As regards the comparison of religious discussion and scifi discussion: After a little consideration, I realized that the discomfort I've caused in non-Christians when I've spoken about being one (the "uh-oh, is he or isn't he going to preach"? clenching-up feeling) is pretty much identical to the one I get from non-s/f people when I talk about my love of [insert s/f and/or fantasy item here]. People don't like being foisted-on.
She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Firefly 4: Also, we can kill you with our brains
Discussion of the Mutant Enemy series, Firefly, the ensuing movie Serenity, and other projects in that universe. Like the other show threads, anything broadcast in the US is fine; spoilers are verboten and will be deleted if found.
Mr. Broom - Jan 30, 2006 4:41:45 pm PST #7861 of 10001
"When I look at people that I would like to feel have been a mentor or an inspiring kind of archetype of what I'd love to see my career eventually be mentioned as a footnote for in the same paragraph, it would be, like, Bowie." ~Trent Reznor
JenP - Jan 30, 2006 4:42:27 pm PST #7862 of 10001
What if Jesus had a spaceship?
For some reason, that just earwormed me with "What if God Was One of Us?"
People don't like being foisted-on.
You're exactly right. I tend to keep my ramblings focused on why I like sci-fi, rather than why they should (previous post notwithstanding). ETA: And it only ever comes up when someone gives me that quizzical look and asks, "But... why?"
ETA: And completely unrelated - I just finished sort of watching Spirited Away, and I'm listening to the music over the credits - it's just lovely. I may have to get the soundtrack.
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 4:49:41 pm PST #7863 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
t foists my pre-Wiccan Celtic traditonal pantheon on the thread.
Cuchullian had a spaceship.
JenP - Jan 30, 2006 4:57:24 pm PST #7864 of 10001
t aims Teflon Deflecto Ray™ at the pantheon. Except for that one; he's kind of hot.
JZ - Jan 30, 2006 5:02:03 pm PST #7865 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Christians can take a hike to the Left Coast.
What about the Christians who are already here? Should we start packing for Brazil? 'Cause I could be down with that.
What if Jesus had a spaceship?
That is a writing assignment I could have gotten into, as a student.
Heh. My beloved terminally eccentric Uncle D. in Brookline spent his declining years laboring on his magnum opus, a novel spinning out from the thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason. No publisher in his lifetime thought it would ever find an audience; I'm beginning to suspect the problem was that the Buffistas didn't exist yet.
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:04:56 pm PST #7866 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
Of course he was. What with the spaceship and all.
tommyrot - Jan 30, 2006 5:05:51 pm PST #7867 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
There was a Ray Bradbury short story that had Jesus traveling from planet to planet, bringing salvation to each one. It was about a guy who wanted to meet Jesus so he traveled to the planets that Jesus had been to - each time he'd just miss Jesus.
Not one of my favorite Bradbury stories, I have to admit. (And I was a Christian when I read it.)
Gus - Jan 30, 2006 5:07:43 pm PST #7868 of 10001
Bag the crypto. Say what is on your mind.
thesis that Jesus was an interstellar Mason...
Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.
DCJensen - Jan 30, 2006 5:10:49 pm PST #7869 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
It would explain all the churches in Mason City, IA.
Well, that or the bible belt thing...
OTH? They have a Kum & Go convenience store there.
JZ - Jan 30, 2006 5:15:31 pm PST #7870 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Uncle D. of Brookline was my kind of hombre.
I defy anyone on earth not to love him. He was an engineering professor at MIT and wore homburgs and Tyrolean hats with jaunty little feathers; he was mathier than Nilly and Emily put together, but he hadn't got the common sense God gave a goose; and he was devoted to ponderous '30s science fiction space operas and to his wives--not that he was a polygamist, but he was married twice; the first wife died as he was nearing 70, he nearly died of grief, and then he met a Dedham widow who was also dying of grief and they rescued each other. She once told me that he'd written her poetry while they were courting, and when I asked if I could see it she blushed. Apparently it was dirty. Also, he was the world's most magnificently awful stereotypical insane Boston driver.
I'm fairly certain he would've thought you were his kind of hombre too.