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blakes7-d Digest Volume 98 : Issue 203
Today's Topics:
Re: [B7L] Hello
Re: [B7L] PIS
[B7L] New Horizon newsletter
[B7L] Leos
[B7L] Leos
Re: Hamlet (was Re: [B7L] Hello)
[B7L] "Navigating the SC Sector"
Re: [B7L] Birthdays
Re: [B7L] Birthdays
RE: [B7L] Birthdays
[B7L] Jenna
[B7L] Space City problem
[B7L] Just testing
Re: [B7L] Birthdays
[B7L] Decisiveness
Re: [B7L] Leos
RE: [B7L] Birthdays
Re: [B7L] Leos
Re: [B7L] PIS
[B7L] "Navigating the SC Sector"
Re: [B7L]
Re: [B7L] Navigating the SC Sector
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 18:51:04 +0100 (BST)
From: Iain Coleman <ijc@mail.nerc-bas.ac.uk>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Hello
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On Sun, 26 Jul 1998, Rob Clother wrote:
> While I've been gone, I've put some Blake's material up on my web page.
> As everything else seems to have been done before, I thought I'd expound
> on my pet theory, which is that Blake has a great deal in common with
> Hamlet. To prove that this isn't just me trying to link my two
> favourite characters, I've put a few parallel quotes up in a table.
> Anyone who wants to take a look can check out
> http://www.amsta.leeds.ac.uk/~rob/Blakes/index.html. Feedback, --
> especially disagreement -- will be more than welcome!
Some good quotes there. But here's another for you:
"Stick to action, Blake, it's what you're good at"
Hamlet is famously paralysed into inaction, even when he has more than
justification enough for revenge. Blake is decisive and action-oriented.
I think this is the fundamental difference between the characters.
Iain
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:45:42 +0100
From: "Julie Horner" <jihorner@dial.pipex.com>
To: <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] PIS
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From: Joanne MacQueen
>However, my brother has plans for then to cull the number of episodes of
>"Pie in the Sky" we taped when the ABC repeated the series recently. I
>think you can guess which two episodes <smile> are staying.
Two?
I thought PD was only in one? I haven't seem that either - one of the UK
cable channels is repeating them but I think they are already on a later
series. In fact the only time I tuned in lately was to experience the
now well known 'same episode again' phenomenon.
So for future reference - which series and ep.?
Julie Horner
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 23:58:22 +0100
From: Steve Rogerson <steve.rogerson@MCR1.poptel.org.uk>
To: Space City <space.city@world.std.com>, Lysator <Blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] New Horizon newsletter
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At Wolf 359 ( a Babylon 5 con in London) I got a glimpse of the new
Horizon newsletter that is due to be posted out this week. The cover
and some of the innards have had a redesign and it looks cool. Diane
(Horizon boss) said the rest of it will get the redesign for the next
one.
Diane also mentioned to me that she knew some of the peeps in the Lost
in Space prog thought some of the editing was deliberately suggestive.
She said the person who did the editing said it wasn't and anything
implied was accidental. No comment!!!!!!
--
cheers
Steve Rogerson
Redemption 99: The Blakes 7 and Babylon 5 convention
26-28 February 1999, Ashford International Hotel, Ashford, Kent
http://www.smof.com/redemption/
"Get in there you big furry oaf, I don't care what you smell"
Star Wars
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 15:32:10 PDT
From: "Joanne MacQueen" <j_macqueen@hotmail.com>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] Leos
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>I am lion woman, hear me roar!
>miaouw!!
>
>fifitrix
Well, there goes my pet theory that those born early in Leo are less
flamboyant than the later ones.
Regards
Joanne
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you find that someone has tidied away.
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 14:54:31 +1200
From: Nicola Collie <nicola.collie@stonebow.otago.ac.nz>
To: B7-list <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] Leos
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fifitrix:
>>I am lion woman, hear me roar!
>>miaouw!!
Joanne:
>Well, there goes my pet theory that those born early in Leo are less
>flamboyant than the later ones.
I self-diagnose as the pussycat variety, so, if Aug 3 counts as early, I'll
be a data-point on your side :)
ttfn, Nicola (wishing she was curled up in front of the fire)
and here's a repeat of a message I sent earlier today, that should have
turned up by now:
me, on "birthday season"
>Hmmm. What is it about November-December, anyway?
>ttfn, Nicola
>
>[Jacqueline Thijsen] Probably those long dark evenings. I know of one
>very small town where every year they get about 8 or 9 new kids at school.
>One year there was a power failure that lasted for several hours and now
>they have 22 new entries. ;-)
Nice theory, and it probably holds for the Northern Hemisphere, but I was
conceived in New Zealand. Perhaps it was those long summer twilights. ;-)
ttfn, Nicola
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"If I'm wrong you can say "I told you so", provided you speak loudly
and quickly."
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 07:30:42 +1000
From: Kathryn Andersen <kat@welkin.apana.org.au>
To: "Blake's 7 list" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: Hamlet (was Re: [B7L] Hello)
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On Mon, Jul 27, 1998 at 06:51:04PM +0100, Iain Coleman wrote:
>
> On Sun, 26 Jul 1998, Rob Clother wrote:
>
> > While I've been gone, I've put some Blake's material up on my web page.
> > As everything else seems to have been done before, I thought I'd expound
> > on my pet theory, which is that Blake has a great deal in common with
> > Hamlet. To prove that this isn't just me trying to link my two
> > favourite characters, I've put a few parallel quotes up in a table.
> > Anyone who wants to take a look can check out
> > http://www.amsta.leeds.ac.uk/~rob/Blakes/index.html. Feedback, --
> > especially disagreement -- will be more than welcome!
>
> Some good quotes there. But here's another for you:
>
> "Stick to action, Blake, it's what you're good at"
>
> Hamlet is famously paralysed into inaction, even when he has more than
> justification enough for revenge. Blake is decisive and action-oriented.
> I think this is the fundamental difference between the characters.
Hmmm, what about Trial, though? Blake brooding about Gan. Mind you,
he got into the action again soon enough.
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 23:05:52 EDT
From: StefiAB@aol.com
To: space-city@world.std.com, blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] "Navigating the SC Sector"
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"Navigating the SC Sector"
by: Oversensitive Newbie
Soolin stared at the readouts displayed on her console. Her anxiety
had grown as they moved closer to their destination. Gods!! Why didn't we
tell Avon about this earlier? Why had she agreed with Tarrant to wait til
they got here to tell him? Avon DOES NOT like surprises. Well, she mused, if
he becomes too difficult, I suppose I could just shoot him. She toyed with
this prospect a moment, then dismissed it as impractical. She took a deep
breath, might as well get it over with.
"Avon, we're entering the SC sector."
Avon looked over at her, making no attempt to hide his irritation,
"I'm assuming there IS a need to bring this to my attention."
"We need to decide what message to send."
Avon's eyes narrowed, "Message?"
Before Soolin could reply, Tarrant offered the explanation. "SC," he
said, smugly pleased to have information that Avon did not, "is the sector
Soolin, Vila and I came through several months ago. The government here
requires travelers to this sector to sign on to a list in order to be allowed
to navigate their space and receive random messages."
Curious, but not yet interested, Avon asked, "And I assume there is a
reason we WANT to receive these random messages?"
"Yes, there is," Soolin cut in. "They offer certain valuable and
useful information."
Avon was now interested, and slightly amused by Soolin and Tarrant's
intensity, "Please, do tell me more."
Ignoring the condescending smile and the not unexpected sarcasm,
Tarrant explained.
"The SC sector is the most direct route to the Website Computer Array.
And you DID say you wanted to get there as quickly as possible. In order to
navigate through SC space we must log on to the list and identify ourselves."
"Identify ourselves!?" Avon snapped. "Might I remind you, Tarrant,
that we are criminals of the Federation; we cannot allow ourselves the
extravagance of PENPALS!"
Hoping to avoid the inevitable confrontation, Soolin spoke up quickly,
"They don't really know who we are, Avon, we log on under a code name."
"And I assume we then send messages and wait for replies -- and we're
then permitted passage through their space? Is that how it works?" Avon
grumbled.
"Don't hold your breath for a reply," Vila mumbled under his breath.
Always in tune to Vila, Avon heard the muffled comment, "WHAT is that
supposed to mean?"
Soolin's eyes shot daggers at Vila, then she turned to face Avon,
"It's true we're not likely to get a response, but we MUST log on and send the
message if we intend to go through this sector. And, as Tarrant says, it IS
the fastest way to the Website Array."
"WHY are we not likely to get a response?" Avon asked, suspecting he
was not going to like the answer.
"This list has a lot of long time members, friends," Tarrant
supplied. "They pretty much reply just to each other. They don't often
respond to new posters."
Avon looked at each of them in turn -- not quite sure what to think
but damned if he'd let them know it.
"So, what you're telling me is we are required to send a message that
will probably be ignored," Avon looked at them, they nodded in acquiescence.
He continued, "but we are required to send this message if we wish to remain
on the list? The list that will allow us to navigate this sector." Avon
paused and looked at them again. Again they nodded. "Even though we know
that we will more than likely be ignored AND that they usually only respond to
the "regulars." Have I got it right?"
More affirmative nods.
"It ain't as bad as it sounds, Avon," Vila tried to sound more
confident than he felt. "You get a lot of good information just going
through the sector and picking up the messages." He added brightly, "And
sometimes they do reply to new posters." Vila dejectedly slumped into one of
the lounge chairs, "Uh, but not to us it seems," he concluded gloomily.
Avon ignored Vila, "Why wasn't I told about any of this earlier?"
"Because we knew you would insist we use another route," Soolin
answered defiantly.
"And you were right. Why are you so insistent we use this route?"
Soolin chewed her lower lip. How could she explain to Avon her
indefinable urge to return to the SC sector? How could she make him
understand? She knew Tarrant and Vila understood; felt it, as she
did...though they never spoke of it.
She realized she'd been silent too long, Avon was looking at them with
a mixture of contempt and near pity, "We unsub," he announced.
Tarrant immediately stood to confront him, "Hold on, Avon, you can't
make that decision for the rest of us."
Avon looked up at Tarrant; despite Tarrant's greater height, it was
obvious Avon was the more imposing of the two. "Oh, but I can, Tarrant. And
I have."
"It's pretty discouraging, really." Vila was muttering to no one in
particular. "Not getting anyone to reply to me, I mean."
Forgetting Tarrant for the moment, Avon turned his venom on Vila,
"Well, now, I'd say that shows a certain degree of intelligence on their
part."
"Don't be sarcastic, Avon, it IS discouraging," Soolin sniped.
Avon turned slowly to face her. His sardonic expression softened.
"This is being rather overly sensitive for you, isn't it, Soolin?"
"I'm not being sensitive, Avon; I'm not taking this personally as Vila
is, I just wonder why we don't get a response, is all." She turned and walked
away from him, telling herself she WAS NOT being over-sensitive.
"I fail see the logic in remaining on a list that doesn't acknowledge
your presence," Avon argued to Soolin's stiffly retreating back.
"It's useful," Soolin said, "We can be lurkers."
"WHAT is a lurker?"
"Well," Vila spoke up, suddenly uncomfortable now that he had made
himself the subject of Avon's attention, "Some ships on the list don't post at
all, just receive messages. Some post once in a while but don't expect any
response. You know, just lurk."
Avon replied grimly, "It seems to me a useless effort to compose a
message that isn't even going to be acknowledged."
"It's the only way to stay on the list," Vila sputtered.
Avon considered this, then checked the navigation charts, "Well,
then," he said, "Isn't there some way around this sector?"
"Well, there is the Lysator system," Vila supplied, "but it has pretty
much the same rules and you're just as likely to be ignored."
Vila cringed as he was again the object of Avon's scrutiny, "It ain't
so bad being a lurker...really," Vila pleaded uneasily, "I wouldn't mind just
being a lurker," he added, not quite convincingly.
"I think we should keep sending," Tarrant insisted.
"Oh, yes, Tarrant, you would. Well, I suppose there may be one or two
on this list who would be interested in hearing from you."
Tarrant turned on Avon, "I don't see you coming up with any better
suggestions or maybe you think they'd rather hear from you."
Soolin silently screamed to herself, then smiled as she imagined
tossing Tarrant on his hard head. Hadn't he learned yet that antagonizing him
was not the way to win an argument with Avon?
"All right!" Soolin yelled, "that's enough! This isn't getting us
anywhere. We need to make a decision...and quickly."
Avon was about to make a biting reply when he noticed Dayna, relaxed
at her position, gazing at the planet they were approaching, "You've been
unusually quiet during all this, Dayna.
Dayna shrugged, then turned in Avon's direction, "I've heard Tarrant
and Soolin's complaints before," She rolled her eyes, "I've heard them often,
as a matter of fact." She cast an almost affectionate glance at Vila, "And
I've heard Vila's whining."
Whining!?" Vila did his best to sound indignant.
"Well...well, I'm just trying to figure out why they don't answer us,
that's all," his voice cracked on the last word.
"If they don't reply, Vila, perhaps it is because you're not saying
anything the list wants to hear." Avon said through gritted teeth.
"I try, I really do." Vila complained, "I think I have interesting
things to say but no one listens to me."
"Perhaps that is because you're not saying anything worth listening
to."
Vila turned away in a pout, "that's the thanks I get for just trying
to help."
Avon sneered, "If it's thanks you want, Vila, try offering some useful
or even interesting input."
Taking pity on Vila, Dayna diverted Avon's attention back to her,
"I've talked to several of the other ships from time to time and they say
about the same thing -- they just gave up, and now they lurk. Sometimes ships
just give up and leave the sector altogether."
"There's nothing wrong with being a lurker," Soolin persisted.
Avon glared at her, "Perhaps YOU are content to be a lurker -- *I* am
not."
Soolin sat at her console and sighed inwardly, watching Avon, "Why
don't I just shoot him now?" she wondered. Aloud she said, "Avon! If we
intend to navigate this sector we need to remain on this list."
"By your own admission, Soolin, even the people who know you don't
reply to our messages."
"That may be," said Tarrant, "Nevertheless, we still need to get
through this sector." He nodded at the view screen, "This planet is the seat
of their government."
Avon sighed and walked to the view screen, his back to them all.
"What is the name of this planet?"
"It's called 'Fandom'."
Avon looked at the gleaming, silver planet displayed on the screen,
feeling it's compelling, beckoning attraction...and rejecting it, "I think
it's time we left Fandom," he said.
"Oh, THAT would be your answer to the problem," Tarrant turned away in
disgust, "just run away."
"Tarrant! Try to pay attention! This sector is a source of stress
for some of you," Avon explained with exaggerated patience, "We leave this
sector, we eliminate the stress. Logical! What is your problem?"
Soolin rose and stood between them before things got out of hand, "We
should stay," she said, not looking at either of them -- instead, focusing her
attention on Fandom.
Avon looked at her, his voice unexpectedly quiet, "You seem very
intrigued with Fandom, Soolin."
"Fandom is a very pleasant place to be. I've met some very nice
people there."
"People who don't reply to your messages." Avon said softly, almost
gently.
"Well...yes. As I've already said, I can't explain that, but I think
Fandom offers too many advantages for us to just leave. The people of Fandom
are remarkable, Avon." How could she explain to someone who has not
experienced it what discovering the world of Fandom has meant to her.
Avon looked to Dayna.
She shrugged. "What's there to say? As I see it there's only one
choice for us. SC is a difficult sector to maneuver, and we can't even be sure
everyone out there is friendly. I think we should avoid it if we can."
"Well, we already know some of them aren't friendly to Avon." Vila
piped up; the moment he said it, he regretted it. Soolin was again shooting
daggers at him, Tarrant was advancing on him with clinched fists.
"Tarrant!!!!" Avon bellowed.
Tarrant ceased his advance on Vila and spun to face Avon.
"Perhaps you would like to explain Vila's comment."
"It's nothing that would come as a surprise to you, Avon," Soolin
spoke up quickly. She knew Avon was aware she was deliberately drawing his
attention from Tarrant...but he seemed willing to allow it.
"All right, Soolin, suppose you tell me."
"Not much to tell, really. Just one or two posters who don't have a
very favorable opinion of you."
Avon grinned, "Well, now, is that all. They ARE entitled to their
opinions."
"Probably just reacting to Federation propaganda," Dayna piped in.
"But, not to worry, Avon, you do have your fair share of defenders."
"How nice," he spat, "May we now get back to the business of finding a
route to the Website Array?"
"We have a route," Tarrant demanded.
Ignoring the pilot, Avon brought up the navigation charts, "What's
wrong with Yahoo? It's an open sector; anyone can navigate it."
"It's not as direct as SC...and navigation through there isn't as
precise." Soolin answered.
Fuming, Tarrant set a course for the SC sector.
Avon felt the ship maneuver and realized what Tarrant had done,
"Reverse course, Tarrant."
Tarrant stood and moved to the front of the pilot station, blocking
the way if Avon should try to reach it. "No!"
"We won't be sending a message," Avon said savagely.
"I've already sent it," a quiet voice said shakily.
The flight deck went silent as all turned to stare at Vila.
"While all of you were arguing...I sent the message. I don't want to
leave. There are a lot of good people on the list."
"A lot of good people on the list," Avon mimicked Vila.
Vila fidgeted.
"...who just don't want to talk to us." Avon continued mordantly.
Vila shuffled uncomfortably, "Well, yes...it seems so."
As Soolin watched the exchange between Avon and Vila she was struck by
the change in Avon. Though he was still sarcastic, he seemed to have lost his
venom. He was almost gentle with Vila. Almost as if he understood. Was it
possible Avon was attracted by Fandom's lure, but, being Avon, was able to
force himself to reject it. He had never experienced the joy of being part of
the list. Perhaps if he had...
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dayna's voice, "I seem
to recall, Vila, you telling me that the few replys you have gotten were less
than friendly."
"That isn't fair, Dayna. That was just a couple of senders. You
can't judge the entire list by them," Soolin put in bitingly.
"This arguing is pointless," Avon stated, "You must realize we DON'T
belong here."
When no one spoke, Avon turned to gaze at the planet on the screen,
his back to them, he said, "I suggest we leave."
"Oh, right, YOU suggest we leave! Never mind what the rest of us
want. That's so typical of you, Avon! What gives you the right to make these
decisions and assume we will just meekly follow along?"
Avon whirled on Tarrant, his fist itching to connect with that perfect
jaw and insolent mouth.
Soolin watched as Avon and Tarrant played out the now familiar scene.
Gods! she thought, what am I doing with this group? Gods! gods! gods! will it
ever end!? She wanted to bury her face in her hands, shake her head violently
from side to side and groan...loudly! Instead she sat at her position looking
cool, calm, and unfettered -- watching the events going on around her and,
seemingly, unaffected.
As Avon's fist raised to strike it's mark, the intensity in the young
face made him stop, he almost laughed, Tarrant was so...sullen -- like a
little boy who didn't get his way. Avon couldn't help but think that all that
was missing was for Tarrant to stamp is feet and threaten to hold his breath.
He desperately fought to quell the amused smile he could feel approaching his
lips.
Maybe it's this group that's the problem, Soolin wondered, perhaps I'd
have better luck through the SC sector if I were on my own. Then she noticed
the sudden change in Avon. Tarrant was still prattling on but she could see
that Avon was no longer listening. She grinned, realizing Avon had gone from
angry to amused -- which she discovered long ago was often Avon's way with
Tarrant.
She looked around the flight deck. These are the people she has
thrown her lot in with, and she's stuck with them. Avon and Tarrant facing
each other down; Dayna, poised, ready to break them up if things get out of
hand -- she smiled, naive Dayna doesn't even realize that the danger has
passed. And Vila, huddled on a lounge chair, hugging a bottle of wine,
occasionally mumbling some protest that no one was listening to. Looking at
Vila she felt an unexpected tenderness. She shook herself. Avon was right,
she is getting too sensitive. She glanced at Avon -- much as she hated to
leave, she realized he was right. They didn't belong here. She quietly
slipped to the pilot's station, then, regretfully, complied with Avon's
"suggestion" -- she set a course out of the SC sector. It *is* the only
choice available for us she told herself.
Still, she couldn't suppress an overwhelming sense of loss.
End...
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 22:06:19 -0500
From: Lisa Williams <lcw@dallas.net>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Birthdays
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Julie Horner wrote:
>I'm sorry this is probably just me being thick - but don't you have to be
>in the Antarctic to do that?
What, you haven't heard of continental drift?
- Lisa
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:48:04 +0100
From: "Julie Horner" <jihorner@dial.pipex.com>
To: <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] Birthdays
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From: Iain Coleman <ijc@mail.nerc-bas.ac.uk>
>Nicola's posting from NZ, where the nights are pretty short in December.
>
>(I'm working in England with the British Antarctic Survey, so this sort of
>thing is a source of frequent confusion for me.)
>
I'm sorry this is probably just me being thick - but don't you have to be
in the Antarctic to do that?
Julie Horner
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 08:48:34 +1200
From: Nicola Collie <nicola.collie@stonebow.otago.ac.nz>
To: B7-list <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: RE: [B7L] Birthdays
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me, on "birthday season"
>Hmmm. What is it about November-December, anyway?
>ttfn, Nicola
>
>[Jacqueline Thijsen] Probably those long dark evenings. I know of one
>very small town where every year they get about 8 or 9 new kids at school.
>One year there was a power failure that lasted for several hours and now
>they have 22 new entries. ;-)
Nice theory, and it probably holds for the Northern Hemisphere, but I was
conceived in New Zealand. Perhaps it was those long summer twilights. ;-)
ttfn, Nicola
---
Nicola Collie mailto:nicola.collie@stonebow.otago.ac.nz
"If I'm wrong you can say "I told you so", provided you speak loudly
and quickly."
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Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1998 21:00:42 +0100 (BST)
From: Judith Proctor <Judith@blakes-7.demon.co.uk>
To: Lysator List <Blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] Jenna
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I've just been reading a story on Space City and was particularly struck by the
way Jenna was written. Sharp, intelligent, and pragmatic.
What do people think of the way Jenna was written in the series?
Which were her best and worst episodes?
I liked her greatly in Spacefall when she whispers something in Raiker's ear and
stands back with a half-smile to await his reaction. Any bets as to what she
said?
"I've had better offers from pimps."
"I prefer men."
"I'd rather stay free of veneral disease."
The things I don't see her as saying are things that denied her independence.
eg. "My father's a naval captain. He'd kill you."
'Bounty' is a good Jenna episode in many ways, but I do wish they'd had a little
more time to reherse the fight scenes. She gets to beat men up, but it doesn't
look terribly convincing.
'Pressure Point' gives her her due. I was totally caught by surprise when she
and Cally appear near the end. A nice reversal on the more usual
fictional situation.
Actually, the tactic of leaving the women behind on the ship (and rememeber that
it was logical to leave Jenna as she was the best pilot) did allow them to pull
off the occasional rescue. 'Shadow' has my favourite Cally moment of all time.
When she threatens to fire, you're left in no doubt that she means it.
Judith
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 07:59:33 +0100
From: Steve Rogerson <steve.rogerson@MCR1.poptel.org.uk>
To: Lysator <Blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: [B7L] Space City problem
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I've tried to send a message three times to Space City over the past 24
hours and each time it has bounced. Is it just me or are other Space
Citizens having similar problems?
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cheers
Steve Rogerson
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Star Wars
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Date: 28 Jul 1998 09:51:20 +0200
From: Calle Dybedahl <qdtcall@esavionics.se>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] Just testing
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So did this break anything?
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 10:15:38 +0100 (BST)
From: Iain Coleman <ijc@mail.nerc-bas.ac.uk>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Birthdays
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On Mon, 27 Jul 1998, Julie Horner wrote:
> From: Iain Coleman <ijc@mail.nerc-bas.ac.uk>
> >(I'm working in England with the British Antarctic Survey, so this sort of
> >thing is a source of frequent confusion for me.)
> >
>
>
> I'm sorry this is probably just me being thick - but don't you have to be
> in the Antarctic to do that?
I do primarily theory/modelling work, so I'm based at BAS HQ in Cambridge.
We do have lots of personnel in Antarctica. Quite a lot of these guys go
south for two years at a time: hence the "BAS Stare".
Iain
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 02:35:05 PDT
From: "Rob Clother" <whitehorse_dream@hotmail.com>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] Decisiveness
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>Some good quotes there. But here's another for you:
>
>"Stick to action, Blake, it's what you're good at"
>
>Hamlet is famously paralysed into inaction, even when he has more >than
justification enough for revenge. Blake is decisive and
action->oriented. I think this is the fundamental difference between the
>characters.
Good point. It's hard to find any instances of Blake being indecisive,
which is one of the reasons he's such an excellent leader. On the other
hand, I tend to have a bit of a maverick view of Hamlet. I don't think
he's as confused and indecisive as he's made out to be. Once he's
decided on his course of action, he is ruthless in its undertaking.
Look at what happened to Polonius when he was in the wrong place at the
wrong time -- and look at what happened to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
An interesting point in Hamlet was when Claudius was confessing, and
Hamlet had a chance to kill him there and then. He passes up the
opportunity, in a manner mirrored by Blake, when he refuses to kill
Travis in "Gambit". The standard interpretation of Hamlet's inaction is
to attribute it to indecisiveness, but it could also be viewed the
opposite way. He had a specific reason for not killing Claudius: he
wasn't feeling particularly merciful. For me, it was a decisive move
that a weaker man wouldn't even have thought about taking.
Having said all that, I still agree that, if there is one fundamental
difference between Blake and Hamlet, it does boil down to action and
inaction.
Cheers,
Rob
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 07:00:27 EDT
From: Bizarro7@aol.com
To: j_macqueen@hotmail.com, blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: Re: [B7L] Leos
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*Waving Leo paw from over here in the most attention-getting seat in the
lounge*
Leah
(July 26, 1954)
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 13:03:38 +-200
From: Jacqueline Thijsen <jacqueline.thijsen@cmg.nl>
To: B7-list <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: RE: [B7L] Birthdays
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-----Original Message-----
From: Nicola Collie [SMTP:nicola.collie@stonebow.otago.ac.nz]
Sent: Monday, July 27, 1998 10:49 PM
To: B7-list
Subject: RE: [B7L] Birthdays
me, on "birthday season"
>Hmmm. What is it about November-December, anyway?
>ttfn, Nicola
>
>[Jacqueline Thijsen] Probably those long dark evenings. I know of one
>very small town where every year they get about 8 or 9 new kids at school.
>One year there was a power failure that lasted for several hours and now
>they have 22 new entries. ;-)
Nice theory, and it probably holds for the Northern Hemisphere, but I was
conceived in New Zealand. Perhaps it was those long summer twilights. ;-)
ttfn, Nicola
[Jacqueline Thijsen] Hmm, power failures wouldn't help, then. You'd need the electricity for ventilators to cool down all that extra heat you're generating during those summer twilights. And if we keep this up, we're going to have to move this discussion to space city. I haven't been there yet, but it might make for an interesting introduction.
Bye,
Jacqueline
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 10:39:39 +0100
From: "fifitrix" <fifitrix@dial.pipex.com>
To: <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] Leos
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>
>>I am lion woman, hear me roar!
>>miaouw!!
>>
>>fifitrix
>
>Well, there goes my pet theory that those born early in Leo are less
>flamboyant than the later ones.
>
>Regards
>Joanne
Actually my birthday is on the 22nd of August - so I guess I am a later
Leo!! It also means that I am on the cusp of virgo, but a long time ago I
decided that I am a LEO. Does this mean I am flamboyant ?
Cool.
fifitrix
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 21:41:21 +1000
From: Kathryn Andersen <kat@welkin.apana.org.au>
To: "Blake's 7 list" <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>
Subject: Re: [B7L] PIS
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On Mon, Jul 27, 1998 at 09:45:42PM +0100, Julie Horner wrote:
> From: Joanne MacQueen
>
>
> >However, my brother has plans for then to cull the number of episodes of
> >"Pie in the Sky" we taped when the ABC repeated the series recently. I
> >think you can guess which two episodes <smile> are staying.
>
> Two?
>
> I thought PD was only in one? I haven't seem that either - one of the UK
> cable channels is repeating them but I think they are already on a later
> series. In fact the only time I tuned in lately was to experience the
> now well known 'same episode again' phenomenon.
PD is in one, Steven Pacey is in another. Alas I was unable to record
the Steven Pacey one. I was just lucky enough to turn it on after the
episode had started, and spotted him. I then got a phone call from a
friend, dragging me away from the TV - the irony was that the friend
had called me up to tell me about Steven Pacey being in the episode!
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 12:57:35 EDT
From: DCsquared@aol.com
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se
Subject: [B7L] "Navigating the SC Sector"
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Well, I would like to REPLY!!
If you can't find satisfaction on the list, you surely ought to come over to
the
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http://members.aol.com/DCsquared/mainframe.html
You are obviously a budding B7 writer with an urge to be heard!
That's what we need! We're just starting a round robin today. (Would have
been yesterday, but my mailer malfunctioned <mutter, curse>) If you get there
fast I promise you an opportunity to contribute. Read, write, hear and be
heard! - That's our motto!!
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 10:45:57 PDT
From: "Rob Clother" <whitehorse_dream@hotmail.com>
To: blakes7@lysator.liu.se, StefiAB@aol.com
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>"Tarrant! Try to pay attention! This sector is a source of stress
>for some of you," Avon explained with exaggerated patience, "We leave
this
>sector, we eliminate the stress. Logical! What is your problem?"
"The problem is, this ship is not going anywhere."
All eyes turned to Blake. "You have your choice," he continued. "You
can leave now. But this ship is staying right where it is, and there is
nothing you can do to stop that happening."
Avon could barely conceal his irritation. Blake actually believed he
could jusify taking complete control of the ship by uttering such tired
platitudes. And as always, the others were ready to follow him blindly,
whatever the cost. Still, with Blake it was useless to appeal to
rational judgement. One had to communicate with him in his own naive,
simple-minded terms. "What is it this time, Blake?" Avon heard himself
say. "What are you going to coax your expendable minions into doing for
you now?" Mercifully, politeness was not a requisite for curbing the
worst of Blake's excesses.
"Talk. That's all, Avon." Blake's tone of voice made it clear that he
was in no mood for compromise. "We're going to stay right here in the
Lysator sector [Never been a member of Space City, so I wouldn't know
about that -- Rob] and talk. I won't let anyone forget us.
"If we don't make a stand against bland, boring and silly SF, it'll take
over the airwaves and we'll be finished. Already, we're hanging on by
our fingernails to Sunday mornings on UK Gold [or some PBS run in a town
with a name like Bathwater, Illinois -- Rob]. It's all special effects
and soap opera now. Where's the drama? Where's the conflict? Where's
the tragedy? If we go, it will all end here."
Soolin had heard enough. She knew all of this, and didn't need to be
reminded. If Blake was planning something, it was time for him to stop
playing games and bring it out into the open. "Aren't you forgetting
something, Blake?" she prompted.
For the second time, the flight deck froze. Cut off in mid flow, Blake
stared at Soolin. His gaze was drawn into the sinews of her neck, and
then to her right hand. As the two stood facing each other, Avon sensed
that Blake's power was hanging in the balance, yet he felt powerless to
intervene. Blake could not impose his will on Soolin; he had gambled
with an unknown quantity.
As if by telepathy, Blake seemed to realise this, and in an instant he
had altered his stance. "What?" The question was blunt but
conciliatory. The dynamics had shifted: it was now Blake's turn to
listen.
"They're ignoring us down there, Blake," Soolin explained. "Do you
really think I want to leave any more than you do? We don't have any
other choice."
"Yes we do." Blake's voice was slow and patient, but insistent.
"And what do you propose we do, Blake?" Under the circumstances, Avon's
icy tone snapped a chord in Blake, and he lost his composure.
"We'll tell the truth!!!" he bellowed. "We'll tell them that Tarrant's
a big drink of water, that Cally was never interested in Avon and that I
looked like a twit in my second season costumes!"
Stung by the accusation, Tarrant stood up and vented his fury. "What
the Hell are you talking about, Blake?"
Blake turned his attention to Tarrant in exasperation. "You don't
understand, Tarrant. If we tell them you're a big drink of water,
they'll defend you. And without your attackers, your defenders won't be
able to draw attention to your good points. But none of this can happen
if we're not there. Can't you see that?"
Realising the significance of what Blake was saying, Dayna gasped. "You
mean you want to start a flame war?"
"No, that's not what I mean!" Blake's agitation was showing. "I mean
we express our honest opinions without making personal accusations or
unfair presumptions. I mean we stimulate conversations, that's all."
"By calling me a big drink of water?" Tarrants fists were still
clenched (though not very tightly, as he was, let's face it, a big drink
of water).
"Alright, so I find it difficult to express myself without being blunt,"
replied Blake. "It's a failing I admit!" He calmed himself and
addressed the whole group. "We can, and will, stay in Lysator, and we
will attract attention without being hurtful or offensive."
Avon made scant effort to hide his contempt. "And you really expect us
to believe that?"
"Yes," replied Gan simply. "I expect you to believe it."
-- Rob
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Date: Tue, 28 Jul 1998 19:25:21 +0100
From: "Jenni -Alison" <Jenni-Alison@dial.pipex.com>
To: <blakes7@lysator.liu.se>, <StefiAB@aol.com>
Subject: Re: [B7L] Navigating the SC Sector
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I'd just like to say that I loved Stefi's tale, especially Soolin
considering shooting Avon. It was very funny, but actually moving - you
find yourself wanting to yell "Don't go! Don't leave us!" at the end. I do
empathise with the feeling as a newbie of posting and not getting a reply -
it's exactly what happened to me, I finally got up the courage to post and
nothing happened, so I ran off and lurked. But a couple of months later I
put my toe back in the water with an innocuous comment, got into a
conversation and ended up on SC and the spin list too. Suddenly I was
surrounded by friends and it wasn't scary at all anymore. Now when I get no
response I don't worry - I know it isn't personal. I hope Stefi will
resub/stay subbed - it is worth the effort, really, and she's obviously got
a great deal of talent and wit to share with us.
Rob, your follow up is brilliant. It's so funny, I even forgive you for
calling Tarrant "a big drink of water". Water is after all an honest,
straightforward drink which you can always count on to do its job well.
Clear, refreshing, and on a hot day who can resist a nice cold glass of
water, beads of condensation running down its smooth sides, sunlight
gleaming on it's smooth flawless surface, reach out to grasp it, run it
across overheated skin, lick the cool sides......
(I'm now going to lie down for a while, then I'm going straight home to
look at my Tarrant/Stephen Pacey photos)
Jenni
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