymore.”
His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He needed to start typing something, anything. It didn’t matter what it was. All it needed to be was words. Still, he was greeted with a zero in the word count.
He turned his head to try to beg for mercy, but stopped when he felt the barrel of the gun start to dig in deeper. “Please,” he groveled.
“All I need are the words.”
“I can’t do it when you have that gun pointed at my head.”
“You have five seconds to start typing.”
Panic seized him. He could see the words swimming in his vision, but they refused to travel down to his fingers. Tears streamed down his face. His eyes closed when his internal clock registered five seconds.
The gun erupted, sending its projectile forward. Cracks spiderwebbed out from the bullet hole that appeared in the screen. Drops of blood mingled in with the cracks, running down towards the bottom of the monitor.
“I guess he really couldn’t write a story if his life depended on it.”