SciFi heaven
Sep. 13th, 2005 09:44 amso.....
JMS, "The Great Maker," he who rules, has made me very happy girl.
Yesterday I was mentally pouting because there is no good new scifi (remember, I'm the blast em up, "pretty shiny deadly machines" girl) to watch. Want space ships. Want aliens who look at least a little alien--no, Goa'uld don't count.
Well, it's not "new," but JMS has cut a deal to publish ALL his B5 scripts, and not just the ones that got on the air, in trade paperback.
So, I will have new B5 that is not fanfic (which can sometimes be good, but other times...), that comes from the mind of the father of that universe himself. Happy sigh. Penny jar has been started. It won't be cheap (14 volumes, 7 ep each, at around $30 a pop), but oh so worth it.
In my mind, when I can't take it here, there are places I go to live--Rohan; the planet of the Bloody Sun; the Federation; the San Joaquin Valley circa 1876; and to "two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal, all alone in the night" where the light may be more dangerous than the shadows, and nothing is exactly what it seems to be.
Quiet sigh of anticipation.
JMS, "The Great Maker," he who rules, has made me very happy girl.
Yesterday I was mentally pouting because there is no good new scifi (remember, I'm the blast em up, "pretty shiny deadly machines" girl) to watch. Want space ships. Want aliens who look at least a little alien--no, Goa'uld don't count.
Well, it's not "new," but JMS has cut a deal to publish ALL his B5 scripts, and not just the ones that got on the air, in trade paperback.
So, I will have new B5 that is not fanfic (which can sometimes be good, but other times...), that comes from the mind of the father of that universe himself. Happy sigh. Penny jar has been started. It won't be cheap (14 volumes, 7 ep each, at around $30 a pop), but oh so worth it.
In my mind, when I can't take it here, there are places I go to live--Rohan; the planet of the Bloody Sun; the Federation; the San Joaquin Valley circa 1876; and to "two million, five hundred thousand tons of spinning metal, all alone in the night" where the light may be more dangerous than the shadows, and nothing is exactly what it seems to be.
Quiet sigh of anticipation.