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Journey to the Far Side of the Sun could subsequently be posited to happen in a post-"Breakaway" time. A time whereby the governments of Earth all point fingers for the disaster on thirteen September, 1999, with the World Space Commission soon turning into everybody's scapegoat, it having been overseer of the nuclear waste disposal programme. The World Space Commission loses public favour and authorities funding, and is disbanded. With public curiosity in house exploration still excessive, old national or regional area agencies start to reassert themselves. Eurosec reaches dominance outside of the United States, and it is exceedingly security-aware, as is N.A.S.A., with a Soviet area agency being of a concern. The U.S.S.R. could not be an expansionist, West-threatening nation, but there are factions in that nation which are decided to change this in the event that they attain power. Eurosec chooses to eschew the outdated W.S.C. methods of expertise in favour of latest such methods of its own. The Eagle is "mothballed" at all space companies, as it is most symbolic of the discredited W.S.C.. Work commences on changing Moonbase Alpha with Space Station Delta, however till Space Station Delta building is in a sophisticated stage, it cannot be a "jump-off level" for any exploratory area flights. Therefore, launches of such space flights from Earth, must be accomplished. So, this is the world as it's in Journey to the Far Side of the Sun in, say, the early 2010s. Sometime thereafter, area companies converge once more, perhaps after photon propulsion is discovered, and there are preliminary plans to build the Altares, with everyone determined to work collectively on the superior new mission. Space Station Delta reaches completion of construction, and it replaces Moonbase Alpha because the "stepping stone" for growth of humanity into the cosmos. Shortly after completion of Space Station Delta, the astral projection of the Moon begins to be forged. Some concepts to think about. I'm not planning as but to incorporate any of this into my Space: 1999 Chronology, but possibly if I really feel so-inclined, I will accomplish that. Someday. It is the morning of eleven November, 2022. Forty-5 years ago to at the present time, my father and that i embarked our automotive for a northbound trek, from Nashwaaksis, Fredericton to the village of Douglastown in New Brunswick's Miramichi area. From the brand new home that we had made for ourselves, for higher or for worse, in a growing suburb of Fredericton, to the small community during which our former dwelling had been situated. From a spot in which I had as yet no friends, nor any potential pals, to the surroundings wherein I had had greater than a dozen mates and where my closest friend, Michael, had invited me for a weekend stay. Michael was the one buddy I have ever had, to extend an invite to me for being a accommodated guest for numerous days (those people in Calgary and Regina within the mid-1990s are excluded from this as they weren't my actual mates). Four pictures of an episode of the tv series, Logan's Run, that was titled as "Crypt", and which aired on CHSJ-Tv in New Brunswick on the night of Friday, November 11, 1977, when I used to be staying with my good friend Michael, in Douglastown alongside the Miramichi River, and snacking, with Michael, on some Jiffy Pop popcorn. All the particulars of that weekend are chronicled in my Era three memoirs. But I'll invoke most of them again here. November 11-13, 1977 being a weekend wherein I was with a finest friend after almost three months of being with out the company of any buddy, and in addition the weekend on which I first saw the "Dragon's Domain" episode of Space: 1999, with Michael and his family watching it with me, it naturally has a really, very indelible imprint on my reminiscence. I can nonetheless visualise all the pieces in that weekend as clearly as if it all occurred yesterday. Eyeing the central New Brunswick surroundings from the home windows of our car because it sped northward on a course of roughly 100 miles underneath grey skies. The bushes in their late-autumn appearance. The deciduous ones leafless, the evergreens of their most pale color. Listening with amusement to a radio station's transmission of the Napoleon XIV track, "They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa!" (the things that radio stations performed again then!). Eating at the Newcastle Dairy Queen with my father. Having a sizzling canine there. Reuniting with Michael in entrance of his place as a light rain was starting to fall. My father bidding adieu to me earlier than he left us to return to Fredericton. Michael and that i playing Space: 1999 in his home, most memorably his dad and mom' room, within the afternoon hours of that Friday. The 2 of us sharing Jiffy Pop popcorn as we watched an episode of Logan's Run referred to as "Crypt" that evening. Watching Arising Rosie and Spiderman in between servings of Saturday morning breakfast. Later that morning watching The Life and Times of Grizzly Adams. Listening to my Power Records version of "Dragon's Domain" that I had brought with me, on Michael's dwelling room stereo. Michael and i going with Michael's mother on a sunny afternoon buying expedition in Chatham. Kraft Dinner for supper because the 6 P.M. airtime for Space: 1999 beckoned. An overlong college soccer sport wanting prefer it was going to cut into the alotted hour for my favourite area television programme and me getting ready myself to cope with the frustration of that. And yes, it did occur. Space: 1999 can be joined already in progress at close to 6:05 (curiously, this was the one time in Space: 1999's full CBC tv network run that it was joined in progress- in my a part of the nation, at the least). I remember exactly when in the episode that was. When Helena stated, "Anything traumatic?" to Tony Cellini. I remember each sight of the episode that did influence my eyeballs. I remember the awe that I felt at sight of the Ultra Probeship, its interior and exterior, and at sound of the music that I might eventually know was "library track" composition, Albinoni's Adagio in G-Minor. It was a magnificent sequence of scenes as the Ultra Probeship moved gracefully by way of house and reached its objective, the planet Ultra, after which "veered off" to investigate one thing else. I remember being too scared to look at the monster scenes. I remember the place in the episode I wanted to flip the sides of my "compact cassette" in my audiotape machine. During an trade of dialogue in Commissioner Dixon's office. I remember the commercial for CBC protection of the subsequent day's Toronto Santa Claus Parade, and that being earlier than the episode started its second act, with the Ultra Probeship encountering the "spaceship graveyard". I remember each minimize scene within the episode because it was proven that evening. I remember watching The Muppet Show and the "Pigs in Space" phase therein, that aired on CHSJ-Tv from 7 to 7:30 that evening. Watching it as I learn sections of the novelisation of "Dragon's Domain" that I had brought with me, and the synopsis of the episode in the Making of Space: 1999, which I had also had in my possession for my stay with Michael. I remember the audiotape-recorded interview that Michael did with me with regard to "Dragon's Domain" to fill my audiocassette (God, I wish I still had that!), that being executed after The Muppet Show as Lou Grant was airing. I remember Michael sitting with me on the mattress provided to me for my stay and making an attempt to assure me that I wouldn't have nightmares in regards to the monster. It was futile, for I did certainly have nightmares, and not simply on that one evening. And that i remember the bus experience again residence on a rainy Sunday afternoon. Michael and his mother saying farewell to me as I boarded the bus. Sitting in the midst of the very again seat of the bus. The man to my left periodically wiping condensation from the bus window. Reading my books to cross the time on the extra-than-two-hour return to Fredericton on that bus, it stopping at the same old locations. Blackville. Doaktown. Boiestown. My mother and father amassing me on the Fredericton Queen Street bus depot as night was beginning to fall. The images of all of those are as vivid in my reminiscence as they ever had been. I still have the books and the vinyl report that I had then. And I've the entirety of Space: 1999 on Blu-Ray, together with "Dragon's Domain" (with no lower than three audio commentaries and a "Making-of" featurette). But individuals who have been a part of that weekend are both dead (my parents) or far, far out of reach in the Earthly side of spiritual existence. Michael and i have not seen each other in forty-two years. I haven't seen Michael's mother and sister since that weekend (I was in Douglastown again with Michael in May of 1978, but I don't remember seeing any of his family on that occasion). There are occasions after i find myself wondering if it all really happened, or was a dream. Sometimes, it appears like my life these previous ten, twelve years since my mother and father' passing, was all the time my actuality. That I have at all times been alone in my home, devoid of the physical presence within and without the home's partitions, of household and associates. I don't count on anybody to understand such a feeling, as my expertise would appear to be distinctive. It does daunt me to suppose that it has been forty-5 years since that memorable weekend. It is a feeling, at least, to which many a person of my technology, and older generations, can relate. All for today. Wednesday, November 16, 2022. Fredericton is receiving its first late-2022 snowfall in the present day. And there are not any heat temperatures in the forecast for melting of the snow. Almost all of Canada is now north of the jet stream, with the country beset with waves of Arctic air. With the price of dwelling heating skyrocketing, it is the worst possible time for Canada to have an extended, colder winter than normal. I am at the moment working on an assemblage of Rocket Robin Hood episode title playing cards, to put in my Era four memoirs. They're requiring some digital tweaking to remove digital compression artifacts. The third season episode title playing cards all have slanted text of variable measurement, and that i lack software program for correcting that. I do not remember ever seeing a third season Rocket Robin Hood episode with perfectly set text in its title card. Ralph Bakshi and group could have been working so quick on Rocket Robin Hood that precision work on titles was not "on the cards", the pun be pardoned. All movie prints of the episodes could show the identical flawed titling. Second quantity in the DVD launch of Rocket Robin Hood. It has been twelve and thirteen years for the reason that DVD release of Rocket Robin Hood. Even for DVD of 2009 and 2010, the look of Rocket Robin Hood in its imprinting on DVD platters was quite deficient, and was criticised by many a DVD collector at the time. If certainly the very best masters of the tv sequence have been sourced for that release, it would appear that Rocket Robin Hood has not obtained the most effective archival care since its heydays on Canadian tv. I watched "Who'll Kill Rocket Robin?" final night, and on my sixty-three inch High Definition television, and it looked exceedingly tatty. Colours having a bleached look. An abysmal paucity of detail on every little thing apart from character shut-ups. A pasty mess of artifacts on the blacks which might be removed from being inky. And parts of the decrease frame at top of display screen, and of upper body on at display backside. I had over-scan on my televisions of the 1970s and 1980s, to be sure, and it might have hidden the flaws to the film framing, on broadcasts of Rocket Robin on ATV, CHSJ, and MITV. But something might have been executed to compensate for this difficulty. Blackening the underside and top inches of the body, maybe, to cover over the flaws. Oh, I know any new product involving Rocket Robin Hood is a forlorn hope. The world was lucky to have had a DVD release of it, no matter the picture quality. But on a tv display of current standard, it's mild-years away from premium image. Spiderman, then again, seems to be magnificent upscaled to High Definition on my dwelling theatre display screen. The 2004 Spiderman DVD box set continues to be a winner. The Golden Age Cartoons Facebook group has been inactive since mid-August. It's a report period of time for that particular Facebook group to be devoid of activity. I am not going to hazard a guess as to why that is the case. I'm just noting the lack of any postings these previous three months. More addendum to my autobiographical Web pages with reference to Tony. Some weeks ago, I used to be musing about considering him to be an associate fairly than a pal. My pondering since then has gone additional along that individual practice. I am extra sanguine than ever about utilising the associate designation the place Tony is concerned. But still, I balk at doing a complete revision of my life's story to make alterations to include my new perspective. With the benefit of 20/20 hindsight of several a long time now, I perceive that Tony's interest in me was not friendship, but shut affiliation, association in the appreciation of works of imaginative entertainment. I used to be maybe the one individual he knew who appreciated every thing that he did, and who expressed that liking in ways in which were of appeal and inspiration for him. And we collaborated in the making of audiotape-recorded renditions of our own of Star Wars and other films, basement clubs devoted to leisure favourites, showings on audiotape and RCA VideoDisc and videotape of our favourite works, and we in contrast collections of toys, books, magazines, bubble gum cards, and RCA VideoDiscs, and conversed on these items at my place and his and whereas en route to and from college (in school years 1981-2 and 1983-4, and in afternoons in 1979 when he met me on my strategy to dwelling from faculty), and we combined videocassette recorders for the copying of videotapes and partook in neighbourhood baseball games. And we did go to several films collectively. We did all of this. As shut associates. Essential parameters of friendship, "having my again" when I was beneath verbal assault, i.e. telling my attackers to "back off", being someone with whom I may confide about hurt feelings, being morally supportive at times when i felt beleaguered, inviting me to birthday celebrations when everyone else in his and his brother's social life was invited, talking of me as pal, buddy, pal, and generally being demonstrably affectionate, that's in a tactile means, were all absent. Yes, he resisted the allure of Andre, my sworn enemy, when David B., Eric, and Mike J. flocked to that particular person of clear antipathy for me. But Andre was not Tony's form of person. Andre did not care for science fiction/fantasy. He preferred sports activities that have been principally not Tony's cup of tea. So, Tony's continued association with me when the others have been leaving me aside, was logical, throughout the context of an associate. Tony was annoyed with Joey calling at my door in late summer time of 1979, however his annoyance was with me putting on pause one thing on which Tony and i have been working, to go exterior with Joey for awhile. It was not a pal's jealousy. The idea of that was anathema to Tony. I didn't assume any of this back within the day. I thought-about Tony a buddy. Even after he moved to Moncton and returned to our Nashwaaksis neighbourhood a year later and my expectations from him had been restricted, I still utilized the word, good friend, to him, in my thoughts. To be sure, Tony was the one particular person with whom I had occasion for videocassette-recorder-combination. And through him, I had connection to his brother, Steven, and to all of Steven's pals, and thereby had successful runs of video reveals and such, and participation in baseball video games with four, 5, six individuals on every group. My affiliation with Tony had practical value. In addition to his having interests kindred with mine. But, yes, Tony did "let me down" that awful evening in April of 1979. He did so many times when he was dismissive of me in presence of others. And when he had no time for me on his cousin's August of 1979 visit. And when he had me be one of the final folks to signal his ankle cast. And when I was stored away from the birthday parties (do I mention that in my memoirs?). And when he didn't inform my detractors on the baseball field, one of them his personal brother, to desist from the verbal slings and arrows. On the idea of all of this, plus the lack of any reference to me with the phrase, good friend, or words of the identical meaning, I need to decline the designation of good friend for Tony. Again, I'm not about to undertake a revision of several of my autobiography's eras, to incorporate this therein. Not right now. But possibly tomorrow. Yes, maybe tomorrow. I do not remember writing of the non-invitations to Tony and Steven's birthday social gathering, in my life's story. I believe that I did make point out of some baseball video games turning ugly. But I feel that I most well-liked to skirt that exact matter because my intention again in 2005 within the writing of my Era four memoirs, was to solid Era 4 in a mostly positive light, in a largely rosy psychological image. But now, today, I am more inclined to dealing with and writing about all truths of the eras of my life, including those of which my recall is one of fondness. Nearly all of the baseball video games that I performed in Era 4 had been enjoyable. Less so when i lost, of course, but when I was respectfully handled in dropping a game, I might accept the loss with dignity and concede to having had a very good time. And in Era 4's first half, most especially in 1983, I gained a lot of the games that I played. But when I used to be dropping, and was shedding within the midst of a slump, my armour had gaps that might be penetrated to hurtful objective. Such was the case in the latter years of Era 4. Steven, typically with the collaboration of Craig and his party, and oftentimes with the participation of one or two of Steven's brigade, would lead the cost to subject me to derogatory taunting, "gaslighting", "rubbing my nostril in" my imminent loss as if it were an indictment in opposition to my worth or lack thereof as a participant of baseball and an individual of any respectability in the neighbourhood. I used to be goaded into departing the sport, with disparaging remarks flung at my back. Tony was at all times, all the time present throughout these incidents. And by no means did he intercede in my favour. He did not come after me after I left the sport, to offer consolation. There are not any standards on this for Tony to qualify as a friend. Eventually, Steven and company banned me from participating of their games. Did Tony partake in these? I believe so. It is tough for me to invoke these recollections. They underscore how devoid of actual pals that I used to be in even my best Fredericton years, those of Era 4. Nobody who was current during these baseball video games gone awry and stated nothing in my support, must be regarded as a good friend. Craig, nonetheless, did have a few moments the place he did "stand up" for me, placing him in short-term, on-once more/off-again friend territory. He was most positively off-again at these antagonistic occasions on the baseball diamond. And Steven may very well be reasonably sort to me sometimes. Why was Steven so nasty to me throughout those baseball games? It most likely had to do with Steven's disliking of Joey and of Joey and that i being buddies. Probably. Very in all probability. It was Steven's opinion, I feel sure, that Tony was my pal and my greatest buddy and that Joey's presence in my life as a pal was an intrusion on my reference to Tony. And Steven would not settle for Joey being my assistant-partner in a video present. Some days after Joey was such for my showing of Superman in August of 1982, Steven cornered me and expressed his disagreement and disapproval with my choosing close friendship with Joey. Little question that Superman video show was what sparked Steven to make recognized to me how unpopular with him my close friendship with Joey was. My not ceding to Steven's stance on the matter of me and Joey, no doubt irked him. Striking at me by the baseball recreation unpleasantness adopted from that, I do consider. Particularly at instances I used to be vulnerable (i.e. when I used to be dropping). And yet, Steven had moments of respect and kindness towards me. Even within the weeks, months, years after my close friendship with Joey had become evident. This will likely have had some reference to the times of friction for Joey and i, Steven approving of Joey and that i being separate from one another. Yes, if my reminiscence serves me accurately, Steven's niceness towards me did tend to coincide with the instances when Joey and i were not on best of terms. My revised perspective on Eras three and 4 is that Tony was a valued associate, however far short of the definition of friend. Steven, likewise. Craig by and large an associate solely, and virtually totally for purposes of enjoying baseball, with some uncommon cases of friendship. Joey. He was a pal. A good friend who continuously had umbrage with me and my ways, and due to this fact not guaranteed to be always of favourable bearing towards me. But a pal, all the same. My finest friend, actually, after summer time of 1982. And I'd say that Tony being simply an affiliate in Era 3, the place of my greatest pal was open in these years to anyone who was considering being greatest pals with me. Joey did not substitute Tony, as the best good friend place in had been vacant, vacant in Fredericton since 1977, and vacant comprising both Douglastown and Fredericton, since Michael and i had had our "falling out" in 1980. I'd say that Joey truly changed Michael. Joey was not current on any of the events when I was taunted and prodded into quitting a taking part in of baseball. I think that if he was, he would have been on my aspect and at my defence. Perhaps Steven and the others knew this and didn't bother me if Joey was current. They didn't want to see Joey coming to my defence, and didn't need for me to see that, for if I did, the friendship between Joey and i can be nearer than it was. I used to be capable of have a sizable variety of high quality times in Era 4 under the situations that existed. I assume that that is what issues, ultimately. If I divorce them from reminiscence of the unpleasant experiences on the baseball diamond and in some other locations, I can, in my thoughts, put myself back to those quality occasions and nonetheless have a feeling of satisfaction. Like a sure September of 1983 baseball recreation through which I was workforce captain, pitcher of decision, and victorious. In which people needed to be on workforce Kevin. By which Joey, my teammate and finest buddy, "had my back" after somebody on our staff leapt onto it when our opponents had been beginning to shut the run hole between theirs and ours. If Steven or maybe even Tony himself, do not like my changing of the designation of Tony from finest buddy of Era three to associate then and in Era 4, I can't recant that. All that I will say is that their presence in my life as associates had value and was appreciated for the quality instances that their presence did foster. And i may also observe that they did not disparage Space: 1999 or my affection for it. I recognize that vastly. Though they didn't ever defend it or me for liking it, when it or I have been being verbally attacked. To be sure, the years of my life's third period would have been socially a lot emptier for lack of the presence of Tony. I would have been completely alone in my following of Cosmos 1999 in 1979 and at a lot of the motion pictures that I went to see from 1978 to 1982, together with The Empire Strikes Back. And that i expediently left aside a few of Tony's problematical deeds, including these of 12 April, 1979, because I knew this. The underside line is that I could be appreciative of Tony and others as associates and never associates. But of course, I ought to need to have buddies, too. Associates alone are insufficient for a completely fulfilling social existence. Which is maybe why I am cold, in the primary, toward Era 3. All for today. Sunday, November 27, 2022. Tim Beddows (1963-2022). Sad information to report. Tim Beddows of Network Distributing, the man accountable for that U.K. company's restorations and releases onto dwelling video media of vintage television programmes, has died at the disturbingly early age of 59. Just three years senior to me, he was. Mr. Beddows' name may be seen on the opening to the "These Episodes" documentary on the Space: 1999 DVD and Blu-Ray units of Network Distributing and also of North America's Shout! Factory, as Executive Producer of that documentary. Mr. Beddows was the man who green-lit each release of Space: 1999 by Network, including the DVD Special Edition for Season 1 in 2005, the Blu-Ray launch of Season 1 in 2010, the Blu-Ray and DVD launch of Season 2 in 2015, the whole television collection Blu-Ray sets of Space: 1999 under the Network label, and the Super Space Theatre undertaking of final 12 months. I don't consider it to be hyperbolic to say that without Tim Beddows, Space: 1999's solely kick of the can within the digital video disc formats of dwelling video media would have been the very deficient releases on DVD by A & E and Carlton of the very early 2000s. Space: 1999 wouldn't have appeared as magnificent as it does on my sixty-three-inch television were it not for Tim Beddows. I tip my hat eternally to him and can be ceaselessly grateful for all that he has accomplished for my favourite television programme. I'd say that Space: 1999 is the crown jewel in all that he achieved in his tenure at Network Distributing. But then, I'd, would I not? I am actually not unbiased. However the restoration of Season 2 and the Blu-Ray release of similar was voted the Network effort of the year in 2015. May Mr. Tim Beddows so rest in peace. I have to say also that I applaud Mr. Beddows' choice to not commission any of Kindred's Space: 1999 Documentary for the Season 2 release. I made the unwise determination to sit down through it once more last evening. The cranky whinging about Fred Freiberger and the decisions made for second season simply goes on and and on and on and on. One particular person after another. No counter-opinion. Was any effort even made to seek out one? I might say the identical factor for the AlphaCon documentary of 1991. Erwin Stank was there to supply some commentary for Season 2 being humorous, and to say that he preferred it "lots" for the "bug-eyed monsters", before remarking that he "grew into" first season some years later, the implication being that Season 2 was nothing but un-serious "kiddie stuff". And out of doors of him, there was the same old nostril-in-the-air derision and the drained, previous (outdated even for then) complaints. But within the previous Space: 1999 Alliance, and fewer so within the monumentally skewed Alpha League, there have been some people who had time sufficient for second season to offer some artwork or fan fiction. And there were within the mid-nineteen nineties, when the documentary was produced, nonetheless some fans who were complimenting of at the very least some of Season 2. "Journey to Where". "The AB Chrysalis". "Seed of Destruction". "The Bringers of Wonder". There was a fan membership for Catherine Schell as Maya. To make sure, John Hug was fairly praising of the production in an interview that he did for Starlog. Kevin Connor has solely good things to say for the episodes that he directed. Terrance Dicks was reportedly pleased with how the one episode that he wrote, "The Lambda Factor", was produced. And I do know that a latter-day interview with Fred Freiberger was not sought, for him to answer the scathing criticisms, one after the opposite, within the Space: 1999 Documentary. He was not conscious of the documentary's existence until I mentioned it to him. Johnny Byrne significantly comes across within the documentary as an exceedingly bitter previous man with scarcely any skilled courtesy. Someone told me that Mr. Byrne was critical of how his contributions to the documentary had been dealt with within the enhancing. I do not know. I do not know if different editing decisions would have diluted his clear invective for Fred Freiberger and the twenty-four episodes of Season 2. Bottom line is that there were people apart from me (I do not depend; I'm rubbish) who might have been sought for various viewpoints on Season 2, within the curiosity of fairness. Now, in fact, every fan hates everything from the opening of "The Metamorph" to the close of "The Dorcons". The bandwagon in opposition to second season became an everyone-aboard steamroller after I left Alpha League in 1995 to many a jeer at my back, the Internet Mailing List turned the primary discussion board for hate for Season 2, and the documentary was held excessive within the air because the definitive "take" on the whole lot to do with Space: 1999 and its manufacturing. That was earlier than the Facebook years, which need to be acknowledged as the nadir of fan discourse. I am comfortable that the majority of that discourse is closed to most of the people, now that nearly all of the Space: 1999 Facebook teams are non-public. As I say, I do applaud Mr. Beddows for avoiding use of the documentary's second half (that which lambastes Season 2 and denies the existence of any appreciative following of it) for the Season 2 Blu-Ray set. After all, value-added content material on later releases, those of Shout! and, yes, Imprint, do "choose up the slack" for repudiating of Season 2 and telling of individuals how terrible that it's and how foolish people have to be, to want to observe it. But anyway. I have been doing some work on my Website. New to my autobiography are images of the cartoons, "Wet Hare", "Big House Bunny", and "Mad as a Mars Hare" (in Era 2), photographs of Rocket Robin Hood title cards and some extra Doctor Who reminiscences of 1986 ( in Era 4), and a brand new image of Doctor Who- "The War Games" ( in Era 6). There's a High Definition video of "Wet Hare" on Dailymotion in fully restored form ("Wet Hare" was one of many Bugs cartoons left off of the Blu-Ray set of 2020), from which I used to be in a position to do a screen capture. After some tweaking to take away digital compression artifacts, I added that screen seize to an present assembly of images of Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour episode 9. I want that I had a technique of preserving these High Definition videos of unreleased-on-Blu-Ray cartoons and burning some Blu-Rays of my own, but I lack the software program and a Blu-Ray burner. Is someone out there on the earth doing this? I sure do hope so. Physical media does not seem to have a lot time left. Companies like Warner Brothers would love for no one to own bodily copies of something and to have to pay for ephemeral enjoyment of them on an Internet "streaming" service. Only the extra steadfast collectors reminiscent of myself need to own their entertainment favourites as private property, anymore. A day or two ago, I noticed some govt saying that folks only pay for the enjoyment of the material being watched and not the physical product itself, after they do buy a DVD or a Blu-Ray. And that subsequently it can be allowable for an individual to own nothing, get pleasure from something provided on demand for a single viewing, and be pleased with that. No, I most emphatically say. Once i purchase a Blu-Ray, I'm buying it to own the entertainment as a physical property on my shelf in my home. A sizable quantity of my satisfaction in watching that leisure, comes from the information that I personal it. That it is mine. Not unusual, this. It is the mindset of the collector. And I'm damned properly not going to be propagandised or indoctrinated out of it. I pray that there are sufficient collectors like me to "push again" in opposition to any effort to divest us of our prized possessions. Own nothing and be glad, eh? Bull's excrement! I won't ever, ever, ever be blissful owning nothing. While I am as regards to owning entertainment on bodily media, there is a few Blu-Ray launch news to report. Front cowl to the Imprint Blu-Ray company in Australia's February of 2023 launch to Blu-Ray optical disc of the third Bad News Bears film, The Bad News Bears Go to Japan. Imprint has announced its February, 2023 Blu-Ray releases, and amongst them is The Bad News Bears Bears Go to Japan. So, I used to be right that the final entry in the original Bears series of films would ultimately be on Blu-Ray. It was a logical thing to suppose, on condition that the first two Bears movies were launched by Imprint, in 2021 and 2022 respectively. Of course, I will buy the Blu-Ray of The Bad News Bears Bears Go to Japan and retire the DVD that I've had of same since 2002. I do not remember watching that DVD greater than twice. The Bad News Bears Bears Go to Japan is, by all goal measure, a dire Bears film, and a deficient instance of cinema generally. Tony Curtis' character is an unlikable donkey's derriere from the beginning of the film to the tip, and the movie is a protracted rendition of the "outdated hat" fish-out-of-water trope. A series of unfunny clashes between cultures strung alongside by a dull, dull Kelly Leak romance. The pacing is leaden. There is almost no baseball played in it. Two of the Bears whose presence was very important to the appeal of the earlier movies, Tanner and Lupus, are absent with out point out. Which is unforgivable, as Tanner desirous to win the big recreation for "the Looper" in order that the 2 of them could go to Japan was a major component to the story of the movie previous to this one. And some other bears fall by the wayside, too. Moreover, the Bears winning the sport within the Astrodome in the prior movie was said to be rewarded with a recreation in Japan. The sport in Japan ought therefore to be guaranteed. So, why are the Bears taking a look at start of this film for a sponsor for them to go to Japan? Why is Lazar (Curtis) their manager along with being their sponsor? What baseball coaching experience does he have? The cardinal sin of the movie is that it's boring. There are some stunning visuals of Japan sprinkled here and there, between a wrestling (sure, wrestling!) scene involving Lazar and a love scene between Kelly and his Japanese woman-buddy. But is one watching this film for a travelogue or for baseball action with a favorite Little League staff? As I say, I solely watched the DVD of it twice. I never had it on VHS videocassette. I did have it on open-reel audiotape to go with its two predecessors, which I also had on open-reel audiotape. All three having been captured on audiotape from broadcasts on television. I remember doing the audiotape-recording of an ATV Saturday late-night telecast of The Bad News Bears Bears Go to Japan. Unlike the 2 earlier Bears movies, it was not included in my roster of entertainments for Cine-Audio showings. Anyone who may need come would doubtless have "bailed" on it lower than a half-hour into it. Rumour is that the Doctor Who season to be launched after Season 2 subsequent month, shall be Season 9. Not my favorite of the Jon Pertwee seasons, but positively one that may benefit from new restoration work combining NTSC video and telecine recordings, as just a few different serials of the Pertwee years have. I will welcome it, however as I have stated before, with the tempo at which seasons are actually being launched, I doubt that the entirety of the library of existing episodes of Doctor Who shall be on Blu-Ray, and i do not believe that Season thirteen will probably be launched before Blu-Ray manufacture is suspended. Sometime around 2025, I expect. All for today. Wednesday, November 30, 2022. Every so often, I Google "Hyde and Hare", out of curiosity on whether or not my article on the cartoon is receiving recognition, and in addition on whether or not there might be some gorgeous new works "spun off" from the cartoon, its elements, its aesthetic, and often, as this Weblog has proven, I come upon one thing very spectacular, so much in order that I select to acknowledge it and post an image of it to this Weblog. Such is the case right now. And with out additional adieu, here is what someone somewhere has produced. By far, essentially the most stunning cartoon character statuettes that I've ever seen. Outstanding craftmanship! One imagines the hours of intricate labour that was put into this challenge. In clear contradiction to the dismissive attitudes of legions of cartoon fans at discussion boards where "Hyde and Hare" is worried, the Bugs Bunny cartoon about the physician with the chemically induced split personality, can't be stated to not imprint itself on some people's psyches, to such a level that such people are motivated to bring that imprinting into some tangible actuality. My imprinting begat my article. This particular person's imprinting has yielded an awesome pair of carved-from-clay statuettes. I cannot laud his or her work extra highly than I now do. Magnificent! I want that I might have one to sit alongside my Funko Pop figures of Bugs Bunny and Mr. Hyde (which nonetheless are pristine inside unopened packaging, by the best way). And this superlative work of artwork will not be all that I present in my Google search for "Hyde and Hare". A Podcast shortly before Halloween this year contained a dialogue on Friz Freleng's three cartoon shorts employing the Jekyll-and-Hyde concept. It does meander into another matters, and one needs to be affected person and stick with it until the dialog returns to the aforementioned subject, but it is a discourse that brought smiles to my face at quite a few occasions. One of the members even quotes a few of my writing, though not my article on "Hyde and Hare", reasonably my tribute to Friz Freleng. The dialogue on cartoons focuses mostly on "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide", truly. Mention of "Hyde and Hare" and "Hyde and Go Tweet" is tangential to the attention given "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". The contributors do supply some attention-grabbing new perspectives on "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". One in every of them saw that cartoon recently for the first time, and on a movie theatre screen, but. He was struck on the core of his soul at how violent and how graphic in violence and intensely disturbing that some of the scenes are, most particularly the one wherein the Sylvester monster emerges from a second transformation, i.e. the one that occurs within the personal room with the desk trunk, and surgically claws a petrified-with-terror Alfie into chunks, and Alfie soon falling to pieces in front of Chester. Here is the Hyperlink to that Podcast. https://thismeanspodcast.podbean.com/e/hyde-no-extra-friz-freleng-s-dr-jekyll-adaptations-plus-james-gunn-takesleadership-at-dc-studios/ Despite proclamations by my detractors at the Golden Age Cartoons dialogue forum that I am completely alone and subsequently of no worth, eminently dismissible, in appreciation for "Hyde and Hare" and the other two Friz Freleng-directed nods to "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" (such obvious efforts at "gaslighting" by people who reject the concept anything not directed by Clampett, Avery, Jones, Tashlin may probably garner legitimate, upholdable accolades), there proceed to be people who prove that I am not the one person to whom "Hyde and Hare", and the other two, commanded recognition, aesthetic attention, and left some substantial impression. Why, why, why can not we've a Blu-Ray with all three of those cartoons? So far, "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" is not on digital videodisc at all, "Hyde and Go Tweet" is on DVD only in a late 1990s film-to-video switch, and almost all of its footage used in Daffy Duck's Quackbusters, is on the DVD of that movie. And "Hyde and Hare" is on DVD in Standard Definition and on Blu-Ray in an upscaled 1998 film-to-video transfer. Sunday, December 4, 2022. Some warmer weather and a few rain has rid Fredericton of the snow that it obtained within the third week of November. Hopefully, there will probably be sight of green grass and brown sand for another few weeks, and maybe, simply possibly, it will likely be a inexperienced Christmas this yr. Before the grip of winter tightens around New Brunswick as it has executed in the Canadian western provinces. I came upon some magnificent artwork based on an episode of Spiderman (1967-70). Not an episode of the first season, which tends to receive the lion's share of Spiderman (1967-70)'s accolades, but one from Season 2 and the manufacturing team of Ralph Bakshi. Here it is. As 2022 is approaching a close, I assumed that I would mention, if I have not achieved so already, that 2022 marks twenty-5 years since I started hosting my own Website. It is a outstanding achievement, sustaining a website for thus lengthy, and persevering with to add to it, while others went the way in which of the Do-Do or have been completely lethargic for many years. I remember very vividly the zeal, indeed the euphoria, that I felt as I pounded off of my keyboard paragraph after paragraph of textual content, and Web page after Web page pertaining to my favorite entertainments. The phrases flowed off of my fingers. I do not remember a single instance of "writer's block". And I was really receiving positive suggestions. Some. Greater than I can say that I ever had in my years of involvement in Space: 1999 fandom. After all, accolades for my work vis-a-vis good outdated Space: 1999 had been among the many least plentiful in those times (between 1997 and 2001) of daily incoming Internet communiques. Spiderman and Rocket Robin Hood, and The Littlest Hobo, had been the subjects of most of the gratifying communication that I obtained in those days. I used to be quite dismayed not to find as a lot curiosity in my many Web pages on the Warner Brothers cartoons, which had been, of all the things about which I wrote, essentially the most mainstream and most popular. In those years, at the very least. I was not full-time employed then and had ample time so as to add to my Website and "sustain" with every e-mail. I answered every e-mail, even the ones that scarcely acknowledged my work and asked me for something that I was unable to supply. Ignorant, rude e-mail in regards to my Website was rare. The bulk of the invective that I obtained was on Internet message forums. Though I did sometimes receive a communication from someone saying that I used to be wrong to put in writing anything at all complimentary about Season 2 Space: 1999 (oh, in fact). I additionally acquired an e-mail from someone supporting my campaign (in 2002) for a DVD launch of Spiderman, who proceded to tell to me that my autobiography as it then existed, was unsatisfactory in that I did not adequately define the experiences with entertainments and social life, that shaped me. His criticism was fairly undiplomatic, abrasive. But whether or not my life's story was insufficient in reportage of the formative experiences with entertainments, was a matter that I "took to coronary heart", and i did an intensive revision of my autobiography, rewriting it almost "from scratch", hopefully sufficiently addressing the criticism. I didn't arrogantly dismiss it "out of hand", much because it was missing in diplomacy. My long tenure on the internet introduced me into conflict with quite a lot of persons and with groups of individuals. A type of cases of strife led to my departure from the Internet group of cartoon fans at around the identical time (in 2009) that my Internet site provider, Geocities, was abandoning its Website services. For a while, about eighteen months, I refrained from in search of another vendor of Internet space for my Website, and the web site was not accessible wherever on the World Wide Web. The denunciations of me and my work in my confrontation with the league of detractors of my favorite cartoons, my work, and me, personally, had been deeply discouraging and upsetting (and for the majority of the latter half of the 2000s correspondence on my Website had been sparse and seldom containing words of appreciation), and it was not the primary time such an incident had occurred. As ordinary for most of my life, consoling mates have been nowhere following the unpleasantness. I used to be quite unmotivated to seek out another provider of a distinct segment in Cyberspace and return my Website to the World Wide Web. My mother's final words to me brought me to a decision to reconsider, and i finally put almost all of my Website of old back on the internet, via Webs.com. Thereafter, and particularly after my father's loss of life, I set to work on improving the look of the web site, vastly rising and enhancing photographs. The work on such a project helped me via the weeks of lonely bereavement after my father's passing. And transient time periods of lethargy apart, I have not since then desisted from my Website work. There is nearly all the time some mission on the go, or in a queue to begin. I am not the type of one who builds a web site after which does nothing extra with it. The need to improve, and to attempt toward perfection, is at all times with me. Alas, these projects combined with full-time work, plus the obligations of sustaining a house all by myself, train, and the need for some relaxed time in entrance of my house theatre screen in evenings and on the weekends, has these previous ten years drastically limited the amount of time that I've had for correspondence. I made the error some nights in the past of watching a group assessment of the Space: 1999 first season episode, "Ring Around the Moon". I used to be solely about ten minutes into the video earlier than I sighed, fretted, and directed my laptop mouse arrow to the top proper nook of display to "close window". I used to be subjected to some smug jokes about (who else?) Fred Freiberger. Some cantankerous huffing at mention of "All That Glisters", and David Hirsch (who worked with Gerry Anderson on the "Space Report" column in Starlog journal back in 1978, 1979, 1980, 1981) referring in exasperation to "the stupid rock episode" in some disparaging commentary in regards to the season that evidently no individual of any consequence favours. I heard not a single observation on the episode that was presupposed to be being mentioned, earlier than I decided that I had heard enough. No doubt, it was simply going to be a litany of, "At least it is not 'Year 2', thank goodness," said with regard to quibbles with "Ring Around the Moon". I am not going to launch into yet another long defence of "All That Glisters". I've achieved that enough. But what's stupid about it? Really. What's silly about it? Is Star Trek's dwelling, clever rock episode, "The Devil at the hours of darkness", broadly dismissed as stupid? Or Doctor Who- "The Stones of Blood"? Living rocks have been established within the Space: 1999 canon in "Year 1". In "End of Eternity". Intelligent life with out anatomical brains was broached in "Year 1". In "Alpha Child". Possession of an Alphan for procurement of one thing was additionally carried out in "Year 1". In "Force of Life". Is all of this declared stupid in "Year 1"? In fact not. Like it or not (and if not then I don't care to know such an individual), Season 2 with all of its otherworldly phenomena, suits within the Space: 1999 universe because it was established in Season 1. Only the type is completely different, and the totally different types can be appreciated so long as one is not blinkered for life to the merits of Season 2. Is it the Dave Reilly character that's the source of the alleged stupidity? So, he is an Alphan of Irish descent with a quirky affection for old Texan lore. So, what? That is a part of his character. Did not Barry Morse once say that he wished for there to be extra quirky individuality in the characters? Okay. So, Reilly could possibly be one thing of an arrogant jerk. Some people are like that. And his attraction to Maya and his seeing of Tony as a rival, fuels his tending towards being less than sympathetic as a personality. He's an antagonist, and Koenig "puts him in his place". That and his revulsion at discovering what Maya thinks of him. He has some redemption by the tip of the episode, changing into a much less immodest character. He additionally seems to simply accept that Tony and Maya belong together and "backs off". But enough on this. I've defended "All That Glisters" a lot, rather more cogently elsewhere on this Weblog. Suffice it to say that I am method, way, approach, approach, means past "putting up with" bellicose or smugly comical, derisive commentary on Season 2. I might slightly sit in whole silence and rely the cracks on the wall of my now forty-5-12 months-old home, than subject myself to listening to, or reading, such commentary. All for at present. Christmas Eve, Saturday, December 24, 2022. Forty-5 years ago, on a Christmas Eve additionally on a Saturday, I bought a space: 1999 Moonbuggy toy, at Sobeys, of all locations. I used to be also at my grandparents' place for dinner and a most unusual (for our household) Christmas Eve opening of gifts. And i additionally brought my audiocassette apparatus with me to capture the sounds of the CBC and CHSJ broadcast of Space: 1999- "The Infernal Machine", during which a lot of the commercial intervals were stuffed by CHSJ with Christmas greetings from various businesses. Happily, CHSJ didn't truncate the episode in any method with an excess of commercials. My Doctor Who Season 2 Blu-Ray field set arrived ten days in the past, and I've been watching the Blu-Ray discs in that, in what time to myself other than Website work, that I've had up to now ten rotations of our planet Earth. For upscalings of movie recordings of black-and-white tv video materials of the early-to-mid-1960s, the serials look nearly as good as could be expected, I suppose. No information subsequent on what's coming next on the Doctor Who Blu-Ray schedule. Seasons 9, 20, and 6 are being rumoured. 2023 being the sixtieth anniversary of Doctor Who, I would have hoped to see a fourth set, to compensate for the mere two units that were released this year. In a surprise move, Network Distributing has launched a fiftieth anniversary Blu-Ray set of The Adventures of Black Beauty. An early 1970s tv sequence that I have been watching in recent times on YouTube. It could be attention-grabbing to see how a new remaster in High Definition will look. I have a sure amount of time for The Adventures of Black Beauty. For nostalgia, of course, it having been a television providing during my cherished Douglastown years. And in addition for its Space: 1999 connections. Charles Crichton and Ray Austin, later to be Space: 1999 administrators, helmed a sizable number of the Adventures of Black Beauty episodes. And in the Adventures of Black Beauty there were such Space: 1999 actors as Stacy Dorning and Michael Culver, as second season Black Beauty regulars, and Michael Sheard, Maxine Audley, Geoffrey Bayldon, Leigh Lawson, Patrick Westwood, Peter Bowles, and Stuart Damon, as guest stars. Actors from Doctor Who're much more replete. And the visuals of the English countryside, are gorgeous, as is the music. I've purchased a set and would encourage others to do identical. Hopefully if vintage television continues to be profitable for Network, we might see in 2023 a field set of Return of the Saint, it, too, sporting quite a powerful collection of Space: 1999 associations. And being fairly interesting as escapist, stylish, action-journey entertainment. It'll this 12 months be one other traditional Kevin McCorry Christmas submit-my-father's-passing. A turkey dinner and a quiet day at home watching Blu-Rays and DVDs. Final day of the Year of Our Lord 2022. Front cowl to the Network Distributing Blu-Ray set of the early 1970s tv collection, The Adventures of Black Beauty, launched in December, 2022. And which I bought in identical month. I now have the Adventures of Black Beauty Blu-Ray set and have watched quite a few episodes. Sadly, the restoration for high Definition is to not Network Distributing's ordinary excessive customary. Detail is lacking, as is contrast. Colours are light. The image has a "washed-out", tender, even blurry look in locations, especially in a few of the top credits, and blacks will not be inky. There can be juddery movement at occasions, suggesting that I'm watching High Definition up-conversions of PAL masters. I'm not informed as to the particulars of this specific launch. It could possibly be that the unique camera negatives of the fifty-two episodes no longer exist, and that every one which are extant are 16-millimetre film prints that have seen higher days. Perhaps solely transfers of them to PAL video. Network may have finished some digital clean-up of previous PAL video masters (these initially made for DVD from 16-millimetre prints), and this was all that could be achieved. It's disappointing, to make sure. The first season episodes look higher than these of the second. Perhaps different film stock was used for the two seasons, that of the second season being of an inferior high quality. Unlike most other Network Blu-Rays, this set is multi-region. A, B, and C. So, if anybody desires the set and doesn't have multi-area playback, he or she needs to be ready to purchase it with confidence. Based at the least on what the Blu-Ray discs all say. Zones A, B, and C. There are bonus features. Talking-head interviews, and accompanying clips from episodes, with actress Judi Bowker, actor Stephen Garlick, and among the production crew. Many entertaining anecdotes about the making of the television sequence. Alas, neither Stacy Dorning nor Michael Culver participated in the worth-added content material. And all of the opposite regular cast members are, sadly, deceased. Amongst them youngster actors Roderick Shaw and Tony Maiden. Photograph galleries, including one dedicated to merchandise, are very good worth. I was not conscious that there have been Black Beauty paperbacks, Annuals, View-Master packets, and 8-millimetre films. All for at present. January 1, 2023. "The trouble With Tribbles", an episode of Star Trek that is highly acclaimed and well-liked amongst aficionados of the created-by-Gene Roddenberry space opus. I have never been a fan of it, however. I am going to begin 2023 by criticising the Star Trek episode, "The difficulty With Tribbles". Arguably (for me, at least) one of many more overrated episodes of the unique Star Trek television collection. I cannot say that I've ever been a fan of it, although for some motive I had an inclination to watch it just a few nights ago. It really has a Blu-Ray disc all to itself and a few of its "spin-offs" in later works of Star Trek. How wildly extravagant is that? "The difficulty With Tribbles", together with "I, Mudd" (which was made instantly before it), is, for my part, the closest that Star Trek ever got here to being a situation comedy. Season 2 Star Trek did tend to veer into comedy for its epilogues and a few mid-episode conversations, but no less than the stakes in those episodes tended to be higher than what is to be found in the premise of "The trouble With Tribbles". In "The trouble With Tribbles", we're anticipated to be concerned concerning the developing of 1 Sherman's Planet (or, because it is usually jokingly known as, "Sherman and Peabody's Planet"; humorous!!!). A planet that we by no means see and solely hear about in reference. A planet that's under dispute between the Federation and the Klingons. Big deal! Just discover another planet. In "By Another Name", Kirk says that there is a large number of worlds in the Milky Way galaxy which might be suitable for colonisation. William Schallert, in his trademark "sitcom"-esque hyper-fastidiousness, is urgent Kirk to "take significantly" the matter of Sherman's Planet and shipments of grain to it. And Kirk has antagonism performed moderately light-heartedly with two Klingons, Koloth and Korax, the former portrayed by the identical actor who was Trelaine in "The Squire of Gothos", and with scarcely much difference betwen his two roles in effusive appearing efficiency. The Klingons on this episode could not be more comedically "arch" if they twirled moustaches. And they exit at the end of the episode as if they had defecated in their pants. After the Klingon gambit in the episode had been exposed, uncovered nearly Scooby-Doo-like, some two years earlier than Scooby-Doo was even a factor. The episode's prologue consists of little greater than expository dialogue betwen Kirk, Spock, and Chekov in the Briefing Room, wherein Chekov comes throughout as nothing more than a buffoon who thinks Russians to have been responsible for each great discovery and invention. And we later be taught that he believes Vodka to be superior to all different alcoholic beverages. Okay. I can settle for a little bit of character quirkiness. But what I am noting right here is something of a departure from Chekov's normal dependability within the delivery of correct information. Two episodic acts end on a comedic word. The second act involves an end with a barroom brawl. A barroom brawl in Star Trek? Okay. Whatever. Human frailty still exists in the twenty-third century, as was established in Season 1. But the brawl itself is performed for laughs, as, too, is its aftermath with Kirk questioning Scotty. And as it is in progress, the focus is on the comedic Cyrano Jones being foolish as he downs drinks whereas avoiding the fracas as a lot as doable, with accompanying music denoting silliness and "twee-ness" as the act all too slowly comes to an end and the fade to black lastly occurs. And the third act ends with tons and tons of Tribbles pouring onto a hapless Kirk, as more comedy-expressing music performs. What of the Tribbles themselves? Cute, fuzzy, adorable. As much as can probably be conveyed without their having a face and a pair of eyes. But from the place did Cyrano Jones purchase them? How come they didn't multiply out of management on his spaceship earlier than he came to the Space Station? I suppose that he will need to have very, very lately procured his samples of the furry creatures. Okay. no matter. We have to simply accept that just as we must settle for that Jones was not conscious of how quickly Tribbles do multiply. Though it ought to have been very obvious in almost no time in any respect. The main antagonist within the episode is revealed to be the Schallert chartacter's assistant, Darvin, who is a Klingon in human guise, who poisoned the grain supposed for Sherman's Planet. The grain is evidently simply changed, as no one seems to be very protractedly concerned about how the lack of the primary grain shipment will impression the event of Sherman's Planet. How is it that Darvin's true Klingon nature was not detected before this level in time? All that McCoy needs to do is to run a medical scanner over him, to determine that he is Klingon. Would not a bodily examination have been required earlier than Darvin first boarded a Federation spacecraft? As per commonplace procedure. How did he acquire and carry the poison? Would it not have been detected on his individual, or on the particular person of his Klingon contacts on the area station? Pretty lax safety, contemplating that Kirk is supposed to be defending the grain. But essentially the most cogent indicator of scenario comedy, or of farce, but, is the epilogue. Scotty says that he transported each Tribble on the Enterprise into the Klingons' engine room the place, "...they'll be no Tribble in any respect." And everybody laughs. It's absurd on its face. Why would Kirk be laughing? What Scotty did was unauthorised. And it could be construed by the Klingons as an intrusive, aggressive act. An act of conflict, even. And after Kirk expresses revulsion at the possibility that Scotty "beamed" the Tribbles into space, what do he and Scotty and the others on the Bridge think the Klingons would do with the Tribbles after discovering them in the engine room, multiplying profusely and screeching ear-piercingly? The Klingons would act submit-haste to dispose of them, after all. And being that Klingons are ruthless and pitiless, they would have no compunction over killing the Tribbles in the vacuum of area. Scotty condemned them to loss of life as surely as if he himself had "beamed" them into the void. Ah, but everybody has a snort and the episode is concluded. Concluded most absurdly. And this isn't all on the absurdity angle. Kirk assigned Cyrano Jones to "decide up" every Tribble on the Space Station. "Pick (them) up" and put them where? On Jones' spaceship? Surely by the point that he had "picked up" every Tribble (some seventeen years hence, per Spock's calculation) they would have multiplied to such prolific numbers that even the Space Station couldn't comprise them, to say nothing concerning the smaller capacity of Jones' spaceship. Ridiculous. Absolutely, patently ridiculous. David Gerrold turned the science fiction "guru" that he relies on this one episode of Star Trek that is demonstrably not unassailable. Mr. Gerrold famously bristled at Fred Freiberger having had the temerity to opine that Star Trek shouldn't be a comedy, and that "The difficulty With Tribbles" was too comedic for his taste. Indeed, "Spock's Brain" apart, third season Star Trek, under Freiberger, made a aware effort to steer itself toward critical renderings of science fiction/fantasy, with a minimal or no trace in any respect, of funniness. "Spock's Brain" was a Gene Coon-penned left-over script of Season 2, and Freiberger did declare the episode that got here of it to be a misfire. Farce was avoided in all other third season episodes. Even the "house hippies" episode was severe in tone, and sad in its ending. There was in Season 3 the occasional smidgen of humour between Kirk, Spock, and McCoy stemming out of their interesting dynamic as a threesome. "The Tholian Web" had a few of that in its epilogue. Likewise "The Lights of Zetar". But most episodes ended on a critical, wistful, typically even grim, notice. Third season Star Trek "played it straight", as first season largely did. David Gerrold did some superlative work, to be sure. His Logan's Run episode, "Man Out of Time", is great. Though his arrogance when he was writing for Starlog was irksome, to say the least. I was quite conscious of his damaging assessment of Space: 1999. I believe that his vitriol toward Fred Freiberger was fallacious, as, too, was his disdain for Season three Star Trek. He could, however, often say issues that had merit. I'd by no means say so again within the day, however now I do acknowledge that he was generally "on level", most significantly in his observations on the nature of science fiction/fantasy fandom. Several of his criticisms of The Empire Strikes Back have been "bang on the money". But all of this apart, the work that received him his fame, is, in my estimation, far in need of being the ne plus ultra of the Star Trek canon. Though I'm certain there is no shortage of people who will declare Space: 1999 to be execrable drivel whereas holding "The trouble With Tribbles" extremely above their heads as the pinnacle of scripts for probably the most praiseworthy opus of imagination ever lensed by the U.S. and British entertainment industries. They won't respect my appreciation for Space: 1999, and that i do not really feel in any respect compelled to kowtow to them and their often-sung favourites. And within the immortal words of Mr. Cronkite, that's the way that it is. As I have stated earlier than, there are faults in the whole lot if one is trying to find them. Individuals are imperfect. Yet Space: 1999 and most particularly its second season will not be granted the identical allowance to be imperfect as countless different works of science fiction/fantasy are. And never given licence for "economic system of detail" whereas different works receive a "free pass". While this injustice persists, I shall continue to name attention to imperfections in extremely esteemed productions. Oh, and by the best way, the comedy of "The difficulty With Tribbles" has fellowship not solely with "I, Mudd", but in addition with "A piece of the Action". Another Season 2 Star Trek episode. Though the resolution of that episode will not be quite so ridiculous. Because I have self-consciousness and always have an internal dialogue, I can anticipate criticism, or "comebacks" from folks having umbrage with my preferences in imaginative entertainment. My fairly biting assessment of "The difficulty With Tribbles" most likely had some people saying, "Well, what about 'Year 2' of Space: 1999? What about 'The Taybor'? Huh? Hmmm? It has a Cyrano Jones-like trader character. Some folks consider it to be one thing of a 'romp'. What about that, Kevin, you hypocrite, you?" To start with, I do not deny that "economic system of element" may be used to defuse a few of my points with "The difficulty With Tribbles". Darvin may need been in a position to bribe his method onto a Federation spaceship without the requisite medical examination. He would possibly also have been a skilled enough chemist to synthesise his own poison for the grain with out needing to carry the poison on his person until it was time to administer it. He might then have been able to by some means avoid statement by Security of his nefarious exercise has he is "finishing up" that exercise within the storage compartments. Kirk might have organized a huge area freighter for the Tribbles being "picked up" by Jones. Of course, one has to miss the truth that the Federation convieniently has life-type-scanning and matter transportation applied sciences and that every Tribble on the area station may simply be detected by scanners and promptly transported off of the area station and right into a hold on the freighter, making Jones' job of "selecting up" every Tribble quote pointless. This being the case, seventeen-some years of labour by Jones may be greater than a tad extreme. Or maybe not. Depends, I guess, on an individual's viewpoint. But "financial system of element", whether it is to be used for one opus, must in all fairness be used for one more. If Space: 1999's second season shouldn't be allowed it, than neither should "The difficulty With Tribbles". Or, if one is allowed it, then so should the other. Mind, it still doesn't mitigate the absurdity of Scotty's solution to the Tribble bother on the Enterprise and Kirk's response to it. But what of "The Taybor"? First of all, Taybor is a trader like Jones. And he's fats, gluttonous. Definitely a lover of drink. Like Jones. But he is devious, calculating, and cunning, decided to have what he needs by fair means or foul, whereas all that Jones is, is a swaggering peddler who lacks the motivation to do research on the commodities that he carries and is barely criminal by negligence. Not by ailing intent. There are similarities. There are differences. I think that this is honest to say. And sure, "The Taybor" does have a scene of the trader drinking, to humourous impact. Even turning into drunk, belching, and "passing out". It's a nod to humour, to make sure. But as the scene of this does reinforce the symbolism of Tony's beer and therefore serves an artistic objective, I suggest to grant to it a go. And moreover, the episode thereafter returns to being "played straight" and stays on that course. Until the convivial spirit of the epilogue, which accommodates a useful lesson for Alpha and isn't merely a witty wordsmithing based mostly on a patently absurd, unauthorised action, with a chortle throughout. The stakes of the episode through the majority of it are quite clearly germane to the television-collection-encompassing predicament of our heroes. The leap drive is the McGuffin that makes Koenig eager to deal with Taybor. At stake is Koenig's wish to safe for his folks lengthy-time period survival somewhere. Quite critical, that. Now we have a moment of dejection when Taybor is unable to pinpoint Earth's location based mostly on Alpha's available info, an occasion of solemnness at Taybor's remark about the universe being a lonely place to wander in, and a scene of sadness as Maya faces once more the fact that her residence world of Psychon is gone. The primary act ends with Koenig evidently being abducted into Hyperspace by Taybor. Played useless critical by everyone in Command Centre as they see Taybor's spaceship vanish from the Lunar floor. Act 2 ends with Taybor revealing to Koenig what, or, somewhat, who, he desires in trade for the soar drive, as we see Koenig wanting perplexed, revolted, and aggrieved. Definitely not a comedic second. And Act 3 finishes with Taybor hypnotising Maya and teleporting her and him out of Alpha, evidently desiring to bid adieu to Alpha with Maya with him in his spaceship, and, with Hyperspace inaccessible by Alpha's Eagles, he and Maya will likely be out of the Alphans' attain. Another fairly critical ending to an act. Maya is ready to defeat Taybor by way of trickery, through some dishonesty (she is unable to "lock" herself in a form as she claims to do) as determined times do sometimes call for determined measures. She "takes benefit" of Taybor's fixation on beauty and his corresponding revulsion at ugliness. Taybor returns Maya to Alpha and repossesses the soar drive master diagram and all the wares that he had bestowed upon Alpha in reward or in barter. Koenig observes that Taybor is a "sore loser", Tony describes Taybor as nothing more than a "con man", and Helena states that it is prudent to beware traders bearing gifts. Maya and Tony share some of their good-natured "ribbing" as a challenge to their future together as a romantic couple has been overcome. The ending is efficient, rational. It's upbeat, effusive even, but not going for the "sitcom" group snigger over a play on phrases and an absurdity, because the ending of "The difficulty With Tribbles" chooses to do. Yes, I do know. It isn't clear how the Limpet Transmitter connected by Koenig to Taybor's spaceship allows Alpha contact with Taybor's spaceship in Hyperspace. "Economy of element" is needed right here. Technical could have been ready to find out the transmission frequency used for Taybor's spaceship to have communication with Alpha from Hyperspace and program that into the Limpet Transmitter. I can "purchase that". Besides, I'm unsure that it was essential for story decision for Koenig to speak to Maya by means of the transmitter. Maya would ultimately come to her own conclusion about what she needed to do to thwart Taybor and have him return her to Alpha. As to the duplicate Maya. How is Alpha ready to supply that? Well, it's only a computerised, speaking mannequin. Or as Tony calls it, "A waxworks dummy with a pc voice." Surely something like that might be potential in 1999 as that year was envisaged in 1976. Maybe with some help by Maya along with her Psychon technical knowledge. "The Taybor" isn't even a favorite episode of mine, but I am very fond of it, nonetheless. It provides some business flavour to the gorgeous aesthetic of Space: 1999 universe, and a fair little bit of otherworldly pizzazz in Taybor's merchandise and his lovely spaceship. I will go for that any day over a Tribble, Mr. Jones. McCorry, out. Wednesday, January 4, 2023. Another 12 months older. Another yr greyer. Another year wrinklier. My fifty-seventh birthday was Thursday. I'm now three years away from being a sixty-year-outdated. And after i look in the mirror I definitely see my father. As he regarded within the mid-1980s when his health began to deteriorate. I am not a young man anymore. Resulting from stresses and anxieties of the past three years, I am now looking my age. I used to look younger than my years. Always did until this decade started. A caveat that I need to present after watching the Adventures of Black Beauty Blu-Rays. I tried watching them on a Region A participant. They wouldn't play. No "area code error" message. Nothing. I think that there is PAL content material on the Blu-Ray discs that my Region A player rejects, and it therefore rejects the Blu-Ray discs in whole. One will subsequently nonetheless need a Region B or multi-area Blu-Ray participant to watch these Blu-Rays. At the least where SONY models are concerned. Other makes of player might reply differently to those Blu-Ray discs. I cannot say for certain. I have in recent days been busily engaged on enhancing two cartoon title cards on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page, particularly these for "Rabbit of Seville" and "Rabbit Every Monday". The labour continues, but the most recent upgrades to these images are now obtainable on mentioned Web page. Some attention-grabbing news with reference to the Warner Brothers cartoons on dwelling video. Some 2023 product listings have surfaced displaying plans for release of a ten-movie Looney Tunes DVD set and one thing called LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 1 on Blu-Ray. Fans of cartoons are speculating on what's going to comprise these releases. The most definitely state of affairs is that the DVD set might be reissues of DVDs containing The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Movie, The Looney, Looney, Looney Bugs Bunny Movie, Daffy Duck's Fantastic Island, 1001 Rabbit Tales, Daffy Duck's Quackbusters, the SpaceJam movies, Looney Tunes Back in Action, and some direct-to-residence video films. The just one of those that I would be fascinated about shopping for, on Blu-Ray not on DVD, could be Daffy Duck's Quackbusters. As I've Daffy Duck's Quackbusters on DVD, why would I buy it again on the same residence video format? And what of this COLLECTOR'S Choice factor? What may that be? The most logical inference, given Warner Brothers' tendency to simply repurpose old glass masters, is that COLLECTOR'S Choice will just be reissues of THE LOONEY TUNES PLATINUM Collection. The identical Blu-Ray discs proper down to the menus. I am not going to boost my hopes with expectation of the rest. With the overwhelming majority of the Warner Brothers cartoon library now restored in High Definition, it can be an easy business to provide compilations of never-before-on-Blu-Ray cartoon shorts. But it can be easier still, to only return to the existing Blu-Ray glass masters. No must do any work on menus and so forth and pay for new glass masters. And this is what I expect that Warner Brothers has in mind. I can be exceedingly comfortable to be improper. Loath as I'm to return to defending Season 2 Space: 1999 against hate-stuffed sorties at various locations on the internet, I really feel compelled this morning to touch upon some explicit assailings of Season 2 which might be blighting the remark section of Chris Dale's YouTube video, "Space: 1999's Scariest Moments". "Yeah, I was a giant fan of the present and really regarded ahead to season 2. At first, the changes seemed kinda cool, however, while season 1, although often wonky, saved up a excessive degree of quality all through, by no means compromising its vision, Season 2 simply seemed like a sensationalistic, steadily downward slide as it progressed, culminating with the ultimate episode about the, haha, 'Dorcons'." What gibberish. Fans are so arrogantly confident within the verity of their confounded opinions that they do not hassle anymore to furnish substantively articulated examples of what they allege. As to the assertion of this specific indivdual, absolutely there is no shortage of fans who contend that Season 2 was rotten "right out of the gate" with "The Metamorph", and that it had no vision to be compromised. "Steady downward slide", huh? So, that may imply that "The Seance Spectre" is worse than "Catacombs of the Moon", that "Dorzak" is worse than "The Mark of Archanon", and that "The Dorcons" is the worst episode of all. What's so laughable about "The Dorcons"? Do inform. In fact it does not behoove me to interact in any dialogue of anything in Season 2 being worse than something else, or to use pejorative language at all in regards to something in Season 2. I'm just doing so here to show the nonsense on this person's sad excuse for an argument. How is Season 2 any more sensationalistic than Season 1? Quantify it. Give examples. Stop being so Goddamned lazy. Stop assuming that everyone is going to be in agreement and that examples are unnecessary. One might say that specializing in Joan Collins' legs in Season 1's "Mission of the Darians" is sensational. Or that Catherine Schell's outfit in Season 1's "Guardian of Piri" is sensational. Or that Zienia Merton's Stone Age garment in first season's "The complete Circle" and the "horny" reactions of the savages to it, is sensational. Or that "blowing up" nearly every little thing, "killing off" characters, wreaking destruction on a planetary scale, after which doing a reset and restoring every part on some stated-in-dialogue contrivance, performed not simply once but twice in Season 1, is sensational. Or that specific gore right here and there to "gross out" the viewer, is sensational. One could purport that the gore in Star Trek II- The Wrath of Khan is sensational. I may go on all day. Why "pick on" Season 2 Space: 1999? Why, indeed. What is it in people's collective subconscious that disposes them to everlastingly "dish out" invective targeted at Season 2 Space: 1999? "That could be Freddie Frieberger, who also was credited with destroying the unique Star Trek. My beef with him is that he also destroyed another favorite show of mine when he grew to become government producer for the final 2 seasons of The Wild Wild West, attempting to twist the seminal Steampunk inspiration into a traditional western." Front cover to the DVD field set of the primary season of the 1965-9 television collection, The Wild Wild West. Fred Freiberger, who would later produce the final seasons of Star Trek and Space: 1999 and a few of the final season of The Six Million Dollar Man, was producer of the first season of The Wild Wild West, including its most inceptive episodes. People routinely ignore the presence of Season 1 of The Wild Wild West on the Curriculum Vitae of Mr. Fred Freiberger, of their haste to slander or libel him as "killer" of every tv present upon which he laid his fingers. Oh, good bloody grief! For the final "frigging" time. Fred Freiberger was producer of Season 1 of The Wild Wild West and not Seasons 2, 3, or 4. He didn't destroy The Wild Wild West. He produced some of essentially the most inceptive episodes; he did not destroy it. Saying that he did destroy it, saying so without bothering to do the most primary of research on the subject, is inexcusable. How, pray tell, could Fred Freiberger have produced the final season of The Wild Wild West in 1968-9 at the same time as he was producing Season three of Star Trek? Ridiculous! And does anybody within the dialogue bother to right this person. After all not. If it slanders "old Freddie", it's completely acceptable- even whether it is patently false. Do not inform me. Let me guess. This particular person's fact isn't my truth. He skilled issues differently, is all. His standpoint is as valid as mine. No, more so. Because his has majority backing. Oh, yes. After all. I am in the minority; therefore, my opinion does not rely. After all, of course, or course. I am being sarcastic right here, if anyone doesn't already know that. And the statement of Mr. Freiberger destroying Star Trek is at finest hyperbolic, if not outright false. I would say the latter. NBC disliked Star Trek and Gene Roddenberry intensely and wished Star Trek "canned". The television network cancelled Star Trek after its second season and relented below pressure from Bjo Trimble's letter campaign and granted a reprieve to Kirk and firm, only to place the television show in a horrible airtime guaranteeing that rankings could be low sufficient for one more letter campaign to have zero credibility in arguing for a continuation of the missions of the Enterprise. Star Trek was condemned by NBC, not by alleged deficient quality in a majority of the third season episodes. I might argue that the majority of Star Trek's third season's episodes were imaginative, entertaining, and true to the Star Trek concept. Examples? "Spectre of the Gun", "Elaan of Troyius", "The Paradise Syndrome", "The Enterprise Incident", "Is There in truth No Beauty?", "The Tholian Web", "For the World is Hollow and I have Touched the Sky", "Day of the Dove", "Wink of an eye fixed", "Let That Be Your Last Battlefield", "The Mark of Gideon", "Requiem For Methuselah", "All Our Yesterdays". These are some of the extra accepted ones in some circles. I might contend the same for numerous others. Oh, some story technicalities may be questioned, however as I'm fond of claiming, that is common to nearly every little thing, if one is willing to solid an equally important eye over other works. "Season 2 was so bad that Martin Landau was incapacitated out of it.. or not in a variety of it... and people suppose the Sybil Danning intros were cheesy? Well, especially with the insipid silicon rock episode that made up issues as it goes along, and even worse than the worst science fiction made right now (not that it takes a lot)... horrid episode but nonetheless influenced different shows made barely later that used silicon rock life kinds nicely, by comparability... never cross paths with an Ogri!" If something is insipid it is this drivel. Inane, nonsensical drivel purporting itself as sophistication. How in bloody hell is any of Season 2 on the same degree of "cheesiness" as Sybil Danning's introductions? Or worse? That is an outright insult of each skilled British film business particular person who labored on Space: 1999. The directors, the cameramen, the production designers, everyone. Where was Season 2 ever so lewd as to suggest, in double-entendre, "strapping down" a space cadet to explore "the darkish aspect of the Moon"? Or to say, "This place sucks," in reference to something? Honestly, I am dwelling in a world of abject, clownish inanity. I really feel an infectious, paralytic stupidity attempting to grab control of my gray matter, simply as I learn this rot. So unhealthy that Landau was not in it? Is that this implying that Landau's lowered presence is a result of his umbrage with the standard of the fabric. That he walked off of the set and refused to work and that the producer, Freiberger, had scripts written around that? Bull's excrement! Episodes of second season had to be filmed simultaneously, as necessitated by the necessity, due to the delayed timing of Grade's decision to revive Space: 1999, to supply Season 2 quickly to meet airdates. Hence, some episodes have emphasis on Koenig, and others less so. Some episodes have Helena because the emphasised character, while in others her involvement is minimal. And both Landau and Bain were on holiday throughout manufacturing of "The Beta Cloud" and their characters were incapicitated therein. Whilst Season 2 was in production, "The Beta Cloud" excepted, Landau was reporting to work every single day. Even though he was blinkered to the standard of the subject material, he was a consummate professional and acted to the very best of his talents. I'm not going to hassle responding but once more, at size, to assaults on "All That Glisters". Haven't I performed that sufficient? I do not see any quantifiable proof of Doctor Who- "The Stones of Blood" being superior to "All That Glisters". And as to "All That Glisters" "making things up as it goes along", is such a factor not in keeping with how the Alphans would react to a scenario in which they're gaining understanding over time? Changing their response to the situation as occasions proceed? The criticism is far too devoid of supplied cogent examples to be given a seal of quality to it, in any case. It's just as a lot drivel as everything else that I have quoted here. Yet, it prevails as the majority viewpoint. For all time, apparently. Here I am, at age fifty-seven, my hair greying, my face wrinkling, age spots multiplying, as I sit at my pc still writing defences of Space: 1999- Season 2. Where in "All That Glisters" is it flat-out stated that the rock is composed of silicon? I must have missed that. Somehow. Some manner. All for as we speak, Sunday, January 8, 2023. Sunday, January 15, 2023. Fredericton is now in the grip of winter. There may be now a thick layer of snow, the streets do not need bare pavement, and temperatures are persistently under zero, sufficient beneath zero on these rare days of sunshine for no melting of snow or ice below the Sun's rays. Although daylight is gained each day, it's a protracted, long road till Canadian spring. I went for a stroll yesterday, my pace sluggish and deliberate as I sought to avoid slipping on the sidewalk or street on the frozen water covering the cement or pavement, and, as I so often do now, I consider yesteryear. I lengthy for yesteryear. Yesteryear of the "outdated days" of my habitation of Nashwaaksis. The late 1970s and particularly the 1980s. Although I freely admit to the 1980s being flawed, very much so, and to there being nothing in the present day in my life socially to indicate for them, I do miss these days. Deeply. Melancholically. I long and i ache to have them back. I miss my dad and mom so very, very much. Their presence, their devotion to me and to my nicely-being, their safety, their help, the assurance of their being there for me if I do encounter some robust times. And that i miss my youth, my naivete, my idealism, my perception, boorish school friends aside, in my fellow man, and in the establishments of authorities under the cost of my dad and mom' contemporaries. And the corporate of pals (or associates), who select to be with me, "hanging out" with me at my place or theirs or someplace in the neighbourhood. And an outlook that people have been rational, amenable to persuasion when introduced with compelling evidence. All of that is gone now. My youth and my naivete are totally misplaced. I am thoroughly "red-pilled" and "black-pilled". I find the alternative media personalities of the "purple-pilled" variety, to not be cynical enough. A lot of them still suppose that the West has an opportunity, that there might be a widespread awakening, that 2024 will make a distinction within the U.S., that the Poilievre Conservative party will win and rescue Canada from the impending cliff edge, and so forth. I do not believe any of it. Everything that occurs fits the oppressive forces pushing the world toward totalitarianism. I haven't any religion, zero, that I'll "get out" of this decade alive. My cynicism extends additionally to Warner Brothers and its treatment of the cartoons of Bugs Bunny et al. and persons wishing to extend their holdings of these cartoons on house video. People on the internet are steadfastly unrealistic on this particular topic. They nonetheless ruminate about chronological cartoon releases versus more themed or "greatest-of" compilations of mostly new-to-house-video cartoon shorts. I simply sigh and roll my eyes after i see that. Warner Brothers can be solely actually be depended upon to consistently frustrate the collectors of the cartoons. The Bugs Bunny Video Guide is reporting that the COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray launch seems to be like will probably be nothing more an a reconstituting of the MOUSE CHRONICLES Blu-Rays of the early 2010s. That's another distinct chance, going alongside my previously expressed expectation of the PLATINUM Collection Blu-Rays being "slapped" with a new coat of paint. A method or the opposite, Warner Brothers doubtless intends to totally frustrate folks wanting new-to-Blu-Ray or new to digital-optical-disc cartoons of the 1940s, 1950s, 1960s. As to the movies DVD field set, my hunch was right. A mixing of the cobbled-together-from-vintage-cartoons films with the SpaceJam and Back in Action fluff and straight-to-residence-video latter-day cartoon movies. No, thank-you. Not involved. I might have bought Daffy Duck's Quackbusters on Blu-Ray, however Warner Brothers couldn't even oblige on that rating. 2023 is wanting very bleak certainly for further Blu-Ray releases of leisure of interest to me. To this point, only The Bad News Bears Go to Japan and possibly two Doctor Who season units, neither of which a season that ranks amongst my favourites. I'm thankful for all that I have, thoughts. Imaginative genres have fared fairly amazingly on Blu-Ray. Of the science fiction/fantasy on my shelves, nearly all of it has seen Blu-Ray upgrades. And the exceptions include titles that were unlikely to see DVD launch, however astonishingly did. Expecting them to reach Blu-Ray is kind of unrealistic. Almost preposterously so. I do not count on ever to see Blu-Rays of The Tomorrow People, Logan's Run, or Space Academy. Or the Planet of the Apes tv collection. Certainly not Spiderman or Rocket Robin Hood. I pray that my DVDs of all of these proceed to endure. As I do for the long-time period survival of the Moonbase Alphans on Blu-Ray disc. The Moonbase Alphans continue to recieve a nod by Big Finish Productions in the U.K.. A further volume of Big Finish Space: 1999 audio performs is introduced, and one of the episodes to be included in this reimagining of the tv collection, will be "Dragon's Domain". I will probably be fascinating to me how Big Finish will handle the story and its particulars. Surely, Big Finish can improve on Power Records' rendering of the episode. Already, though, I've misgivings, as word is that the writers at Big Finish are opting to go along with Christopher Penfold's first draught, with Alan Carter, not Tony Cellini or Jim Calder, being the commander of the Ultra Probe who encounters the monster. I do not assume that this suits the character and the mental state of Carter as he's portrayed in different episodes. Or a minimum of, other episodes of the television collection-correct. I have not bought any of the large Finish Space: 1999 releases up to now. And I believe that the first quantity is bought-out. So, even when I needed to start out amassing them now, it can be problematic. This past week, I have added some extra cartoon title playing cards for Season-1-and-past Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour to the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour supplemental picture gallery. The ones for "I Gopher You", "Bugs' Bonnets", "Devil May Hare", "Beanstalk Bunny", and "Hippety Hopper", all of them from CBS airings of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Show in the early-to-mid-1980s. They've required much intricate labour to take away ghosting and digital compression artrifacts. And my work on such is still not complete, nonetheless in progress. I have no idea why, however something from CBS, no matter what the affiliate broadcaster sourced, has ghosting. Sometimes slight, and oftentimes fairly pronounced. I appear to recall it being an issue on WAGM, also. In addition to microwave sign interference. ABC had a much tidier signal in the Bugs and Tweety years. No ghosting and a typically sharper picture. Only an instance of interference. WVII has usually marked by interference, particularly within the summer and early autumn, which was why Fredericton Cablevision finally dropped WVII from its line-up, replacing it with WXYZ, which remains to be the ABC sign in Fredericton to at the present time. Not less than, I believe so. I so seldom watch tv or "channel-surf", lately. All for right now. Back to my reveries of life up to now. Before I misplaced my dad and mom, my youth, my idealism. Before my associates of old "took depart" of me. Before I "ended up" alone and completely weak to no matter nastiness the powers-that-be might (who is aware of?) decide to "dish out". Heck, I'd even prefer the ordeal of involvement in Space: 1999 fandom over this. Thursday, February 2, 2023. It's a sunny morning, and the groundhog doubtless noticed his shadow. Six extra weeks of winter. Six extra weeks, that is, after March 21. In Canada. And to "drive the point dwelling", Canada's jap Maritimes will probably be in the deep freeze this weekend, with windchills in the minus thirties. And snow after that, on top of the snow that fell in January. Almost none of that snow has melted. Last night, I watched the Space: 1999 episode, "Devil's Planet". Oh, that wretched entry in the loathsome Season 2! The one in the course of the manufacturing of which everyone however Martin Landau walked off the set to protest Fred Freiberger's ineptitude. The one that people had been lucky not to see if their broadcaster opted to skip it. I'm of course being sarcastic, but I can easily picture individuals writing such unmitigated horse dung and thinking themselves to be ever so enlightened and clever. There was no walking off the set, after all. That is as a lot nonsense as claims that Nick Tate was not in the ultimate four or five Space: 1999 episodes or that Fred Freiberger brought on the cancellation of every television sequence to which he contributed. Untruths that go uncontested each time that some dimwit raises them. I have watched "Devil's Planet" extra occasions than I can hope to precisely rely, over the previous forty-six years. I watched its two CBC full-tv-network broadcasts in 1977 (in snowy March and sunny and scorching July of that yr). And that i noticed it in French in July of 1977 and June of 1979. I had it on videotape from early 1986, first from a fourth-technology videotape copy sourced initially from a KICU- San Jose telecast with poor reception in its first few minutes, then from a copy (I don't recall what number of generations) of a videotape-recorded U.K. broadcast of the episode with a PAL-to-NTSC conversion and the requisite four percent speed-up, then from my video and audio capture of a YTV 1991 broadcast of it, then from a videotape copy off of laser videodisc, then via its U.K. and North American DVD releases, its Network Distributing Blu-Ray release, and eventually its Imprint Blu-Ray launch. All instructed, I will need to have seen it between one and 2 hundred instances. In all the myriad occasions I cast my eyes and ears over this explicit Space: 1999 episode, I had by no means once found relevance in it to actual-life present-day circumstances. Last night, nonetheless, I noticed the episode as befitting the predicament of the Western world as we speak. Very strikingly so. Astonishingly so! Hildegard Neil performs Elizia, a narcissistic, devoid-of-empathy autocrat. Elizia and her internal retinue on alien penal colony Entra are conscious of a horrible fact, however it's politically disadvantageous for Elizia for that fact to be revealed to the individuals underneath her rule, as these people would turn out to be ungovernable. So, Elizia propagates a false "narrative" to retain her energy. All is effectively on Ellna, home planet, says she. So, prisoners at the end of their sentence, or who survived "the Hunt", step right into a transference cabinet and teleport to Ellna, on which they die instantly seconds after stepping out of the transporter. Such is the fate awaiting all who happily and unknowingly transfer to Ellna. And Elizia is cognizant of this. But she persists without compunction in sending released prisoners to sure death and dissemenating false news about home planet, to the other inmates on Entra. Anyone who questions "the narrative" is bullied into silence. Literally whipped into submission. And so Elizia continues to get pleasure from her hegemony. Together with her folks none the wiser. Elizia (Hildegard Neil) and her minion, the Interrogator (Dora Reisser), in the management room of the Entran penal colony of Space: 1999- "Devil's Planet". Some dialogue between Elizia and her underling, the Interrogator. INTERROGATOR: "He (Koenig) has seen our home planet (Ellna). He will inform them (the Entran prisoners)." ELIZIA: "They won't imagine him. Their minds have been programmed to suppose my method." How is that this situation relevant, or comparable, to what is happening at this time? People who find themselves truly "awake" or "pink-pilled" will be capable to see it instantly. How apt that we had our own "Lambda variant", too. A few years ago. "The Lambda Factor" was one other Space: 1999 episode, the one which chronologically got here a couple of days after "Devil's Planet". And that had a megalomaniac of its personal. Carolyn Powell. And I'd invoke a line of dialogue from an episode in the same "region" as "Devil's Planet" and "The Lambda Factor". Koenig in "The Bringers of Wonder", shouts to his individuals, "Look, what is the matter with you? Can't you see you're being manipulated?!!! What's happened to your instincts?!!! Why won't you hearken to me?!!! You're all blind!!!!!" These would be choice phrases immediately. Good previous Space: 1999. Not only is it of immense artistic and nostalgic worth to me, nevertheless it pertains to real life like never before. Almost as if it were prescient. Or just that it understood human nature. So much of it was born of the "collective subsconscious". So, I suppose that an accurate "take" on human nature is to be anticipated. Which could also be part of the reason why so many people are intransigently blinkered to it. The truth is difficult to face, and it could hurt. The subsequent Doctor Who Blu-Ray set will likely be Season 9, as had been anticipated. It is because of be launched in March, barring some new world crisis which will delay it like last 12 months's March Doctor Who Blu-Ray set was pushed again to June. No different information about favorite entertainments on Blu-Ray or DVD. Sunday, February 5, 2023. It's the day after Fredericton, and all of new Brunswick, was in the deep freeze, with the windchill factor right down to -forty four degrees. Luck, or the grace of God, was with me and most other New Brunswickers, in that the facility was not misplaced at any time yesterday. Today, I'm going to ruminate about "gaslighting". It is "happening" all around us now. Many persons are noticing it. "Gaslighting" shouldn't be a new phenomenon. It has existed for probably as long as people have walked the Earth and that there have been abusive relationships and the need in some folks to regulate or manipulate others. Now, though, it has ballooned (why am I thinking of balloons immediately?) into a de rigueur, world-encompassing scourge. People have been using "gaslighting" upon me by way of most of the eras of my life. In actual fact, I have recognized very few people who haven't subjected me to it sooner or later in time. My lengthy expertise with the next of Space: 1999 was a litany of "gaslighting" remedy from imperious know-it-alls. "Whatever it's you suppose you see in 'Year 2', the chronological patterning of subject matter, the symbolisms, or whatever, is simply in your head, Kevin. You're delusional." And after i objected most vociferously to being disparaged by that and by the renewed, and all the more intense repudiations of everything Season 2, and tried to come to an understanding of the cognitive dissonance that awaited me at each flip, it was, "You're overly temperamental, Kevin. You are taking issues too critically." And then, there was, "Kevin has a popularity in fandom for being treasured, excitable, and delusional." How are bad reputations made to grow and spread? By people talking, in fact. Talking disparagingly with others of a shared curiosity, about somebody. Once i reacted with what should be understandable offence to these proclamations of my unhealthy fame and of what that is claimed to consist, onward got here the accusations of paranoia, of psychological sickness, together with rejection of all that I ever mentioned and did, and me being declared a garbage human. It was one lengthy "gaslighting" train, that complete experience. Every second that I was with the Calgarian in 1995, it was one "gaslighting" attack after one other. What I was seeing in Season 2 was delusion. All of it. I used to be incorrect, incorrect, mistaken, to profess to any of it, or to object to how second season was being treated. Do not belief my mendacity eyes and my oh, so faulty intuition and intuition and my distorted sensibilities with regard to artistic expression. Come again to "the fold". "Take my lumps" for being so flawed to have "trumpeted" Season 2 and highlighted some of the flaws of Season 1. Acknowledge my years of wrongness and repent. Be disdainful of Season 2 like all of the respectable fans. Or else there's one thing incorrect with me. Something patently unacceptable. Yes, sure, yes. Combined, in our threesome with the Reginan, with repeated attempts to impress a response to be used towards me additional. It was "gaslighting" "cranked up" to maximum level. And, really, it was what every different interplay with fans and fandom amounted-to, most particularly those on the internet. Other than "circle-jerking" to the hatred of Season 2 and of the man with the initials F.F., it is the defining trait of the Space: 1999 fan motion. That is as true now, forty-six years because the cancellation of Moonbase Alpha's transstellar odyssey, because it was via the 1980s, 1990s, and 2000s. Ah, but it surely was not the first time that I skilled efforts of "gaslighting". It occurred on the baseball subject, too, again in the 1980s. If I am in a hunch, cannot seem to win a recreation, because of this I am a lesser person than the others. My nose have to be dragged by the losses. There must be one thing fundamentally improper with me. I should be "made enjoyable of" for shedding, and for evidently being a perennial loser. And if I am harm by this, by the demeaning attitude flung at me from completely different directions, that's additional proof of my defectiveness. I must, because of my routine dropping and my being oh, so unjustifiably upset with the ever so proper barbs of the others, doubt the legitimacy of my existence and my value to the social fabric of our neighbourhood. This was what was afoot in these incidents. It was "gaslighting", to "get" me to query my fitness to be an integral part of my surroundings, and my value to everybody. In order that I might be unsure of myself in my surroundings, all the time on edge, diminished of confidence, much less inclined to defend or assert myself, extra simply dismissible. Oh, I do know, saying that something is ever afoot is to invite the old chestnut of the paranoia accusation. Oh, after all, nothing is ever afoot. Nothing ever happens by anybody's ailing intent. After all, after all, of course. And I was a goal of "gaslighting" at school. Every time that someone purported that I was somehow "messed up" to not be rejecting of all things imaginative, and in my not appearing like the Fonz or like John Travolta. When somebody accused me of asking a stupid question in class. When people bemoaned my nods to science fiction/fantasy. "Can't you like anything else? What's unsuitable with you?" Today, the "gaslighting" is, "Don't belief your eyes and ears, your intuition, your instincts." If one hears a distinct, enormous improve in emergency vehicle sirens and reads an abnormal excessive quantity of stories stories of young, match individuals collapsing or dying all of the sudden, one has to reject this. Reject it as a delusion. Or consider it as not having something, something in any way, to do with the one vital change in world procedures these previous two years, the injecting of a substance for which lengthy-time period security knowledge doesn't exist (it can't exist however within the passage of actual time), and for which there are VAERS reviews within the 1000's. It has to be one thing else. It just has to be. Egg yolks, power drinks, the widespread cold, anxiety brought on by the "un-jabbed" merely current. Anything however the sacred injection. The only acceptable perspective is that the "jabs" are efficient in stopping infection and transmission and haven't any adversarial effects in any respect, now and for all time. It is only mentally defective people who suppose in any other case, say the "gaslighters". The "gaslit" collapse their critical pondering into "the narrative" (not desirous to be branded an "oddball" or, worse, a "conspiracy theorist"). And they join the lots in rejecting all medical professionals who query the safety of the "jabs" as being "quacks", in dismissing all VAERS entries as false, in saying that every expose video is staged and pretend, in contending that each YouTube video commenter and social media contributor reporting their very own hostile reactions or deaths put up-"jab" of people they know, is mendacity, and in maintaining that different international locations limiting or stopping the "jabs" over safety considerations, is "pretend news". It's a only, widespread exercise of "gaslighting". A cult of the needle has been formed, and it does appear unstoppable. It rejects out-of-hand all contrary indicators or furnishes far, far much less doubtless explanations for any occasions working contrary. It's only a matter of time earlier than there is somebody wielding a "jab" at me in my kitchen. "Take this, or else." "Gaslighting" was tough enough to endure when it was performed by people in service to some "narrative" towards a season of a tv show. When it has develop into institutionalised, as a tactic used by authorities and news media to induce mass compliance with something and to "other" people who don't "go along", it's downright scary. An actual-life nightmare. Saturday, February 11, 2023. Title playing cards to the Elmer Fudd cartoons, "A Mutt in a Rut" and "What's My Lion", for his or her inclusion in episodes of The Road Runner Show. Neither of these two cartoons have been in Season 1 of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour however did circulate within the 1970s Bugs Bunny/Road Runner seasons, though by then, "What's My Lion?" was shorn of the title card that it had had for The Road Runner Show and was titled with no accompanying visuals of cartoon characters. Beginning at this time's Weblog entry with some consideration of cartoons in the U.S. network television package deal of the 1960s and 1970s. Seventy-eight cartoons are known to have been sourced for The Road Runner Show in 1966-7 and 1967-8. Twenty-seven Road Runner cartoons, twenty-six cartoons of Tweety and Sylvester, and twenty-five cartoons with other characters. When The Road Runner Show was superseded in 1968 by The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, most, but not all, of those seventy-eight cartoons were carried over into the brand new tv automobile for the Warner Brothers cartoon shorts. All the twenty-seven Road Runner cartoons made the transition, as did the entire twenty-six Tweety-and-Sylvesters. A handful of the other-characters cartoons had been left behind on the previous television programme, not less than for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour's inaugural season of twenty-six episodes. Those as-yet-unlucky cartoons were "Don't Axe Me", "A Mutt in a Rut", "The Mouse On 57th Street", "What's My Lion?", and "To Itch His Own". Two of them are solo Elmer Fudd. There were no solo Elmer Fudd Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour cartoons in Season 1. "Don't Axe Me" was Elmer Fudd-without-Bugs Bunny, Elmer as an alternative with Daffy Duck and Barnyard Dog. "The Mouse On 57th Street" and "To Itch His Own" are missing the Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies regular characters. Because these 5 cartoons had been overlooked of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour's first season, they weren't within my discipline of view within the early-to-mid-1970s as I watched the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour first season episodes many times by way of their CBC transmissions. I saw "A Mutt in a Rut", "What's My Lion?", and "To Itch His Own" for the first time whereas in my grandparents' Skyline Acres, Fredericton dwelling room, watching CBS and WAGM Saturday A.M. Bugs Bunny/Road Runner broadcasts. By then, "What's My Lion?" had a title card with text and no cartoon characters; its Road Runner Show titling (with the group-of-5 character array) had been dropped. The other two cartoons sported titles with the group of Foghorn Leghorn, Pepe Le Pew, Speedy Gonzales, Yosemite Sam, and Elmer Fudd, as they had executed, I would much later learn, on The Road Runner Show. I can not say that I've an enormous fondness for these three cartoons. "What's My Lion?", I feel, is the funniest of the three. "To Itch His Own" is the most trendy of them. "A Mutt in a Rut" is pretty normal McKimson fare in its nod to the tv phenomenon, however it repurposes a Jones gag from "Don't Surrender the Sheep", and tries to emulate the sense of morbid dread of Freleng's "Each Dawn I Crow" whereas missing Freleng's knack for suspense and tortuous character ruminations of seeemingly impending doom. I did not see "Don't Axe Me" until 1991, when it was on one of many videotapes of Looney Tunes On Nickelodeon that a colleague of my father's had made for me (he had a satellite dish and due to this fact entry to Nickelodeon). I feel that I saw "The Mouse On 57th Street" for the primary time when it was in an instalment of TVA's Bugs Bunny et ses amis. I don't recall having occasion to see it before then. I'm not much of an enthusiast for those cartoons both, though I would favor watching them over sitting by most thirties and early 1940s cartoons. With my picturing above the Road Runner Show title playing cards to "A Mutt in a Rut" and "What's My Lion?", every title card to the seventy-eight cartoons of The Road Runner Show is accessible someplace on my Website. Most of them are at my Web pages for The Road Runner Show and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, while a few of them could be found either in my autobiography or at this Weblog. And all of them are "clean" (i.e. no television broadcaster logos or "bugs"). Staying with regards to cartoons. There is a few house video information for them. I can not say that it is particularly gratifying. Warner Home Video has announced a DVD (sure, DVD) re-release of THE LOONEY TUNES PLATINUM Collection. The Blu-Rays of identical are out-of-print. What may this bode for the COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray set anticipated this spring? The fact that the PLATINUM Collection nomenclature is being used this 12 months for a DVD vary, it can be unlikely for the PLATINUM Collection blu-rays to be repackaged round the same time beneath a special identify. I subsequently suppose that The Bugs Bunny Video Guide's expectation is the right one, i.e. that COLLECTOR'S Choice will likely be a reconstituting of the MOUSE CHRONICLES Blu-Ray set. It will not be very for much longer earlier than the details about COLLECTOR'S Choice are revealed. Going again to the subject of "gaslighting" about which I wrote at length when last I did an entry to this Weblog. I ought to make clear that in lots of circumstances people subjected me to "gaslighting" makes an attempt however weren't all the time profitable. A few of the time, my would-be "gaslighters" found that I was not quite the "simple mark". To be sure, my detractors in class in Fredericton, and erstwhile pals around house, didn't reach inducing me to doubt myself in my allegience to Space: 1999, or to relinquish that allegiance and "go with the flow". They did, nonetheless, manage to make me increasingly wary of broaching the subject, or of talking about it at length, or of getting books or different Space: 1999 merchandise on my person. The "gaslighting" on this case was a partial success in that it "shut me up". Persons endeavouring my "gaslighting" on the baseball discipline definitely did succeed at inflicting me to doubt my import to the individuals around me, in as a lot as not a single individual present was supportive of me. I give up the game to extricate myself from the unpleasantness of the state of affairs instead of asserting myself on the field and giving a verbal whipping to the people who have been clearly failing utterly at being supportive and understanding amigos. No one in the Space: 1999 fan motion succeeded in inflicting me to doubt for the remainder of my days my acknowledgement of the intriguing patterning and symbolism in the subject material of Season 2 Space: 1999. The proof is there, impossible to "un-see" as soon as I had change into fully conscious of it. My detractors, Mr. Calgary and the others, "laid on thick" the "everybody thinks Season 2 is a catastrophe; Martin Landau thinks so; Gerry Anderson thinks so, the fan movement thinks so; you, Kevin, think in any other case; you, Kevin, are in a minority of 1 or two; you, Kevin, are in the flawed; nothing you see, Kevin, can possibly be there", with me not budging an inch in my resolve to recognise the "finer factors" to the given chronology of Season 2. Naturally, the more malignant refrains of the "gaslighter" then got here to the fore. The accusations of mental unfitness for liking the "flawed thing", and for objecting to that "thing"'s brutal therapy and being upset over being slapped with the "bad rep" designation. I did not "cave" to the calls for of the Calgarian that I stay within the club writing "fluff pieces" as the excoriated, abjectly penitent "wingnut" while the anti-Season 2 "bandwagon" continues onward at higher and larger pace with more and more vitriolic slurring. So, as an alternative, after my departure, I used to be made an example-of as a completely defective piece of bidden-good-riddance-to unhealthy rubbish. Much the same factor happened amongst the Space: 1999 Mailing List crowd. I left the group behind, with the bad repute affixed to my again, but I did not allow these people to control me into thinking that I am "messed up in the top" and patently illegitimate as an aficionado of Space: 1999. Indeed, I have introduced my "case" on this Weblog far, far better than I did again in the nineteen nineties, and plenty of a time efficiently "referred to as out" the flaws in individuals's arguments, and the outright lies that individuals inform. The "gaslighting" didn't work on me on this respect. Now, I'm totally conscious of "gaslighting". All the telltale indicators of it. Anytime somebody says, "The majority suppose this manner; if you don't, you're flawed in the pinnacle." Whenever somebody says that ninety percent of the people "stepped up and did their half" for "the higher good", and that people who decline to do so are improper and are such-and-such and so-and-so (a litany of phrases ending in i, s, and t). If someone says, "Why do you at all times speak about such-and-such?". As if I only ever speak about one thing and one thing solely. Who does? If somebody berates me and/or one thing that I fancy after which so condescendingly and judgingly says, "You look angry. Or harm." If someone operating a club encourages me to write down a column sharing my aesthetic impressions of second season Space: 1999 and subsequently criticises the column in its many topics and brands me wrong and delusional for my impressions. My a lot older, better knowledgeable, wiser self can now detect it. Instantly, or virtually instantly. Mind, this is a couple of a long time late. But anyway. All for right this moment. Sunday, February 12, 2023. I suggest to continue with my ruminations on "gaslighting". "Gaslighting" is causing folks to doubt themselves, their notion, their judgement, to trigger people to be amenable to joining a "gaslighter"'s manner of taking a look at things. And reject all contrary knowledge. Or "spin" the contrary information to fit the "gaslighter"'s directive. Usually, the "gaslighting" is performed by someone in a position of energy or dominance or some majority approval over someone in a subordinate and/or minority position. "Gaslighting" will not be used just by itself. It may be employed along with a lot of other practices for subverting or quashing another individual's belief in himself or herself. The same old vary of "invalidator" behaviours. Or bully behaviours. One has to have a substantial capacity for self-doubt, to be "gaslit", or if not that then a deficit in considering for oneself, a comply with-the-herd tendency. "Gaslighters" can even are likely to misconstrue a person's words to make them appear belligerent and/or hypocritical. The wilful misconstruing of 1's phrases was rampant in the Space: 1999 fan motion, even before Season 2 was deemed on the pages of the newsletters to be the bete noire of the crowd. Way again when the location of the yearly convention was the excellent topic of fan pugnacity. A sensible particular person would look at the state of fandom and ask why folks can't simply "get along", why they cannot emphasise their widespread floor as a substitute of their differences, and accept one another's explicit pursuits with the subject matter as having advantage. Why is there any want for "gaslighting" at all? There should not be. I joined the Space: 1999 fan motion in 1984 with an trustworthy-to-goodness willingness to respect every thing that people saw in the television sequence, each dissertation on the tv present's merits. It appeared to me then, having gone for various years without occasion to look at Space: 1999, that we all should be grateful to have had as much Space: 1999 as we did, and that every one point out of interesting content material in any and all episodes ought to be appreciated and cherished. Goodness knows, the 1970s was a tough decade for Space Age science fiction/fantasy to thrive on television. UFO, The Starlost, Planet of the Apes, Logan's Run, Battlestar Galactica, Buck Rogers. All of these television series struggled to seek out and retain an audience, a few of them not even reaching one full season, and none of them attaining two full seasons. Space: 1999 did obtain two full seasons, and the fan base must be grateful for that. And celebrate that. And be open to new methods of positively regarding both season. Maybe it was extremely Pollyanna-ish for me to have such notions, however I had not been privy to the amplitude of vitriol of fan reaction within the 1970s to the adjustments between seasons and the cancellation, and by my reckoning from my own expertise, having occasion to see any Space: 1999 was a cause for celebration. I revelled at each videotape-recorded episode to come back into my possession. I cherished the tv present. Both seasons. The spiteful, venom-spitting perspective toward Season 2 in the fan motion might only be a jolt and, given second season's importance in constructing my love for the television show and my powerful nostalgia for it in my final yr of Era 2 Douglastown, be sheer anathema to me and my sensibilities. It confounds me how obstinately, how blinkeredly, hateful that the fans are. And such a phenomenon does converse to something about human nature, a failing in those that I discover really quite distressing. And scary. "Gaslighters" do are likely to act in accordance with that failing. It is much easier to persuade a person to doubt himself or herself and his or her actuality when there is a "bandwagon" of vehement scapegoaters nipping at one's heels, knees, shoulders. And in turn, I do incessantly discover myself questioning the mental competence of people harbouring a grudge, an inveterate hatred, for greater than four and a half a long time, with daily expressions of it and virtual pats on the again to others expressing it in probably the most vulgar parlance. A grudge towards a season of a television present and its producer. And an inclination to belittle and slur and "gaslight" anyone who disagrees. Am I "gaslighting", too, as I play beginner psychologist? Am I no higher than any of them? I shake my head as I admit that I have no idea. There is something quite exceptional about so steadfast and malignant a particular centered-on-a-tv-leisure grudge. I want to think such a thing to be deviant, as a result of for it to be accepted as regular and even admirable, doesn't cast the human spirit in significantly good stead. But then, maybe that is "the purpose". The human spirit will not be good. Living in a rustic in which people were ready to allow government to "round up" and jail and dispossess individuals fearful of an opposed response to a needle, does not exactly inform a belief in the goodness of people. The fact that the P.M. "ran" in an election lambasting the "unjabbed" inhabitants and gained a continued hold on power (albeit without the favored vote), also doesn't precisely edify me. The human race also appears to be incapable of bettering itself by studying from history. Even after all of the atrocities of the previous, individuals are still receptive to a call to "different" and to hate a section of the inhabitants. Or folks vote for someone for his or her appears to be like or surname, overlooking his or her hate-"the-different" rhetoric. And/or because they are promised "handouts" in trade for his or her help of a corrupt government. People will "turn in opposition to" their fellow citizens rather than hold a corrupt cabal of power brokers accountable. Frankly, I'm undecided that our society deserves to outlive and to succeed in the stars. This all stated, do I want for, do I long for, a return to my optimistic mindset of a number of many years in the past? In fact, I do. But as the saying goes, one can not go "house" once more. Sunday, February 26, 2023. Another bitterly chilly weekend. Spring could also be less than a month away, however I'm seeing precious little to point out for that by way of the weather. Daylight is being gained every day, after all, but the weather was better, I have to say, in early January when the northern hemisphere was nearer the winter solstice. Gordon Pinsent has died on the ripe previous age of 92. His was, for me no less than, one of the faces of Canadiana. Good old style Canadiana. That of my dad and mom' era and its moral, steady, rational hand. Now, that face has left us, as well because the aforementioned hand. Left us to the "Clown World" of Trudeau's Canada. I'll say no more about this, as I might want to delete it. The reference to the "dear leader", no less than. I do acknowledge the unhappy loss of life of Mr. Pinsent, who will at all times be that ever so dependable policeman within the R.C.M.P. purple uniform, Sergeant Scott, in the Forest Rangers. Rest in peace, Mr. Pinsent. I've been busy with more autobiography updates. Several Space: 1999 pictures have been added to Eras 2 and 3, increasing current image collages for 1977 and 1978. There are photographs of the 2 Star Trek episodes, "The Galileo Seven" and "The Devil at midnight", that I noticed in Toronto in February, 1978, and an added image of Logan's Run. I desaturated pictures in Era four of the Doctor Who story, "The Ambassadors of Death", to extra precisely signify MPBN's airing of it on 10 January, 1987 ("The Ambassadors of Death" was syndicated in black and white, as the BBC had misplaced colour videotape-recordings of episodes two to seven of that serial). I also made some corrections to text in my Boy Meets Alpha memoirs. I've found on Facebook, courtesy of one Rob Plouffe, a picture of a Tv Guide magazine listing for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on CBC Television. Here it's. Look in any respect of those tv channels! This clipping is from the Manitoba and Saskatchewan version of Tv Guide. The tv channels indicated to be showing The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour are as follows. Three with clear background is CKOS-Tv, Yorkton. Four with clear background is CBKMT, Moose Jaw. 5 with black background is CKX-Tv, Brandon. 5 with clear background is CJFB-Tv, Swift Current. 5 with lined background is CKBI-Tv, Prince Albert. 6 with black background is CBWT, Winnipeg. 9 with clear background is CBKRT, Regina. And 11 with clear background is CBKST, Saskatoon. CBKMT, CBWT, CBKRT, and CBKST have been all CBC-owned-and-operated television stations, and the others were CBC-affiliated. No sign of any tv station doing videotape-delay of Bugs and the Road Runner. With all of my analysis up to now, that dubious distinction appears to reside solely with CHSJ-Tv in New Brunswick. Big Finish Productions has launched onto the Internet the front cowl to the upcoming audio drama adaptation of Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain". Here it's. I doubt that I'll buy it myself, however I am curious as to how faithful that Big Finish might be to the episode, past it substituting Alan Carter for Tony Cellini. One expects that on the very least the Adagio in G-Minor music will probably be used for the Ultra Probeship outward jouney and Cellini's, or, somewhat, Carter's, survival flight. Will the producers replicate the sounds of the monster? Do the unique parts exist for these sounds, or will they need to be recreated? How more elaborate will the story be? More interaction of crew on the Ultra Probeship? Will the massive Finish Koenig be as close with Carter as a friend as the original Koenig was with Cellini? Will the ultimate confrontation with the monster be extended? And how will or not it's contrived for Carter to survive? I count on that the answers to my questions will eventually come my manner. These are fairly unusual times to be a fan of Space: 1999. I'd never have expected there to be a revival and a "reboot" of Space: 1999 on commercial leisure media. Oh, there has long been speak in fan circles of a "reboot" in the form of a movie, or one other tv sequence. But I always used to dismiss such, as idle flight of fancy- and never a very appealing one, I do must say. To see a "reboot" occurring now by way of Big Finish, does have one thing of a surrealistic high quality. It doesn't appear real. Indeed, I take a look at this front cover, and this experience does feel to me like I'm having a dream, a nightmare, of "Dragon's Domain" coming again into my life to petrify me in an expanded facet, and with unfamiliar faces. I have had goals of such nature. This looks like one now. So much of what is going on on the planet now, doesn't appear real. But to there I prefer to not go. If I do, I'll solely must delete what I say. By the best way, I once had a dream of there being an added scene to "Dragon's Domain", however not at a place in the episode that one may expect it to be. I envisaged a scene of a automotive going down a seldom-travelled street in a forested area on Earth, after Dixon has relieved Cellini, Koenig, and Bergman of their posts, the identical sad and solemn music used in the episode, taking part in, persevering with to play, as we see the street from a "subjective camera" perspective. The automotive stops, and Cellini exits it, seems up at the sky, and says one thing like, "I know you're up there, monster." The imagining of me, of my subconscious, at around seventeen years of age. I have at all times remembered that, and i sometimes consider it because the Dixon's office scene comes to a close within the episode and the music performs. Something of curiosity that I think that I'll point out. Recently, I've had occasion to view parts of the movie, War of the Gargantuas (1966). War of the Gargantuas was a made-in-Japan monster film, starring American actor Russ Tamblyn. On Saturday, May 6, 1978, CBC Television stations in Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island (them being CBHT- Halifax, CBIT- Sydney, CBCT- Charlottetown) aired War of the Gargantuas as a 1 P.M.-to-3 P.M. matinee, upfront of that day's CBC Television community 4 P.M. displaying of Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain". CHSJ opted to indicate New Brunswick Liberal Convention that afternoon while Cellini was battling the monster on all CBC Television stations situated outdoors the frontiers of the unlucky jap province without full entry to CBC Television. But enough about CHSJ. Why is the airing that day of War of the Gargantuas significant? Because that movie opens with a tentacle grabbing a hapless man on a boat and an enormous cephalopod pulling the man toward it, its mouth large open to devour him. Interesting, no? Why did the CBC jap Maritimes television stations, or extra particularly CBHT, decide to point out War of the Gargantuas on that exact day? Might someone have identified that "Dragon's Domain" coming out of the CBC central broadcasting centre in Toronto that day for distribution to all areas of the country, contained a tentacled monster, and decided, with information of the similarity in the two gadgets, that War of the Gargantuas would make an interesting companion piece to "Dragon's Domain"? Or was there no aware consideration involved in the choice, i.e. did the "collective subconscious" assert itself there? Or was it nothing but a coincidence? Who knows? The persons making programming decisions at CBHT again then, are in all probability dead now. And if they're alive and remember that day, it is extremely uncertain that they are studying my Website. Enough for this day. Until tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. March 5, 2023. Still no data on the LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray set. Its release is now two months away, and nonetheless no indication of what the contents are. If it had been only a repackaging of THE PLATINUM Collection or MOUSE CHRONICLES, would that not have been revealed earlier than now? Other repackagings of old DVDs have been made recognized to collectors four, five, six months upfront of release. Jerry Beck is predicted to go on a Stu's Show podcast this coming week. Maybe that's when the hope-crushing news will likely be dissemenated. Over the past few days, I've been fascinated by my autobiography. I have qualms occasionally about mention of buddies, associates, and enemies in my life's story, of my being crucial in any way of them. I normally assure myself that it is "fair game" if somebody did ultimately reject me as a pal, to be vital of him/her, as the friendship is lifeless and i therefore no longer am beholden to that individual. Maybe so. But the likelihood does nonetheless exist for me to be reprimanded as being petty, and vindictive, as not having the character to "rise above" such a mindset. Despite the fact that somebody did "take leave" of me, ought I to be forever grateful for that particular person's friendship and company, nevertheless transient, nonetheless erstwhile that it may have been, and due to this fact chorus from any criticism? Might I have upset and damage individuals who did assume kindly of me regardless of having dropped me from their current-day life? And therefore am I myself guilty of betrayal of somebody and of dealing an emotional punch to them? These are all good questions. And maybe it is way too late for me to be hand-wringing about them now. How essential am I of individuals in my autobiography? In my Era 2 memoirs, I don't believe that I say much of something in the way of criticism. Beyond that directed at the persons who helped me with a garage project, then "fell out" with me, and returned to "trash" the place. Or my references to the one who talked me into moving a Kool-Aid stand subsequent to the overall retailer after which left me holding the proverbial bag, and dragging the stand back dwelling. To make certain, my recollections of associates in Era 2 are all written with affection, even when I do seek advice from an occasional quarrel. Or regret a rift between us for our "growing apart" post-1977. The only individuals I do criticise are those whom I knew put up-Era 2 who were friends with me for less than a brief period of time, and from whom I'd routinely obtain a verbal "slap-down" for wishing to discuss a particular subject of interest to me. Or individuals who have been nonchalant. Or people who have been avowedly not adherent to me and denouncing of me, or who sought to undermine my bonds of friendship. And naturally, there are the Space: 1999 fans with whom I had an abortive aimable relationship. If a friendship fails, is just not criticism warranted? Or if it is, is it finest to refrain from publicly stating it? I've mentioned it before and can achieve this once more. People's behaviour as children needs to be seen as that of a persona under improvement. Nobody as an grownup is essentially as flawed as she or he was in a less mature stage of life. A one that has acquired knowledge ought to be able to acknowledge having had faults in early life. And to not have umbrage with a left-behind pal of previous "stating" a few of them. We all have faults in our youth. I did. My erstwhile buddies did. I did and stated issues in my childhood, and even my early adulthood, that I'm not proud-of, and that I definitely would not like broadcast, even when my full identity would only be known to the individuals who knew me and where I lived on the time. I can understand that. But when I have been a fully developed personality, with my head firmly on my shoulders, I'd acknowledge the faults and say that I did "come a long way". And that i can be apologetic for having negatively impacted somebody in his or her formative years. Ah, but am I so absolutely developed, even now? It could be vain of me to say yes to that. People still have faults all by way of adulthood. Nobody is perfect. And that i nonetheless have my faults. Even now, I still have instances when empathy for others is not fully present. I still have an acquisitive nature. And I have a temper. But I can acknowledge that I was slightly ego-centric and at a loss when understanding others was involved. I point out this typically in my memoirs. And, again, I did and stated issues in my youth that I want that I could change. Not that I was a mean-spirited little brat as a manner of everyday life. But in a given year, I might have had six, possibly eight, incidents of a lapse in congeniality and rightness. Or sick-intent for somebody from whom I had felt wronged. Someone I'd snub or communicate disparagingly-of once or twice. I "lashed out" in the future at somebody for dropping the ball at a first-base play throughout a game of street baseball. And that i lacked the humility to apologise. Essentially, I myself was unpleasant in the enjoying of baseball, and it may have been Karmic for a lashing-out to occur to me some years later. Of course, the "lashing-out" administered to me was extended, extra concentrated (i.e. coming from a number of directions). Not solely a comment by a single individual in a "heated" second, however a protracted abuse with nary anybody around me to "have my back". But my incidence of unhealthy sportsmanship can solely beget the same from others, I suppose Oh, I have heard it said that, "Kids are jerks." We're all jerks generally in the first eighteen years of our lives. As youngsters, we could be, and sometimes are, epitomes of nonsense, missing as we do the information and the frequent sense that solely experience over time can actually foster. Children will be, and often are, cruel. The children of small-city 1970s Miramichi had been markedly less so than those of suburban Fredericton. But it is the province of childhood to learn empathy. I used to be less developed at that than were others, but nearly everybody of their youth has to study empathy and its significance as they "develop up", or else turn out to be a disagreeable, even sociopathic, particular person in adulthood. Where am I going with all of this? I've finished a ton of work on my autobiography, and how I was treated by buddies and foes, is an integral part of my autobiography. Should I have strived for a higher degree of anonymity for my associates, associates, and antagonists, as I wrote my memoirs? Maybe so. But it is just too late now to vary that. The autobiography has been on my Website, in one form or one other, for more than twenty years. And i do lack the time and the initiative to commit numerous hours to a rewrite, and, in addition to, doing so now would be like closing the shed door years after the horses bolted. I suppose that I just need to put on the accusations of pettiness and vindictiveness and the designation of being missing in concern for the feelings of once-upon-a-time mates and associates. But should I "take down" the autobiography now, after the entire work put into it these many years? It is something that I am contemplating, although I do balk at that thought of all of my work within the memoirs going off of the Internet. Time will reveal what decision I make. Suffice it to say now, that I'm questioning myself, as everybody must sometimes. Who among us needs to be just like the totally-not-self-conscious individual answerable for the nation? I certainly don't. All for as we speak. March 9, 2023. In my Weblog entry for February 12 of this year, I say that, "... I do steadily discover myself questioning the mental competence of individuals harbouring a grudge, an inveterate hatred, for more than 4 and a half many years, with daily expressions of it..." Ever prepared with accusations of hypocrisy, my detractors would doubtless attempt to counter this with references to my begrudging bearing toward the attackers of Season 2 Space: 1999 and towards my imperious nemesis of Calgary and his ally residing in one other Canadian western city. I've my own grudge and should not be criticising others for theirs. So my detractors would proclaim. I suppose that I ought to emphasise the distinction. The people whose grudge I "name out" and upon which I make a lay psychological evaluation, is that towards modifications in a television show of greater than forty-five years in the past and towards the producer who implimented the changes as a effectively-that means, constructive professional initiative. There was no possibility of a continuation of the Season 1 format, and every change that was rung was executed with intent to keep Space: 1999 going and grow its audience. This ought to be accepted. It ought to have been accepted many years in the past. It must be acknowledged that some folks do in reality like or love Season 2, and that some individuals recognize it aesthetically. Denigrating those individuals, either directly or indirectly, will not be the motion of an inexpensive, respectful, respectable particular person. Neither is "carrying on" with each day invective towards a television producer who has been lifeless now for twenty years. As for my grudge, it's not fairly as previous, and is directed on the malignant behaviours of individuals, and destructive intent toward me, isolating me, branding me, subverting me as an individual of reputation, repudiating my stature in fandom for my earlier accomplishments, and so forth. From them is a directed, personal attack. Against me. Along side their incessant lambasting of the second manufacturing block of their favourite television series. A season whose merits are stubbornly unsung, a lot to my chagrin. Mine is a justified grudge. And in addition to, I do not spend time day by day writing about it. I only often select to delve into it. Can I "let it go"? Possibly. But not when these persons are nonetheless leaders of the fan movement, garnering praises for work disparaging Season 2 as their writings had carried out within the 1990s in the midst of my "cancellation". It's salt in the wound, that. And that i simply cannot forgive anybody who will not be penitent. Which I am positive none of these individuals are. They hate Season 2. They hate Fred Freiberger. They hate me for my defending their hated season and for my "calling them out" on their behaviour. And for my being the purported cause of the dissolution of a fan membership in the nineties. My grudge can solely persist, I am afraid. I haven't forgotten that the Calgarian established and grew his fan membership with my assist, my help. And it was via that fan club and his presidency of it that he "made a reputation for himself" and was capable of curry favour with a number of of the already achieved individuals in the Space: 1999 production and appreciation community, as soon as he had disposed of me, in fact. Me and one or two others. We were undesirable baggage, and a complication for him in that the fidelity of some of us to Season 2 was "in opposition to the grain" of the folks with whom he was keen to ingratiate himself. He has printed books while I'm a fringe Internet presence. Oh, I did achieve point out on the Shout! Factory Blu-Ray units. But apart from that, I am nicely and actually a voice within the wilderness, eminently dismissable for being such. While the man who reviled me to my back, to the hearty approval of the membership of his membership, is merrily marching onward with guide after ebook and thumbing his nostril at me, lover of the hated season and the "houseguest from hell" (his phrases). I am sorry. Forgiveness is not possible. There was no information final night time as regards Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies on home video, from Jerry Beck in his appearance on the Stu's Show podcast. LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice stays shrouded in thriller. What I now assume is that it could also be a newly mastered Blu-Ray, but one containing nothing however already-on-Blu-Ray cartoon shorts. Cartoon shorts from the PLATINUM COLLECTIONs, MOUSE CHRONICLES, and maybe even the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray set of some years in the past. And perhaps even a large amount of latter-day cartoons of Bugs and company. Cartoons of the 1990s, the 2000s, and ones made very lately. I am so cynical, but expertise has given to me greater than sufficient cause to be. That wonderful Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray set of some years in the past was an aberration. We're not more likely to obtain one other, though the bulk of the Warner Brothers cartoons have been totally restored in High Definition. Oh, the news will probably be forthcoming soon now, I count on. And I will report it and lament about it here on this Weblog. All for now. Sunday, March 12, 2023. Some above-zero temperatures and sunny skies previously few days have melted a few of the snow. The air and the brightness of the day really feel spring-like, and now that Daylight Saving Time is in effect, will probably be light till shut to eight P.M.. The one Space: 1999 Facebook group nonetheless obtainable for public view just a few days ago showed a picture of the creature of "The Beta Cloud", one of the episodes of excellent old Season 2. And of course, analogous to a bell and a Pavlovian canine, anything Season 2 inevitably provokes a bellicose series of derogatory feedback. And today, it isn't lengthy in any respect till somebody belches forth the usual "Freddie the show-killer" vituperation. On this case, it was the second remark posted. Right underneath someone chiding the episode and its writer, Mr. Freiberger underneath the pseudonym of Charles Woodgrove, for having Tony Verdeschi open the door to the vacuum chamber after him having trapped the cloud creature therein. The criticism was oh, so matter-of-reality and bellicose as ever in its posturing. And then the following slurring of Mr. Freiberger got here forth with all of the delicacy of a rusty, protruding nail. No defences, in fact. Of either the episode or the author and producer. And as regular, I am the only person who gives one. Here at this largely ignored Weblog. Tony Verdeschi outdoors of a vacuum chamber into which he has lured Moonbase Alpha's monstrous interloper, in Space: 1999- "The Beta Cloud". The facts are that: 1) the episode doesn't proceed in actual time; 2) the period of time that Tony has the creature sealed in the vacuum chamber, is indeterminate, for there is no clock adjoining to the chamber, and there's a cut to a different scene after Tony has sealed the chamber and withdrawn its air, which means that there could be a period of time of 5 or ten minutes being counted by Tony while Tony is standing aside the sealed chamber with the creature inside of it. Surely the episode is just not required to simply present Tony standing there beside the vacuum chamber for five minutes. Evidently, there aren't any cameras contained in the chamber. So, to be able to verify that the creature is dead, Tony has to open the chamber and look inside of it. He's expecting to see the creature's lifeless physique. That is logical, no? It has all the time been how I've regarded the scene. And naturally, as we all know, Tony is startled to search out the creature still on its ft, very a lot alive (or apparently alive). The vacuum chamber would should be opened finally to verify the creature's death, so that Alpha's skeleton employees could devote its resources toward repelling an additional incursion of Moonbase by Alpha's enemies within the cloud, and continue trying to find an antidote to the malady afflicting the majority of the Moonbase personnel. And there was no Security detail to "back Tony up". He needed to himself do the job of opening the chamber and searching inside. At this juncture, Tony and everyone else on Alpha are of the belief that the creature is a living thing, and living things can not survive being in a vacuum. Well, until they will retailer oxygen like a camel shops water. But we don't see that but in the Season 2 timeline. "Space Warp" and "The Bringers of Wonder" do come later. The existence of such a creature is understood to Maya, nevertheless it evidently slips her thoughts through the crisis with the cloud. Maybe she has not seen or thought of one of those creatures since she was very young. Maybe her delirium in "Space Warp" triggered her recall of them. I can accept that. I can settle for that everyone on Alpha, Maya included, anticipated the vacuum chamber to kill the creature. Tony, definitely. And after it had been sealed within the chamber for several minutes, the logical inference on Tony's part is that the creature is a corpse and the chamber could be opened with an inexpensive security for him to affirm this. Of course, I may counter with something similar in Season One. Like Helena failing to deactivate John's commlock in "Collision Course", enabling him to shock and overcome the security guards and to escape his quarters. Or Sandra stupidly opening the Eagle door in "The full Circle", so that Spearman can enter the spacecraft and abduct her. As my former compatriot in the quest to redeem Season 2, Dean, as soon as stated, there are as many "lapses" in Season 1 as there are in Season 2. And as I as soon as said in dialog with him, "If you're searching for flaws, you are going to search out them." All that these folks do with Season 2 is look for flaws, whereas they offer to Season 1 little or no comparable scrutiny. And yet, these are the individuals whose assessments of Space: 1999 are accepted to be as canonical as the television sequence itself (properly, Season 1, not less than, is canonical in their reckoning; there are people, quite a few people, numerous people of obvious reputation, who contend to this day that Season 2 doesn't exist and is therefore not canon). It happens to me that readers of my Weblog may not want to read by means of every single memoir I've on my Website, and even in my memoirs I am not solely forthcoming about each element to my life experiences. I refer usually to aesthetic qualities of Season 2 Space: 1999 that I discover compelling and fascinating whereas balking at elaborating in full element these qualities. A lot of them are associated with the work of Dean, and the sensibilities in appreciating Season 2 Space: 1999 that he conveyed to me, or accellerated in me after they have been already there, not very developed, in my noggin. And since Dean claims sole proper to reveal numerous aesthetic insights about Season 2 whenever he chooses to take action, I'm embargoed from being absolutely extensive in regards to what it's about Season 2 that has kept my allegiance to it as steadfast as it's. That combined of course with my nostalgia for my seminal experiences of Space: 1999 way back in its heyday, in my heyday, the final college yr of my Douglastown years and the subsequent summer season. It is not only nostalgia that fuels my ardour for the second season of Space: 1999, though there isn't a method that I'd downplay the significance of the nostalgia quotient. It is big. But it is by no means all that there is to my long allegiance to so loathed a season to a manufacturing long forgotten by the bulk of the population. This month, it has been thirty-three years (thirty-three years!) since I stayed with Dean for every week in Belledune in northern New Brunswick, when he secured my promise to not impinge upon his priority for the revealing of any of the observations of "regionalism" of the Space: 1999 Season 2 timeline and symbolisms within the episodes related to such "regionalism". I've written in this Weblog and in my autobiography time and time once more about my adherence to Dean's way of trying upon Season 2, while striving to not be extensively forthcoming about the small print of that. Why? Because within the a long time since I met Dean in 1988, he has provided little of his work for publication. And despite this, he, I say again, claims the sole proper to reveal observations at his discretion and at no matter tempo (no matter pace!) and terminology that he deems correct. And that i should respect that. I didn't at some time up to now, and i had fairly an ordeal with Dean and with my own emotions of guilt and self-recrimination in consequence in the early 1990s. The problem is essentially that Dean did not proceed very far in sharing his elaborate evaluation of the timeline of second season Space: 1999 in fandom periodicals, or newsletters, while he shared in non-public communication with me a large number of detected stunning "touches" in the episodes of Season 2 and their overarching significance. Things that I knew would, or must, exonerate Season 2 and its maligned producer beyond any cheap query. It should vindicate at long last my lengthy-beleaguered attachment and fidelity to Space: 1999. And it frustrates me so tremendously that every one of the additional material has gone unrevealed these oh, so a few years, whereas Season 2 and its stalwart appreciators have "are available in for" so much scorn and vitriol, both for the season that they admire and them, themselves. Or, to be extra specific, me, myself. But I keep referencing this aesthetic method to the Season 2 material proffered by Dean and adhered-to by me, and upon which some of my interpretations (e.g. of episode "Journey to Where" and Jekyll-and-Hyde symbolism therein), are founded, with out a lot elaboration, which must little doubt be frustrating and alienating to my readers. But here it's within the proverbial nutshell. I am not going to go again via what I did within the early nineteen nineties and am due to this fact sworn to keep to myself the bulk of Dean's analysis of Season 2. However, I believe that I can share right here all that he did reveal in print in the fan periodicals, with full credit to him for all of that. That is to say, "stuff" that is already "out there". Dean's premise is that the timeline in Season 2 may be viewed as falling into three discrete areas, regions with explicit units of characteristics. He calls the areas provinces, or, to be extra precise, Provinces (the capital p denoting that he does assign names to them; alas, they are names that I can not share here). The primary province comprises: "The Metamorph"; "The Exiles"; "Journey to Where"; "The Taybor"; "One Moment of Humanity"; "All That Glisters"; "The Mark of Archanon". In that order. Dean's methodology for putting the un-dated-in-dialogue episodes, "Journey to Where" and "The Taybor", where they are, had been only tangentially referenced in fan membership publication. It is fairly sophisticated, and I know its details, however I should chorus from saying something beyond what he did. The second province consists of: "The foundations of Luton"; "New Adam New Eve"; "Brian the Brain"; "Catacombs of the Moon"; "The AB Chrysalis"; "The Beta Cloud"; "Seed of Destruction"; "A Matter of Balance"; "Space Warp". Dean specified that "The rules of Luton" and "Space Warp" are boundary episodes, the area storm lasting 42 days referenced by Helena at begin of "The rules of Luton" being one provincial "border" and the area warp in "Space Warp" being one other. Dean viewed Luton as being on the very edge of the boundary designated by the space storm. The second province episodes untouched by any boundary are to be considered the numerical episodes of second province, i.e. "New Adam New Eve" being one, "Brian the Brain" being two, and so forth. And the third province's episodes are: "The Bringers of Wonder"; "Dorzak"; "The Seance Spectre"; "Devil's Planet"; "The Lambda Factor"; "The Immunity Syndrome"; "The Dorcons". The titling of the e-newsletter, Main Computer, of the Space: 1999 fan club, The International Space: 1999 Alliance, in the 1980s. All told, Dean submitted just three columns to Main Computer, publication of the International Space: 1999 Alliance, within the late 1980s and a small handful of columns to the e-newsletter of our erstwhile ally in Calgary, whose club began operations in 1990. My reminiscence is hazy as to the exact cause for his pull-back from submitting work to Main Computer. We had been both highly essential of an increasingly erratic publication schedule for that publication, and there had been changes with the editorship of it, leaving us uncertain of what may very well be anticipated in occasions to observe. And in swooped Mr. Calgary with oh, so many promises if we hitched our proverbial wagons to his new movement. Dean and that i have been both enticed into assisting the Calgarian with the founding of the new membership, and Dean discovered in a short time how truthful-weather, at greatest, the Calgarian's obliging nature was, whereas I was moderately slower on the uptake. Much to my ultimate detriment. Dean's contributions to the Calgarian had been limited to 1990, whereby a "falling-out" between the 2 of them in early September delivered to a most acrimonious end their association, and also to that between Dean and myself (though not for all time henceforth in our case). But again to what of Dean's work that was disseminated in print to the followers. Specifying the episodes comprising provinces was the most preliminary, most rudimentary, stage of Dean's revelations. He then noted that the primary province was considered one of youth, incipience, naivete, and sweetness. Also that the color, blue, was recurrent, and low temperature situations, akin to with the suspended animation techniques of the Golosians and Archanons, the surface temperature of the planet Vega, and the temperature drop accompanying transference of individuals and objects in "Journey to Where". He contrasted the low temperatures of province one with the sunshine and warmth and prosperous vegetation of Luton and New Earth and the plasmatic fireplace storm in province two. And he distinguished the third province as being one of many psychic, of mind-over-matter energy, and Eagle crashes. All of the Eagle crashes in Season 2 are in the ultimate third of the season, in province three, with Koenig on the controls in all but considered one of them (the Eagle crash within the hangar in "Space Warp", which occurs on the province three aspect of the area warp), and him falling right into a time period of unconsciousness both proper after the crash or (as in "Devil's Planet") a brief while later. These are all observations that were universally recognisable once elucidated. And certainly, I had already famous, earlier than meeting Dean, the emphasis on psychic phenomena in the episodes of late Season 2. I had also seen aesthetic variations between early episodes and late episodes of Season 2 should they be broadcast in proximity to one another. Dean's strategy to analysing the subject matter was not a "powerful promote" for me in any respect. Dean in subsequent submissions to the Alliance fan membership printing press, known as consideration to a number of the more salient thematic or symbological correspondences between episodes of similar provinces. Most notably province one, in which they're Biblical in nature. "The Exiles", "One Moment of Humanity", and "The Mark of Archanon" had a few of their content material explored in this context. Dean said that the identify of the planet Golos in "The Exiles" is the Greek equal of the Hebrew phrase, Galuth, which means "exile". He noted Helena digging her nails into Cantar's face as Zova had carried out earlier to Helena's clay likeness, as being a poetic justice. A retaliation for a sacrilege. He also traced the etymologies for Zova, for Vega in "One Moment of Humanity", and for a number of the names in "The Mark of Archanon", with some consideration of Biblical texts. And in another column, one within the Calgarian's newsletter, Dean did some evaluation of "The rules of Luton", together with one of many word origins for Luton as alluding to one thing being ransomed or redeemed. Knowing, as I do, a lot about Dean's approach to concerning the second season material, I might have opted, if I had been him, to do one thing different in a number of the preliminary efforts to impress the readers, however nonetheless, what he undertook ought to have given affordable individuals pause to think that possibly there may be extra to Season 2 than its all-too-often-jeered-at, most superficial appearances. How did the followers reply? They didn't refute Dean's work, commentary by observation. They could not. So, they only chose to avoid contemplating it. They dismissed it outright. They focused on different issues. A few of them "stepped up" the bemoaning of Season 2. Indeed, this is when fan-penned therapy of Season 2 in fan periodicals really started to deteriorate, and it has been steeply downhill ever since. One fan of some considerable "clout", I do not know who, stated that Dean's work was pretentious and flowery, and emphasised that he or she was clearly not in favour of it changing into a daily fixture of the Calgarian's membership newsletter. The Calgarian proceeded by "ghosting" Dean (some twenty years earlier than the concept of "ghosting" grew to become commonplace on the internet), elevating Dean's ire, and the clash between them occurred not very long thereafter. While I was jubilant over Space: 1999 being back on tv all throughout Canada once more at long last, by the use of YTV after the letter campaign to YTV that I had spearheaded, Dean and the Calgarian were dealing verbal "blows" to one another, the Calgarian telling Dean to "shut up" when the two of them were "having it out" in dialog on my phone. After that, Dean ceased to reveal something further in print concerning the "regionalism" in Season 2, and to the best of my data, he has not ventured to take action again, anywhere. And the fan attitudes vis-a-vis second season turned increasingly abusive and tough for me to "take mendacity down". My "falling out" with the Calgarian and with others was a foregone conclusion, I suppose. I'll say again that I do know so much more than was made identified by Dean in his writings in the newsletters. Some was said on to me by Dean in dialog or in correspondence. Some I seen or deduced myself with prompting by Dean when we had been together. And some I arrived-at without prompting, after some consideration extrapolated from insights that Dean had shared. Some of my ruminations had been a lifeless finish, as Dean did ultimately word. And i "messed up" monumentally by preempting some of his precedence. But the final pattern is that Dean's analysis of the "regionalism" within the timeline continues to "hold up" to scrutiny, rational scrutiny, and bear aesthetic fruit as increasingly more things come to light, enhancing, not contradicting, that which has already been detected. The "clincher" for me as regards the tenability of Dean's evaluation was something by no means broached in any of Dean's published writings. All that I dare say is that not only are there strings of association between phenomena of episodes within same provinces, but clear situations of "rhyming" over the numerical episodes in each of the provinces. Similarities between episodes one of every province, and between episodes two of each province, and so forth. This was most extremely definitive for me as confirming the idea of there being patterning to the timeline in Season 2. I've little question of it. And as I do acknowledge that none of this was by anybody's aware design, it might solely, in my estimation, be born of Jung's "collective unconscious". I am a firm believer in the "collective unconscious", and, frankly, I have no time for anyone who scoffingly rejects outright this idea. Or dismisses out of hand the idea of unconscious affect in inventive work. There are issues that I've noticed in light of Dean's analysis that may or will not be germane to Dean's elaboration of the provinces theory. I remarked that pink seemed to be the prevalent color of province three. And Dean was complimenting of my acuity, my astuteness, with out confirming that I was "on to one thing". And one thing that Dean pulled out of me Socratically was the chief, total nature of province three. I was already leaning in the appropriate path, and he encouraged me to extrapolate my ideas further and further till the final word conclusion was there, rolling off of my tongue. Once I had fully acknowledged it, there was, is, no means that I can return to being insufficiently cognizant of it. I now at all times view the ultimate seven (or eight) episodes by that lens. And that i can now recognize what Michael Butterworth was suggesting, wittingly or unwittingly, in the novelisation of "The Bringers of Wonder". But I can say no more. Frustrating as it is. But even if Dean had absolutely printed all that he had found, would opinion on Season 2 have shifted one iota? I used to assume that it will. I still wish to assume so. But I am extra, much more cynical now. The fog of cognitive dissonance in folks is thick as pea soup. And equally as unappetising, frankly. I have all the time hated pea soup, since being required to eat it in hospital very early in my life. People will reject totally something that does not match their outlook on the world and on their favourite work of the imagination, even if that outlook is blinkered and wilfully poorly knowledgeable. But in the curiosity of an intensive repository of knowledge and of a potential reappraisal of Space: 1999 at some more rational time (if such is ever potential), Dean's work should be printed. It is the only thing about him that I continue to respect in the present day. Truly the one thing. I don't have any desire to see or to hear from him once more until the work is completely out there for world consumption. And even then, I doubt that my seeing him would "go over nicely". Dean and i went along fairly a twisty and bumpy road from our first assembly in 1988 onward. We converged once more in 1994 and diverged in 2001 quite acrimoniously (and we had one other contretemps in 1997, as I remember; sometime around Christmas), and regardless of numerous overtures by him, I have not been at all eager on making an attempt once more. The issues are delicate (I haven't mentioned some of them), and the association between us has tended to be quite toxic and detrimental to me in my efforts to cope with my explicit lot in life. We're just not a superb mixture. But I could be "over the Moon" if it had been to turn out to be known that Dean's work on analysing Space: 1999 has change into a tome, whether critically acclaimed or in any other case. After thirty-three years, do I nonetheless consider such to be a possibility? I do not know where Dean's head is at at the moment. Last I saw, a few years ago, he was still making an occasional comment about Space: 1999 on Facebook, some clever remark seemingly disparaging Season 2 while concealing, figuratively, a sophistication in the alternative course that might go unnoticed by the rigidly literal-minded pundits of Season 1. Dean is just making an attempt to be clever while "trolling" the Season 2-slurring louts. What does it accomplish? I have no idea. Nothing at all, I'd guess. I do know also that Dean can "gaslight" as freely as the remainder of the followers. It was a superb thing that I had my mother and father with me on the time, or his "gaslighting" might need had me in a most debilitated state of unease about myself and my competence in dealing with the world. I made some errors again in my early twenties. People do. Nobody is perfect, then or even in later life. Nevertheless it was not simply these specific errors, mistakes to do with Space: 1999 and our intention of fostering improved regard for Season 2, that Dean made positive to remind me of, each time there was occasion to do so. He also made judgments of me for non-Space: 1999-related choices in my life that proved to be a dead-end or something of a folly. While in fact, he's a paragon of knowledge. But here I sit, studying non-cease vitriol directed at Season 2 and struggling to not be demoralised by it all. Dean's work largely goes unpublished, and I'm not at liberty to reveal all. All that he conveyed to me. All that I arrived-at underneath his influence. I used to be quite lengthy right this moment. But I believed it proper to be as elaborate as I can about the way in which of looking at Season 2 Space: 1999 proffered by Dean and adhered-to by me, following many years of insufficiently developed consciousness of one thing fairly fantastic in the much less acclaimed half of Space: 1999. Do I want that Space: 1999 might have been extra polished? Absolutely. But it is what it is, and i still find it irresistible. Sometimes, that love is so trammelled that watching Space: 1999 is difficult, however nostalgia will invariably resurge, and the love endures. Wednesday, March 15, 2023. The Ides of March. I pray that there is nothing ominous about that. It is a disagreeable day as regards the weather. It snowed final evening, setting back the advance of springtime dissolution of tall snowbanks. The snow that melted over the past week, has now been replaced by more of the same. I suggest to revisit numerous my traces of thought of current days, and tie them collectively coherently when they may appear to contradict each other. They really do not contradict, however I can see how somebody would possibly interpret them as so doing, within the absence of some wanted qualification of things that I say in them. I criticise the actions of buddies decades ago, and then say that they have been personalities in growth, and that they want not be the identical at present as then, and that their prickly or unobliging actions of their childhood are solely everlastingly demeaning in the event that they persist in the identical path in adulthood, them doing so with none contrition. I additionally say that my errors in adulthood, in my twenties, should not be everlasting indictments of my character, and that I want to not have them used against me. And that my avoidance of Dean for his condemnations of me for my mistakes of my twenties was right. Am I being hypocritical? I'll endeavour to "unpack" this. I stated that I made mistakes in early adulthood. Yes. Turning eighteen years of age does not magically render a person incapable of ever erring once more. Adults make errors. Our world is replete with them, unfortunately. The mistakes that I made were largely born of my deficiency in the empathy division, of the lack of expertise that I had with viewing conditions from angles other than my own egocentric one. And lapses in discretion arising from that. Is it hypocritical of me to be essential in my memoirs of erstwhile pals of my early Fredericton years after i myself had imperfections? Imperfections in childhood and adulthood. Not if I recognise mine. Recognise them with out going neurotically self-destructive. Recognise them constructively. Everyone seems to be imperfect. We're more imperfect in our youth and may become less so as we age, acquiring knowledge by means of expertise, hopefully studying from mistakes brought on by our imperfections. An individual can grow to be less imperfect as he or she ages. I think that this could be stated to be an axiom. This is till, in fact, an individual's mental colleges begin to decline due to previous age. But such is another story. And one that I hope that I and everybody of my and other generations haven't entered into, but. A person needs to have self-consciousness in order to vary, to self-improve. To study from previous mistakes and to not repeat them. To grow as a person. And from what I did see, my nemesis in Calgary lacked that self-awareness, and that i do not believe that he has had any progress in arriving at a self-awareness. And even when he has, why ought to he change? He has achieved all that he wished, by being the best way that he was. He has had no want to alter, and, once more, I don't imagine that he possesses the self-consciousness for change to be attainable. I believe the identical to be true for the vast majority of the Space: 1999 followers, as a result of I see how they act, time and time and time and time once more, and the affirmations that they obtain from each other for performing the way in which that they do. Going additional again in time to my mates of previous in Fredericton. Those with whom my friendly relations have been brief-lived. And the ones with whom friendship or affiliation was longer-lasting however ultimately got here to an finish. They had their flaws. I had mine. There was not a single certainly one of us who was with out flaw. Do I remember any of my associates acknowledging their errors? Back in the day? In nearly each case, no. A couple of them tacitly recognised themselves as having been in error and altered course with none remark. But they didn't go as far as to say that they'd been in error. No, they did not. But, then, neither did I. In some circumstances, my associates' flaws made friendship not possible. Or their flaws in combination with mine, did so. Or their flaws, along with mine, made enduring, life-lengthy friendship inconceivable. It is feasible for them to have had an epiphany sooner or later in time and for self-awareness to flourish, and continuous enhancing to happen in their grownup years. But to this day, nobody has reached out to me to precise remorse for friendship "going down the tubes" and expressing a want to strive again. That could be nice, very, very good, however realistically, it's not going to happen. And that i really feel confident that any overtures from me would be dismissed. I simply do. The chance is that if they are conscious of my autobiography and its mention of them, point out that isn't 100 p.c constructive, that they resent and hate me for it. But when that is how it should be, then I have to just accept that. If they cannot "fess up" to the fact that that they had flaws, this is "on them". Humility was not in plentiful supply with the overwhelming majority of people I knew after shifting to Fredericton. To make certain, it was lacking, utterly, in certain of my foes. Those who have been most condemning of me, who laughed once i fell, who thought nothing of drawing my best good friend away from me, who most likely delighted in seeing me isolated and alone. A person's capacity for self-improvement depends on self-awareness. There must also be no "gaslighting". If a person is attempting to higher himself or herself, the last thing that he or she wants is for somebody continually invoking past mistakes to trigger him or her to be very a lot missing in self-confidence. And with the lack of self-confidence, she or he "caves" utterly to the diktats of the "gaslighter", such that the "gaslighter" wields control, dominates. There are individuals who do contend that as a result of I make the occasional mistake that I'm never proper. That I am fallacious as a person and unfit for any objective. Yes, I am often wrong. But I am proper more often than not. My tendency to be right does enhance when I am cynical. Unfortunately, this is so. And yet, even in my cynicism, I can underestimate how dangerous that something can turn into. I knew that J.T. was unhealthy news for Canada in 2015, and i mentioned so on the time, but I didn't anticipate for his stewardship of the country, to be as dangerous because it has develop into. I want I could have been a tad extra cynical when I used to be younger. I might need spared myself some heartache. I'd even have "put up" opposition to moving to Fredericton in 1977 such that we didn't transfer. And the entire unpleasant experiences that I had in colleges and in neighbourhood in Fredericton would by no means have come to cross. Oh, I might, or most likely, have had a set of disagreeable circumstances or conditions had we stayed in the Miramichi area. But now, as we speak, I imagine the positives to staying the place we had been at in Douglastown, would outweigh the negatives. Being with out brother or sister and being fairly shy, I wanted the continuity of an upbringing in the same place. I was fairly imperfect when I was a boy. After all. Every boy is. And every lady. I used to be imperfect after we were in Douglastown. And but, I had buddies. I had extra pals in the first three quarters of 1977 than I'd ever have at any time in Fredericton. Friends have to just accept us as we're. Did I settle for my mates for what they have been? Not at all times. I admit that. Usually, I did. But sometimes, mates and i clashed, and I used to be aware of points to their character that I wished to not must experience. And in some circumstances, friendly relations did erode, consequently. But this is the way in which of the world. None of this is unfaithful for folks usually. The tendency in some people, as in Space: 1999 fan circles, to "double-down" on "off-placing" behaviours, and to do so increasingly, until changing into utterly obnoxious, fuels my cynicism greater than the rest, I would say. They are performing like schoolyard adolescents. And who are leading them? People just like the Calgarian. Why ought to any of them change, when they're perfectly joyful as they are, of their group by which there is a cognitive dissonance suggestions loop? The extra that they congratulate one another for his or her closed-mindedness, the extra cognitively dissonant that they develop into, and the extra that they "circle-jerk". And so it goes. It is smart to eschew any further interactions with individuals like them. And with Dean, too. He will "gaslight" me as surely as the solar rises within the east. I don't disregard the errors that I made, but there shouldn't be, in my having dedicated them, a lifelong indictment in opposition to my value as a person and my proper not to be trammelled. Acknowledge the errors, make the effort to self-improve, and "transfer on". "Leave aside" the "gaslighting" and individuals working towards it. And I will say, categorically, that I am disillusioned that over the previous thirty-three years, no more of Dean's project has been published. If individuals like that Calgarian can scribble out quite a few revealed books on the subject of Space: 1999, why cannot Dean writer one? If I can construct an internet site for whatever small readership that it might have, why can't he not less than do the identical? Lack of initiative? Belief that one way or the other, somehow, people shall be more accepting of the work at a while in the future? I feel that I have mentioned enough in the present day. I hope that I've introduced some comprehensible convergence of a lot of trains of thought that I have written of late. Thursday, March 23, 2023. A few days of spring weather, and now it is again to snow. Happily, temperatures after the snowfalls can be above zero. So, the snow may melt quickly on the streets. On prime of the banks of lengthy-present snow, however, it will only accumulate and delay the seeing of one's lawn further into April. Spring has for quite some time now been a disappointing season. Last year's spring was a rare exception. The snow was totally gone by mid-April. I have a Doctor Who Season 9 Blu-Ray field set en route to me now. Here is what the entrance cowl and spine of the set appears to be like like. Word is that Seasons 15 and 20 can be 2023's different releases of Doctor Who vintage seasons on Blu-Ray. It seems to be just like the BBC is decided to avoid releasing Season thirteen for as lengthy as the range continues. I did purchase the Blu-Ray of The Bad News Bears Go to Japan. Nothing to write down dwelling about, the Blu-Ray and the movie. But I now have all three Bears motion pictures on Blu-Ray, as I did method back when, throughout my days of collecting entertainment on open-reel audiotape. Okay. I now have something to report with regard to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. Jerry Beck was a guest on another podcast final evening and mentioned, "If you are an insane collector, you're going to need it." And also, "Something you can't get anyplace else." These have been in reference to COLLECTOR'S Choice. The dialogue on the The Bugs Bunny Video Guide's Facebook outpost, is abuzz with hypothesis as to what it is that Mr. Beck is hinting-at. Persons are letting their imaginations run riot. All unreleased-to-DVD-and-Blu-Ray Warner Brothers cartoons? A restored "Beanstalk Bunny". The stay-action Looney Tunes movies. Phooey on the final of these. Again, Mr. Beck says, "Something you can't get anyplace else." Those live-motion movies are available on quite a few house video formats, and with multiple releases to DVD. How do I "unpack" what he stated? Is he suggesting that will probably be something that solely an insane collector would want, something that only a completist would need to possess. 1930s cartoons? Daffy and Speedy cartoon shorts? Larriva Road Runners? Or does he mean that it can be so complete and, therefore, so expensive that "insane collectors" will half with their money while the common "soccer mom" will balk at purchasing it? It's interesting that the restored cartoons have been pulled from HBO Max prematurely of this launch. If I'd hazard a guess, a guardedly hopeful guess, I might suppose that this will be something like the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray set of 2020 but with an eclectic mixture of characters, the regulars and the minor ones, plus numerous the much less recognised "one-shots". If I interpret Mr. Beck's phrases most strictly, we could see with this launch mostly or totally cartoons by no means earlier than on shiny digital videodisc or on residence video as a whole (videocassette and laser videodisc inclusive). How many cartoons are there that by no means were released earlier than on any format? Not very many. I doubt that a most strict interpretation of Mr. Beck's phrases is necessarily apropos here. He most likely meant DVD and Blu-Ray only, as regards this material not being obtainable elsewhere. What cartoons would they be, then? The remaining unreleased, to DVD and Blu-Ray, Bugs Bunnies. The Road Runner cartoons "passed over" in previous DVD and Blu-Ray releases. Some Tweety and Sylvester (maybe, at long, lengthy final, the totally restored "Hyde and Go Tweet"). Pre-1955 Foghorn Leghorn. Overlooked-for-ages cartoons of minor characters similar to "The Bee-Deviled Bruin", "A Hound For Trouble", "Terrier-Stricken", "Two's a Crowd", and "A Bone For a Bone". Probably many pre-1948s, however not these with doubtlessly offencive content material. At this juncture, I'll gladly "scoop up" something that is launched, provided that there are some submit-1948s in the combination. Strange that there's as yet no itemised checklist. But I will give to Mr. Beck's words the cautious optimism that I've been eschewing for the reason that aftermath of the 2020 Bugs Bunny set. The restoration work is done. All that's required is to place them on Blu-Ray. I do not care if there are no bonus features. And Mr. Beck's phrases do give to me hope. Ah, but again to ground degree I must go, for it appears, from one thing else said by Mr. Beck, that the discharge date of 30 May is premature. We could not see this set till autumn. Wednesday, March 29, 2023. The entrance cover to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice has emerged onto the World Wide Web. Here it is. And together with the picture of the front cover, there has come to mild a number of the cartoons likely to be in this release. Alas, a heavy, heavy alas, there will solely be twenty cartoons, on only one Blu-Ray disc. An additional alas for me, is that the vast majority of the cartoons mooted so far are pre-1948. Here are the mooted cartoons. "Beanstalk Bunny" "Catch as Cats Can" "A Tale of Two Mice" "Daffy Doodles" "His Bitter Half" These are the titles being bandied about in discussion at Blu-Ray Forum. Word is that they originate with Jerry Beck, which would mean that they needs to be regarded as excessive chance. As well as to those 5 cartoons, it's cheap to expect one thing with the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, as they are on the front cover. Ditto something with Tweety and Sylvester, something with Foghorn Leghorn, and a cartoon or two with the Three Bears and the Goofy Gophers. As this release seems to be skewing pre-1948 (oh, of course it does!), the only assure there may be of a put up-1948 cartoon past "Beanstalk Bunny" and "His Bitter Half", is the Road Runner and Wile E., for, as each cartoon fan value his or her salt does know, all of the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote cartoons are post-1948. As to Tweety and Sylvester, most of their cartoons are publish-1948. The percentages are in the favour of a Tweety-and-Sylvester post-1948 cartoon. It could be good to see "The Bee-Deviled Bruin" or "What's Brewin', Bruin?" as the Three Bears cartoon- and not "Bugs Bunny and the Three Bears" (I'm so bored with that one). Goofy Gophers could be either pre- or publish-1948. Oh, I'll purchase this Blu-Ray, for "His Bitter Half" and for "Beanstalk Bunny", if for nothing else. And hopefully Warner Brothers is not going to pull the proverbial plug on the brand new vary before it may possibly attain a volume two, three, or 4. As this might be a Warner Archive launch, it is not going to be out there in shops in Canada. And from what I perceive, the only on-the-Internet vendor from which it may be purchased in the U.S., apart from the Warner Archive Store itself, is Amazon.com. As is now being acknowledged in quite a few niches on the web, the release date is certainly May 30. Earlier discussions of a release date much later than that, have evidently been put-paid-to. "Trick or Tweet". Further, it is changing into clear that precedence for this release has been given to cartoons never earlier than on residence video. This being the case, I would expect the Tweety-and-Sylvester cartoon to be "Trick or Tweet". Possibly "Tom Tom Tomcat", provided the stereotypes of Native Americans in it aren't too problematical (I might notice that all of the Native American amount in that cartoon is the Sylvester and Sylvester variants sporting "Indian" attire, within the role of the Native Americans laying siege to trekking pioneers, not actual Native Americans or cariacatures thereof). The Road Runner cartoon on this release might be "Fastest With the Mostest", "Lickety-Splat", "Zoom at the top", or "War and Pieces". Sylvester solo cartoons "A Kiddies Kitty", "Pappy's Puppy", and "D' Fightin' Ones" could be potentialities. For Foghorn Leghorn, we'd see "Henhouse Henery", "Sock a Doodle Do", "The EGGcited Rooster", "Of Rice and Hen", "Feather Bluster", "The Dixie Fryer", "The Slick Chick", and "Mother Was a Rooster". Some Daffy cartoons never earlier than on house video are "Quack Shot", "Aqua Duck", "Fast Buck Duck", and "Good Noose". For the Goofy Gophers, I'd anticipate either "A Bone For a Bone" or "I Gopher You". I count on "Trick or Tweet" with the proviso that the cartoons on the Japanese I like TWEETY DVDs depend as previously-on-residence-video material. If I like TWEETY is not so-counted, then the number of potential Tweety-and-Sylvesters rises significantly. As "Hyde and Go Tweet" was on home video on VHS videotape and laser videodisc, and is on DVD from a VHS master, the possibilities of it being in the first volume of COLLECTOR'S Choice, are nor promising. Sadly. Another Bugs cartoons on this Blu-Ray disc may be "The Unruly Hare", "Pre-Hysterical Hare", "Wet Hare", "Hare-Breadth Hurry", and "Dumb Patrol". A query that needs to be asked. Is there to be a comply with-up quantity is pretty brief order? In the late summer or the autumn? Or, as with the GOLDEN COLLECTIONS, will we solely have one new launch per 12 months? With solely twenty cartoons per launch, this wouldn't do, notably as bodily media is unlikely to be a seller a couple of years from now, if the powers-that-be have their means. I am enjoying my Doctor Who Season 9 Blu-Ray set. The serials of Jon Pertwee's third season, are mostly compromised by deficient video quality because of the lack of the unique PAL videotapes. The restoration group did its greatest with the materials (film recordings, NTSC videotapes) that it had. All 5 of the Season 9 serials have qualities that attraction to me. Story ideas and visuals. And as ordinary, there is a wealth of value-added material, a sizable chunk of which new to this launch. All for right this moment. Sunday, April 2, 2023. The so-called polar vortex has "taken up" everlasting residence over New Brunswick and much of jap Canada. The daytime high temperatures stubbornly won't rise above the mid-single-digits, and the precipitation that falls is snow or ice pellets or freezing rain, falling atop and adding to the ice-filled snowbanks that will not melt. It does not seem like there will likely be snow-free ground till late May at this charge. Regardless of how much the northern hempisphere tilts toward the solar, irrespective of how for much longer the daylight lasts, no matter how much greater the Sun is within the sky, N.B. stays mired in early March weather situations. Because our air keeps coming from the northwest, from northern Quebec and Baffin Island. Because the despicible jet stream persists in staying to the south of Atlantic Canada. Oh, till late May, when it should lastly slide north of us and temperatures will surge from plus five degrees to thirty. From winter to summer season like the flicking-on of a gentle. Until then, I should endure the sight of snow as I stroll, drive my automotive, go about my enterprise. That and the cold northerly winds and snow or ice pellets or freezing drizzle being contemptuously spat into my face. What occurred to the outdated days when there have been strings of days in mid-March when the temperatures went up into the mid-teenagers, melting most of the snow? When in the first week or two of April there were only pockets of snow in shaded areas and parking lots? When pals and that i were outside enjoying baseball in mid-April? When I was mowing our lawn around April 25? Now, it stays March here for weeks after March was presupposed to have "gone out" like both lamb or lion. The hated month that claimed the lives of my relations and pets and the kin of mates, is infuriatingly extended as so as to add to the beleaguered feelings that one has over the direction of the physique politic, the seeming speeding train to totalitarianism, beneath the rule of a dictator whose identify means water hole, whose identify seems to be so beloved by the people of my country that stated dictator needs solely to "run on it" in each election for which his party anoints him candidate for P.M.. Nothing goes at all right today. In my nation or in the entire world. And people just blithely continue their lives with not the slightest concern, branding every credible dystopic outlook as "conspiracy concept", whilst moves proceed to be made toward removing rights and freedoms from the citizenry, and the "jabbing" goes on and on and on, oblivious to the adversarial reactions and excess deaths in all of the countries upon which mandates have been imposed. Oh, I do know that all of us must go on living as finest we are able to. Even as inflation cuts into our finances and we need to "make do" with less. Inflation that is the result of unhealthy insurance policies during a pandemic the sides to which I'm now fully questioning. Even the use of masks, of which I was in favour, is now within the purview of my cynically recalcitrant perspective. The sight of people in masks is turning into nearly as vexing to me as the sight of these dispicible snowbanks. Canada is now no doubt essentially the most COVID-loopy country on the planet. And the craziness is coming from the top office, by way of the "purchased-off" information media, to the masses who still assume the "legacy media" to be paragons of truth and objectivity. I just do not perceive my fellow residents. Why can not they see that something may be very, very improper? When I was in at work on Friday, a co-worker was watching CBC Newsworld's looping information cycle, and out of courtesy to him, I desisted from asking that it's "switched off". I could really feel the tried manipulation, the demoralising, and the "gaslighting" trying to "take hold" of me, like I used to be being "received at", even simply by the tones of voice utilized by the reporters and the anchorwomen, when they have been mentioning anyone or something remotely conservative. Of course, never an acknowledgement of any abuses of political power by the "pure governing celebration". After all not. CBC viewers consider everyone to the political Right of J.T. to be "proper-wing" fanatics with screws loose upstairs. I have neighbours who nonetheless have Liberal indicators on their lawns throughout the federal elections, even after J.T. called the not-"jabbed" every unpleasant word ending in i, s, and t and questioned whether or not such individuals "placing us all at risk" (the place the hell did that logic come from?) needs to be tolerated. To at the present time, adversarial reactions to the needles are not acknowledged, and folks wishing not to die suddenly, are referred to as selfish for having what must be smart fears over a "jab" that did not have the same old seven to ten years of rigourous testing earlier than its "roll out". I admit it. I "bought into" the COVID hysteria again in first and second quarter of 2020. But, then, so had been all of the choice media personalities whom I followed. A few of them started to question the happenings of the declared pandemic by April or May of 2020. Some of them had completed a 180-degree flip by summer season. I started becoming dubious myself when i saw efficient treatments being suppressed, individuals reporting symptoms being despatched residence from hospital and instructed not to return till blue in the face, everybody being informed to await the vaccine. I knew the vaccine talk was bonkers because there had by no means before been an efficient vaccine for a Coronavirus. And because there was no approach that a vaccine could possibly be dominated safe for use after lower than a yr of clinical testing. In a sane world, at least. And yet, there we have been. Roll up, roll up your sleeves, everybody. "Safe and effective," the federal government says. And of course, governments by no means lie. The pharmaceutical companies peddling the product conducted their very own trials (large red flag there) and claimed close to 100 percent efficacy and no worries about harm or demise. And have been given indemnity from any litigation. Gee, why would they need that if the "shots" had been proved safe beyond any cheap doubt? First studies after the initial "roll out" in the U.K. were of hostile reactions. A younger lady "handed out" on camera after being "jabbed". "Nothing to see right here, of us. Take your needles, or else there will probably be consequences." To hell with rules of uncoerced consent, bodily autonomy, and proper of exemption, by which we've lived for generations. "Take the jab or you are fired." "Fired" and unemployable elsewhere, unable to put food on the desk and keep a roof overhead. And now with excess deaths at obscene ranges post-the-"roll out", it can not probably be that insufficient-time-for-safety-testing, "emergency-use-authorised"-only medical product using a expertise never earlier than launched onto a basic inhabitants en masse. Oh, absolutely not! How might it probably be that? Oh, it is the virus itself that's doing this. Oh, sure. Although the surplus deaths solely increased after the introduction of the "jabs", not in the course of the preceding months when the deadlier stains of the virus have been rampant. Yes, right. Precisely what the so-known as "conspiracy theorists" stated can be blamed for the injuries and deaths publish-"roll out". But they're to not be given any credence. After all not. And so it goes. On and on and on with the craziness. And shortly, all opposing factors of view on the web shall be blocked with J.T.'s oh, so nifty Bill C-11. I wish that I could possibly be in a a lot cheerier mood this morning. The information is sweet coming from in-the-know folks as regards LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. I continue to watch and benefit from the Blu-Ray discs within the Doctor Who Season 9 field set. And I've successfully added extra pictures to my memoirs. Era 5 now has new photos of cartoons on Merrie Melodies: Starring Bugs Bunny and Friends, particularly those of the cartoons, "Chow Hound", "Bye, Bye, Bluebeard", and "Caveman Inki", the final of which I used to be ready to acquire off of a High Definition video transfer of a not fully restored movie print, that is accessible on Facebook. Film blemishes aside, it comes near rivalling anything on Blu-Ray in image quality. I would advise cartoon collectors to download the video earlier than it vanishes. "Caveman Inki" has been an exceedingly difficult cartoon to search out in all the years since it was in an episode of Merrie Melodies: Starring Bugs Bunny and Friends in the early nineties. YTV aired it once in 1997 and needed to remove it from circulation very quickly after that, complaints about it having been received most likely inside minutes after broadcast. All the Inki cartoons are thought-about politically incorrect, offencive, due to the unlucky depiction of the Inki character. "Caveman Inki"'s humour, nevertheless, derives primarily from its prehistoric setting and a deadpan Mynah bird eluding chase by Inki and a child lion, and a Stone Age man who "turns up" again and again, collided-into by Inki and the lion. The places are beautiful, the cartoon animation of dinosaurs, the baby lion, a splitting-open mountain, and the Mynah bird is impeccable, and the "Fingal's Cave" music accompanying the gait of the chook, is superlative. But I do acknowledge the political incorrectness within the design of Inki and in him being a savage hunter in a jungle. And so, in the screen grab that I did for an image, simply to have the cartoon represented in some capacity in visuals in my memoirs, I used the Mynah bird, not Inki. I additionally expanded my memories of watching and videotape-recording the Space: 1999 "film", Alien Attack, in early January, 1984. And added some photos of the episodes, "Breakaway" and "War Games", comprising Alien Attack to my early 1984 memoirs of Era 4. I have some reminiscences of the YTV run of Space: 1999 that I haven't as yet shared in my autobiography. And that i shall add those to my life's story in the suitable locations, someday in the days to come back. Wednesday, April 5, 2023. The complete checklist of cartoons for the first quantity of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice, has now been made available for public consumption. Here it is. "The Unruly Hare" "A Tale of Two Mice" "Daffy Doodles" "The Foxy Duckling" "Little Orphan Airedale" "Doggone Cats" "Catch as Cats Can" "Two Gophers From Texas" "What's Brewin', Bruin?" "The Bee-Deviled Bruin" "His Bitter Half" "A Fractured Leghorn" "Stooge For a Mouse" "Cracked Quack" "A Mouse Divided" "Plop Goes the Weasel!" "Beanstalk Bunny" "Greedy For Tweety" "Hip Hip- Hurry!" "Hot-Rod and Reel!" Theatre lobby card for the cartoon, "Hyde and Go Tweet", which, as of April, 2023, has but to be launched in restored state on DVD or Blu-Ray. There are eleven post-1948s and 9 pre-1948s in the mix. Happily, most of the pre-1948s are cartoons that I rather like. So, all is nice, I suppose. But I can not assist however complain that, yet once more, "Hyde and Go Tweet" has been spurned. Why "Greedy For Tweety"? It a minimum of is on one of many Japanese I like TWEETY DVDs. "Hyde and Go Tweet" is not. Neither is "Tweet and Sour", "Tugboat Granny", "Trick or Tweet", and the two Tweety "cheater" cartoons. But what good does me complaining do? It has not labored but. "Hyde and Go Tweet" has to be the Tweety cartoon most desired on DVD or Blu-Ray, not simply on my half however on that of cartoon fans in general. Yet, it continues to be "passed over". I'm completely happy to see "Hip Hip- Hurry!" on the record. It's a Road Runner cartoon that I've been missing since I disposed of the VHS videotape, Road RUNNER AND WILE E. COYOTE: CRASH COURSE, greater than twenty years in the past. It pleases me also to see that "Hot-Rod and Reel!" also is listed. Now, I can dispose of the STARS of SPACEJAM: Road RUNNER AND WILE E. COYOTE DVD. A lot of the other publish-1948s listed are ones that an individual may expect to see release, after having been "shut out" of the rosters of cartoons released to DVD and Blu-Ray. Nothing really comes as a shock. "A Kiddies Kitty", "Mixed Master", "There Auto Be a Law", "I used to be a Teenage Thumb", "Sock-A-Doodle-Do", "Dog Tales", "Lickety-Splat", "Tom Tom Tomcat", "Pre-Hysterical Hare". Those would have been surprises. I pray that this Blu-Ray sells in sufficient quantities for there to be a Volume 2, and that in quantity 2 there might be extra Tweetys, together with "Hyde and Go Tweet". And "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" and "Hyde and Hare", too. After all I'd say that. And so, right here I am, so-doing. Nothing more at present. Thursday, April 13, 2023. I am now ready once once more to see Web page site visitors, and what I'm seeing is moderately disheartening. The one Web pages receiving any appreciable traffic are The Bugs and Tweety Show Page, The Littlest Hobo Page, and my Tweety and Sylvester article. And, as usual, the visitors to those tend not to proceed any additional into my Website. As is known to readers of this Weblog (of which there are very few), the majority of my work on my Website in recent times has been to the eras of my life's story. I have loaded those Web pages with tons of images, photos not only of locations the place I have been or of me as a younger fellow, but images of vintage television programming, business merchandise of yesteryear, and so forth. Items that must have appeal to nostalgists all through Canada and the U.S.. I did a verify, and my Web pages are not being "shadow-banned" at various serps. People simply should not fascinated today with trying backward previous the pandemic, previous the scourge of "cancel tradition", past the corrupting of the body politic and the addling of the minds of so many individuals by a "hard Left" turn of government and media appearing in lockstep. Oh, I do know that there are higher issues to folks, even people not of the "Leftist" persuasion, than previous instances and twentieth century leisure. But I'd have hoped that for a lot-wanted escapism folks would have gravitated no less than in some of their quieter leisure minutes towards issues that reminded them of life of long ago. I guess that I haven't relinquished fully my desire for a few of Generation X to be like me. When, really, I should have done. Way again in my college years. Five Warner Brothers cartoons. From left to right, "The Unruly Hare", "Little Orphan Airedale", "Hip Hip- Hurry!", "Greedy For Tweety", "Stooge For a Mouse". All of them cartoons chosen for the 2023 Blu-Ray, LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. Jerry Beck has supplied the order wherein the cartoons of the first quantity of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice will seem. They usually follow the sample of the GOLDEN and PLATINUM collections. The cartoons of the various characters will likely be bunched collectively, one after the other. The first two cartoons shall be "Beanstalk Bunny" and "The Unruly Hare". After which "Daffy Doodles" and "Cracked Quack". Then, "Little Orphan Airedale". Then, "Hip Hip- Hurry!" and "Hot-Rod and Reel!". And so forth. I do not perceive why an eclectic blend via the Blu-Ray disc, is off the proverbial desk. I might have thought that after the GOLDEN and PLATINUM collections finally failed, that there can be a tendency away from procedures of these. I also have an uneasy feeling that the same folly of the earlier collections, is going to be repeated. Infrequent releases (I do not call one launch per year, frequent). And the second quantity veering away from the late 1940s and the 1950s and toward the nineteen thirties and early 1940s, offering a considerably lesser quantity of post-1948 materials. And the third volume continuing further in that direction. Sales drop. The vary abruptly ends. Hundreds of cartoons hoped-for for shiny digital videodisc, abandoned. After all, the cartoon "buffs" on the discussion forums, are all calling for a concentration in subsequent volumes, upon cartoons of an earlier vintage. The collection of cartoons, put up-1948 for essentially the most part, of the most recognised characters, be damned. I've an uneasy feeling that Mr. Beck will cede to the cartoon "buffs" but again. And down the identical unlucky path we'll go. Three volumes of I really like TWEETY DVDs were launched in Japan within the early 2000s. These are pictures of the entrance covers to these three DVDs. It sure is good that we now have the Japanese I love TWEETY DVDs. Without them, the representation of Tweety on digital videodisc would be the least complete, amongst that of all of the other major characters. When i think of the entire Tweety cartoons not on DVD or Blu-Ray fully restored in North America after twenty years, it is astonishingly excessive. "Hyde and Go Tweet", "Tweety's Circus", "Tweety and the Beanstalk", "A Street Cat Named Sylvester", "Hawaiian Aye Aye", "Tree Cornered Tweety", "Tugboat Granny", "Tweet and Lovely", "The Jet Cage", "Tweet and Sour", "Muzzle Tough", "A Pizza Tweety Pie", "Trip For Tat", "Fowl Weather", "A Bird in a Bonnet", "Catty Cornered", "Tweet Dreams", "Trick or Tweet", "The Rebel Without Claws", "Tom Tom Tomcat". This is nearly half of Tweety's filmography. Is there another major Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies persona so excessive in the number of unreleased-to-DVD-or-Blu-Ray cartoons exterior of Japan? And on COLLECTOR'S Choice so far, Tweety only has considered one of his cartoons thereon. Clearly, there is some kind of bias in opposition to the little yellow chicken. Certainly his cartoons directed purchase one Friz Freleng. The asinine contention that all Tweety cartoons of the Freleng oeuvre, are the identical and are tiresome if viewed one after the opposite, is evidently thought of orthodox and guiding in the selections of cartoons for residence video collections within the U.S. and Canada. One of many contributors to a dialogue proclaimed that collectors do not care about completing series of cartoons with the major characters, and wish to see the obscure cartoons predating the emergence of most of the major characters, dominating the releases. Tweety, and Freleng's Tweety in particular, is constantly lambasted as a character is little enchantment to serious collectors, therefore the overabundance of cartoons of Tweety within the unreleased-on-North-American-DVD-or-Blu-Ray pile. I know that Mr. Beck subscribes to this way of thinking. I remember him famously saying that the DVD focusing totally on Tweety in GOLDEN Collection 2, was not his resolution, that he would have wished for something else. I foresee no change in Tweety's deficient illustration in the digital videodisc home video collections in North America. If there is a second volume of COLLECTOR'S Choice, Tweety can be fortunate to be on that Blu-Ray disc at all. If he is, will probably be only one cartoon. And not "Hyde and Go Tweet". To Mr. Beck's thinking and that of the legions of contributors to the discussions, Tweety's only decent cartoons underneath the directorship of I. Freleng, have all been released in the GOLDEN and PLATINUM COLLECTIONs. Of this stance, I have little to little doubt. It must be straightforward for an individual to "shoot holes" within the all-too-frequent disparagement of the cartoon series of Tweety and Sylvester. All Tweety cartoons are the same. Really? Is "Hyde and Go Tweet" the identical, in setting, gags, story construction, as "Snow Business"? Is "Tweet Zoo" the identical as "Tweety and the Beanstalk"? Is "A Pizza Tweety Pie" the identical as "Satan's Waitin'"? Is "The Jet Cage" the same as "Tweet Tweet Tweety"? Is "Canary Row" the same as "The Rebel Without Claws"? Sheer nonsense. Any wise individual must be able to note the many variations in these pairs of cartoons. Oh, I suppose that a case might be made for associating "Tweet Zoo" with "Tweety's Circus". Or "Fowl Weather" with "Tweet and Sour". Or "Ain't She Tweet" with "Dog Pounded". Or "Sandy Claws" with "Hawaiian Aye Aye". Scenarios in those may be comparable. However the gags are totally different. And the settings in them aren't fully the identical. "Ain't She Tweet" is in Granny's yard; "Dog Pounded" is in a city canine pound. They appear totally different. A circus and a zoo are totally different. Dr. Jekyll's laboratory and the highest of the beanstalk are totally different. A ship and a train are different. The cartoons don't mix into each other as much as the Road Runner cartoons or Pepe Le Pew's cartoons. Or Foghorn's or Speedy's. And yet, all of Pepe's cartoons are on DVD. Most of Jones' Road Runners are on DVD or Blu-Ray. All of the Hippety Hopper cartoons are on DVD. Almost all of Speedy's cartoons previous to his pairing with Daffy, are on DVD. The declare is also that Tweety really shouldn't be standard due to an annoying voice and a bland character. These are subjective claims. One may argue that other characters have annoying voices or tiresome mannerisms. Not that I select to do so, mind. But if one were inclined to not reply favourably, say, to the English accent of Wile E. or the hollering of Yosemite Sam, or Foghorn's loud proclamations, or Pepe's "candy nothings" and one-observe thoughts, one may disparage those characters, I suppose. Tweety is meant to be cute and susceptible, and likewise crafty, feisty, morally admonishing, and a lover of life and all of that life has to offer, whereas in his gilded cage. He just needs to be left alone to enjoy his excursions with Granny, only to have Sylvester disrupt them at each turn. One ought to have the ability to establish with that if one has needed to cope with a bully over and over again. And Tweety is, in any event, just one component of his cartoons. The other is, of course, Sylvester, and in lots of cartoons the emphasis is on Sylvester's frustration in not with the ability to catch Tweety, and his anguish in sustaining grievous damage time and again in the chase, and but being compelled by intuition to proceed the pursuit. The Tweety-and-Sylvester dynamic is most comparable with that of the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote, but with Tweety being more expressive and Sylvester experiencing way more recrimination and angst. And with the settings and conditions being much, much more diverse. But this Weblog has not a readership that can move mountains. I write all of this to "get the words out" for a personal safisfaction in having achieved so. I haven't any kindred spirits within the circles of Warner Brothers cartoon aficionados that bend the ears or appeal to the eyes of Mr. Beck and others. As COLLECTOR'S Choice has emerged and hypothesis on subsequent volumes has ensued, I am seeing the standard arguments trotted out in the usual places on the web, a number of of them by names that do ring a bell. And the all too typical back-slapping of the members of the hive mind. Nobody champions the reason for all of these cartoons that made The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show and its antecedents a rankings winner on Saturday mornings. No. It's all, "More Clampett and Avery on Blu-Ray, please." Those three" hacks" with names of Freleng, Jones, McKimson, who helmed the consituent cartoons of each Saturday morning, U.S. network tv vehicle for Bugs and firm, will be perpetually damned to "also-ran" standing, and the individuals who like their cartoons and need a full set of them, a full set of the cartoons of Bugs, of Tweety, of Sylvester, of Road Runner, of Foghorn, of Speedy, et cetera, can go to hell. I don't oppose there being full illustration of the pre-1948s. But not if it means incomplete collections of the collection of cartoons of the main characters and a few of the minor ones. Every main character ought to have had a full release by now. There must be a full set of Tweety by now. There ought to have been one last year for his eightieth birthday. However the outspoken, prolific-on-discussion-boards faction of cartoon followers bemoaned any mooting of such releases, as a result of the put up-1948s are oh, so bland, ever so uninteresting, and demanded nothing however the Clampett, Avery, and Tashlin cartoons, with possibly a smattering of different cartoons simply to "spherical out" the discharge. They'll win the day. They at all times do. If I complain, I've browbeating by the group made to order. Why not just accept that I'm as illegitimate a follower of the Warner Brothers cartoons as I am as that of Space: 1999? Accept that, be pleased with no matter it is that I've (until Klaus Schwab and J.T. have their method and that i can own nothing), no matter incomplete collections of dismissed cartoons that I do possess, and quietly stroll into the sunset into my twilight years as a hermit? With full data that I can by no means hope to steer anybody of anything. It was folly to think that I could. Cognitive dissonance prevails. Open minds do not exist. People are usually not amenable to impression by aesthetic commentary and interpretation in written essay. They will only reject out of hand anything of an inventive nature that doesn't fit their opinion, and declare the person of different outlook, to be irrelevant, or unacceptable, and "cancel" him. Something Space: 1999-related of late has me in a glum mind-set. Oh, sure, in fact. So shocking! There's a list of Space: 1999 episodes from "best" to "worst" now being flagged on the final Space: 1999 Facebook group seen to me. The primary twenty-four episodes are designated "greatest" and the latter twenty-4 are branded "worst". All however two of the episodes within the "finest" category are Season 1, and all however two of the episodes in the listing of foul distinction, are Season 2. First part of "The Bringers of Wonder" and "Dorzak" of Season 2 managed to show in the checklist of grace, while "Ring Across the Moon" and "The full Circle" of Season 1 have been consigned to the roll call of the damned. Yes, "The Metamorph", "Journey to Where", "The AB Chrysalis", "Seed of Destruction", "The Seance Spectre", and "The Immunity Syndrome" are all "worst" episodes along with the standard drowned-in-venom ones equivalent to "The foundations of Luton", "All That Glisters", "The Taybor", "Brian the Brain", "Space Warp", "A Matter of Balance", et cetera. The individuals at the group are of course "making hay" of it in typical "circle-jerking" trend, invoking all of the usual cliches ("monster of the week" and so forth), maligning every thing Season 2, and doubtless revelling in yet another alternative to "gaslight" and make miserable the "numbskulls" like me who are waste-of-area human garbage (the sooner the planet is rid of us, the better, proper?). What methodology is used to arrive at this checklist? Where are the votes tallied? From what Websites? What was the voting base? I didn't contribute votes to it, to make sure. Others who usually are not so rigidly divided along "seasonal lines" of their preferences, were not polled either, apparently. Oh, I have little doubt of the slant of the fan motion. But surely there should be some people who want "Journey to Where" to "Missing Link". Or "Seed of Destruction" to "Matter of Life and Death". Or "The Seance Spectre" to "Voyager's Return". Or "The Dorcons" to "Alpha Child". Or possibly not. Maybe the bandwagon with the "hate-on" for second season, has absorbed everybody. Everyone, that's, however me, Dean, and a couple of others. There is scant joy to be felt in being an appreciator of the second season. I can see why some individuals would "throw in the towel". It is a miserable existence that I wouldn't want on anyone. And now I have Season 1 used towards Season 2 again, negatively impacting my enjoyment of both. Is not life actually peachy? Anyway, I shall buy LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice and watch this new vary implode by third or fourth quantity (if I'm still on this Earth then, that's). To this point, it's the only thing of curiosity to me known to be coming in second quarter of this year. Tuesday, April 18, 2023. A string of days final week with high temperatures near plus twenty degrees, has eliminated virtually all the snow in Fredericton. Snow still lingers in shaded areas and in parking heaps during which snow was plowed into miniature mountains. I hope that it's not too early to say that the winter of 2022-3 is now displaying its back because it passes by way of the proverbial door. I have been having fun with a time period of respite from updating to my Website. I am not sure if I will return promptly to adding textual content and images to my autobiographical Web pages. I'm not gratified or motivated by the abysmal site visitors statistics for these Web pages. It would depend, I assume, on whether or not some new attainable visual content material becomes accessible, most specifically photos of places of import from my past, or photographs of the covers of books, videotapes, DVDs, et cetera., that have been hitherto not to be found on the internet. There's always the possibility of recent footage of locations of my yesteryears, although additions to the availability of those at locales on the World Wide Web that had been somewhat a boon to me previously, have not been abundantly forthcoming now for some while. All of this mentioned, I have allocated a bit of time to adding some photos to my Weblog. So that it seems to be less sparse within the image division. Alas, I can not say that traffic to my Weblog has been any more encouraging of me to commit substantial time to contributing to it. But I do have some ruminations to write down. Continuing from my laments about the cognitive dissonance blanketing the world. I have just lately heard somebody say that the extra of an emotional investment that an individual has in a perspective, the extra steadfast that she or he is in clinging to that viewpoint within the face of evidence to the opposite. And the more intolerant that she or he is toward persons proclaiming some contradictory observations, intuitions, facts, or reasoning. Individuals who assume emotionally are oblivious to purpose and proof toward any speculation that runs counter to their ideas on a selected topic. Cognitive dissonance is a product of that, and it thickens with the numbers of people going along with or outspokenly upholding the popular outlook or "narrative". Fans of entertainments do seem to me most rigidly hooked up to how they really feel, and most unresponsive, or most vehemently closed-minded, when introduced with a perspective not aligning with theirs. The Space: 1999 Season 1 pundits of hate-stuffed disregard for Season 2 are emotionally invested of their resentment of forty-six, forty-seven years ago, decide that resentment to be righteous, and have been entrenching that resentment into their world view and of their self-picture, for therefore lengthy, so very long, that there will not be a snowflake's probability in Hades that they may budge in any means of their determination to lambaste every thing Season 2 and belittle persons who like it. And they're in the presence of others of the same thoughts who praise them on continuing to proclaim the most bellicose berating of second season. It was naive folly to assume that any of those people can be reasoned-with, persuaded to forged one thing other than a damning eye over the twenty-4 episodes of the second manufacturing block of Space: 1999. I admit to having the same tendency to be emotional, typically not less than, about entertainments that captured my imaginative fancy and which have been vital parts to my best years in my upbringing and to facets of my personality. But with regard to Space: 1999 and its diverse style, my tastes are eclectic sufficient to forestall me from turning into stubbornly adherent in an all-reward-for-this, all-scorn-for that method, to an outlook branded more than 4 decades in the past. Cognitive dissonance does not impair me as much because it does others. I enjoy each seasons, I see the advantage in them both, I acknowledge that they have been made by imperfect women and men to a timetable and therefore do have faults (and to argue that one is perfect and the opposite wholly faulty, is foolish, to say the least). I at all times was receptive to some new way of taking a look at the fabric, equivalent to that advanced by Dean. I may not have warmed to the very best degree to the "Mysterious Unknown Force" concept and related story arc in Season 1, however I don't reject it outright. Were it not used as a weapon against Season 2, I can be rather more enthusiastic about it. Front cover to challenge quantity six of Starlog journal. The problem of Starlog for June, 1977. Likely made obtainable in shops in May of similar year. For many of the followers then of Space: 1999, this specific subject of Starlog was the possible means by which information of the cancellation of production of Space: 1999 was found. I used to be not conscious of the existence of Starlog till November, 1978. I cannot say for sure whether Starlog was on the shelves of stores within the places (the Miramichi area and Fredericton) the place I resided, in any of the months previous to 1978's November. Nevertheless it didn't come into my field of view earlier than then, if it had been in shops in my areas. I used to be subsequently not aware in May or June of 1977 that Space: 1999 had "bitten the mud", when many one other individual was. My information of the cessation of the making of Space: 1999, didn't come until September 23, 1977, when i read of it in an area newspaper. I had already been given trigger to suspect that Space: 1999 was not going to have a 1977-eight season, when no new episodes of it have been being telecast earlier that month, when instead of that, the episodes now (i.e. in the latter half of that month) being aired on CBC Television have been these of the initial season of 1975-6. The newspaper article confirmed what I used to be surmising. It was still distressing information, to be sure. But my response to the news was reasonably different from that of most fans of the television programme. Somehow, the discovery in 1977 that Space: 1999's production had been cancelled, didn't have an effect on me because it did so many others. Not that I did not love Space: 1999 at the moment. Quite the opposite. I was enamoured with it greater than I was with anything. It had a firm grip upon my imagination. Seeing all the episodes was imperative. My anticipation in the hours and minutes prior to every broadcast, and my feeling of devastation when denied a broadcast no because of CHSJ, have been profound. I used to be in search of most fervently each piece of Space: 1999 merchandise available. I wanted the Space: 1999 universe to be as popular as that of Star Trek. To make sure, the information that production of Space: 1999 had been terminated, coming at me in a newspaper on 23 September, 1977, was distressing. But I knew from earlier experience with Planet of the Apes that tv shows of an imaginative nature could be fleeting. I knew Space: 1999 to have had two full seasons, many, many more episodes than Planet of the Apes had had, and I used to be now being provided occasion to view episodes of the first season in English, and many episodes of it that I had not earlier than seen in French. My thrill at having that was already serving to me via among the worst faculty days that I had skilled, and there was promise, barring CHSJ capriciousness, of many extra Saturday hours of improbable discovery. I was not mourning the demise of the tv present as a presently produced product, anyplace near as a lot as other individuals have been. I got here to terms quite shortly with that truth, and was grateful for the forty-eight episodes that there have been. I had not hated Season 2. It was by way of Season 2 that my fandom for Space: 1999 had flowered. It is true that my experience of avidly following Season 1 on CBC in 1977-eight had eclipsed considerably my earlier experience with Season 2. After which, there was the return of Cosmos 1999 in 1979 beginning with Season 2, and that i rediscovered my fancy for Season 2, along with a feeling of nostalgia for it and my seminal viewings of it. While I still craved more occasions to experience Season 1, which I preferred somewhat over Season 2 for a considerable time frame. There is no such thing as a hostility in me towards either season or towards any episode, character, et cetera. The emotional investment that I have is with the tv sequence as a complete and in my immense fondness for it as a part of some of my greatest occasions as a youngster. In fact, it may very well be argued that this emotional investment impairs my means to just accept different, opposing points of view as tenable. But I have greater than emotion in my corner. I've observable details. I do not need hatred in my soul for the man who ringed some changes. Though I do bear a distinct grudge for the people who used my explicit love for Space: 1999 as a mechanism for assault. But I will say again, that I do have observable facts, not mere opinions or unremitting (for four many years) negativity on the question of the two seasons. And still the attacks continue. After all they do. There may be an emotional funding of the vast majority of Space: 1999 fans in the hatred for Season 2 and having it persist. And may any admirers of Season 2 be "gaslit" or demoralised by it, a lot the better. The fewer folks that there are who respect second season, the happier the that nearly all of fans are. I've come to a a lot better understanding of human nature prior to now three years, and it is not an understanding that significantly edifies me. Quite the other. When folks can be made to suppose emotionally, have cognitive dissonance, and have scapegoats, human nature is very ugly indeed. Well, now it's all out within the open. https://nationalpost.com/opinion/public-health-agency-of-canada-report-calls-for-toppling-of-capitalism-liberty Capitalism and liberty, as in the liberty of the person, are to be toppled, are they? As per manifesto of the Health Department? Well, now, the authoritarian, draconian response to COVID-19 pushed by the Canadian well being company, now makes excellent sense, does it not? Not as a method for keeping the public "protected" from a virus, but as a political motion towards remodeling Canada out of free-market financial system, client choice, and freedom and autonomy of the person particular person, into a centrally managed economic system a la Communism of the Bolshevik model, individuals only allowed certain purchases (if even that), and an authoritarian regime that not respects the rights of the individual. Crush the free-market economic system with "lockdowns", acclimitise the people into having their rights as individuals subverted, with coercion to do something to their our bodies that they want not to must do (and punishment if they do not comply), and totalitarian clamp-downs towards peaceful meeting. The folks may not have voted for any of it, however here it is. Here it is being overtly referred to as-for by Health Canada, a government company, and the nation is already quite far along in "getting there". This can be a repudiation of the ideas of the Canadian nation for which men died on battlefields final century. It is the very authoritarian collectivist ideology that my father and others of his generation served within the army to protect Canada from within the Cold War. It's the ideology that lead to the atrocities of many a Communist and fascist country last century. And that is what the election of the J.T. Liberals has introduced us Canadians to, in 2023. The well being company of our nation proclaiming that free-market capitalism and liberty are to be toppled. And arguing even that everybody born into a family descended from Europeans is hereditarily guilty of land theft, is an occupier. Gee, may this be the call to dispossess and remove some folks from society? It sure sounds prefer it, does it not? To make sure, Canada is now in the grip of ideologues with ideas which can be antithetical to the very principles which might be the bedrock to the prosperous and free method of life of the West, to which so many individuals got here from Communist countries within the twentieth century in hopes of a greater life. And it has been so since 2015. And sadly, I don't suppose that it is feasible now to alter course. Every institution of the nation appears to have been corrupted and infiltrated by individuals of the identical destructive ideology. And i would not anticipate salvation from the country to the south. It will not be as far gone, yet, however it's on the identical darkish path. The Chinese authorities model would look like the one that the ideologues wish to undertake. Did not J.T. say that he admires China for "basic dictatorship". How may Canadians have been so gullible, so naive, so hypnotised by the Trudeau name and "dreamy" hair and guarantees of authorized marijuana? Well, they had been. And they continue to be, I might say. This goes not just for Liberal voters but in addition these of the brand new Democratic Party "propping up" the Liberal minority government. Half, or greater than half, of the people who bother to solid a ballot, voted for those two events in 2015, 2019, and 2021. And the rest of us have to undergo the results. And, oh, are we going to endure! Nothing good will come of toppling free-market capitalism and the liberty of the individual. When has history proven anything good to come of that? Ah, but do folks even know historical past anymore? Now that it is out within the open, will people be outraged? Worried, even? No. Canadians will go down in history as essentially the most foolish folks ever on this Earth. They'd a free and affluent country with a typical of living second to none, that was the envy of the world. A rustic where folks may personal what they needed, be what they wanted, stay where they needed, go the place they wished, and inside wise legal limits, do what they wished. They usually threw it away and turned like Lenin's Russia or Mao's China. Worse, actually, as the technology now exists for it to be a whole lot worse. One constructive factor that I will say is that people I know are actually questioning the COVID response and all of the mandates and so forth. With no prompting from me. And they're acknowledging that it was extra about control than with stopping a respiratory virus. But what occurs if once again there's a novel virus and a pandemic? In, say, the following eighteen months? Will folks be suspicious and refuse to go along? And even if they do refuse, will it then be too late to cease governments from going full-on Josef Stalin or Pol Pot? By rights, the individuals at Health Canada espousing these awful aims, should be rebuked, if not faraway from their positions for not really having the public interest at heart. How in God's name is ridding people of liberty and individualism in the public curiosity? How is collapsing the only economic system that has brought real prosperity for decades to most (not all, admittedly, however most) peoples of the world, in the general public interest? No doubt J.T. agrees with this topple-capitalism-and-liberty manifesto. Canada, this is what you elected in 2015. Buyer's remorse this late within the day, can don't have any constructive consequence. Saturday, April 22, 2023. This past weekend, I had one of those epiphanies that one has at sure times in one's life. Confronting one's mortality more than ever earlier than and baring one's soul earlier than God, acknowledging every unkind, merciless, or downright sinful, evil phrase or deed in one's life. It is human nature to sin, so the Lord says. But sins can be forgiven if one is sincerely penitent, and strives to sin no extra. I cannot be so vain as to assume that my sins are fewer or much less critical than those of others. As I went by the eras of my life figuring out one transgression after one other, I was particularly aware of what an terrible youngster that I was. Are the sins of childhood less damning than these of more senior years? The punishments that life has meted out to me, would suggest not. In my autobiography, I "gloss over" most of my much less esteemed behaviours. And it may very well be argued that I glorify my actions of the less deplorable sort, while at the identical time bemoaning method a lot the tendencies or particular person deeds of others that impacted me in one thing apart from a optimistic way. I judge individuals. And we shouldn't choose lest we be judged. And judged by the same standards that we apply to others. So Jesus did say. All of this is undeniable, for my life's story is a heap of recriminations of other folks, while I criticise myself nowhere near sufficient. I am undoubtedly not sin-free in adulthood, and the adulthood sins are certainly not sins that would possibly be stated to be born of ignorance of the Golden Rule, or born of naivete, of diffidence, et cetera. I used to be so aghast at myself for the variety of failings that I manifest by my life, that I puzzled the way it was potential that I had anyone in any respect who favored me. My mother and father had not any choice, any moral choice, within the matter, however everyone else has in the end found me to be eager to an extent that I used to be now not desirable firm. I questioned the propriety of penning so long an autobiography for a life so replete with blighting, hurtful imperfection in the primary particular person. I "took down" my memoirs and my Weblog for a time. They have been reinstated for now, in deference to the quantity of effort in showcasing the visible beauty of so many locations and issues and imagined worlds, and in putting into phrases the impressions made unto me by these. And my story does have cultural significance as a "time capsule" of a long time of the latter half of the twentieth century, as time that should not be forgotten. Especially now, with the Western manner of life underneath a lot attack. My autobiography wants to come back under a much, far more self-important lens. And that i need to "tone down" my statements as regards the faults of different people who got here into my life alongside the way. Most particularly those that selected to keep firm with me for significant intervals of time. People who thought me attention-grabbing sufficient to spend their time with, and who, in some instances, thought-about me a friend. I do not relish doing an extensive rewrite of my memoirs. Maybe I want to do that, or maybe a brand new contextualisation of it all in a vital analysis of it, right here in entries in this Weblog, can be ample. After all, the autobiography, largely written in 2005 and expanded numerous instances since then, is part of my flawed history in and of itself. And historical past shouldn't be erased. It ought to be understood and learned-from. So, what precisely are these sins that I reference? Cruelty. Lack of regard for the feelings of others. Preoccupation with my own viewpoint and neglect of those of others. Acquisitiveness and perfectionism causing harm to the sensitivity of others. Insufficient sentimentality at instances when such was needed, me deferring as an alternative to my need to have issues. A tendency to either "lash out at" or "freeze out" individuals I assumed have been spurning me or subordinating me to others. "Caving" to the diktats of a friend, or associate, and hurting someone else. Wilfully retaliating passive-aggressively at people as a substitute of "turning the opposite cheek". And plenty of extra deplorable behaviours. My childhood and early adult years were a litany of them. I used to be something but a perfect, always nicely-behaved baby. Sometimes I may become "carried away" in some match of pique and, in a deficit in empathy, do some very unkind, even merciless, issues. I feel intense remorse about this, and do ask myself what may have "come over" me. Some people, perhaps many people, would say that I was merely "spoiled rotten". An solely-baby indulged too typically by doting dad and mom. And yet additionally suffering from a lack of self-confidence and a want to compensate for that by being the centre of consideration in my very own fiefdom. And turning into very agitated when denied that. Or insecure when I believed I might be challenged because the elder grasp of my fiefdom. Even being spurned by my cat could ship me into a "tizzy". I was not a monster a hundred p.c of the time. No. My dad and mom would certainly have intervened punitively had I been that. But neither was I saintly sufficient to be judging others from a high pedestal. Others had their faults, and i had mine. I may and doubtless did have more faults than my mates. Douglastown had been a place where I largely found acceptance and happiness and did not continuously descend into my less benign behaviours (I still did, though, sometimes). The transfer to Fredericton and frustrations there in "fitting in" and associates being moderately much less keen than those in Douglastown, to adhere to my preferred gadgets, tastes, mindsets, or actions, with me being of a paramount import, had me "falling again" upon tendencies that one would wish to see me transcend, depart behind me, as I developed by my late juvenile years and adolescence. My faults have been mostly those of ego-centricity and inadequate empathy, and a tendency to react with intense petulance or bitter brooding (the latter, primarily, from early adolescence and past) when not "having my very own approach", or when feeling insufficiently beloved or admired. Some friends might deliver forth the better of my qualities, while others could evoke my less desirable tendencies. If I felt that someone had wronged me, my capability for either nastiness or sullenness would positively be triggered. That was me. It was me in the entire childhood eras of my life, and even a few of my grownup ones. For a lot of the time, in the corporate of individuals I preferred and from whom I wished mutual liking and respect, I saved my darker half in verify, or hidden. However, if individuals knew learn how to carry my much less agreeable self to the fore, and chose to do so to cause me to diminish myself within the eyes of individuals for whom I had affection, they would do it, in the event that they have been unfavourably inclined the place I used to be involved. Most of my unkindly behaviours were at their most quite a few in the years between my ages of eleven and twenty-5. Not a hundred p.c of the time, I hasten to say again. But I wish that they could have been manifest far, far less often than they were. I do reference a few of my ignoble acts in my autobiography. I harm my budding friend, Joey, in 1979 by turning him away at the behest of Tony. And on other events solely on my own, shortsighted path. After which failed to understand Joey's subsequent actions and spurned him for them. I am responsible of snubbing Joey in later years because I used to be offended at not receiving precedence in his attention, and was hypocritical in my stance due to how I treated Joey in the earliest years of our friendship. I was not at all times a paragon of good sportsmanship on the baseball diamond. Others were not so, too, and that fostered a few of my disagreeable ways in the playing of the Abner Doubleday sport of the 4 bases and the pitched and hit horsehide. A few of them would go into a game with categorical objective of humiliating me with a resounding defeat of me and my crew. But I'm in no position to guage others for poor sportsmanship. I had offended words for a youthful first baseman when he dedicated an error on what should have been a simple play, me, the pitcher, lobbing the ball to him to register an out. When he fumbled the ball, I "exploded" at him in a rage. After all, the loss of a game did usually lead to disparaging remarks flung in my path, and, not desirous to lose and incur such disparagement, I used to be most determinedly insistent upon winning. Nevertheless it was a horrible "meltdown" that almost all actually hurt the younger first baseman. That was sometime in 1980 or 1981. My frustration with the slump in which I used to be mired in 1986 and 1987 had me playing with an depth that was most likely quite "off-putting" to the others on the field. I had lack of assist from others, it's true, solely possible taunts and diminuation of my worth in the neighbourhood. But I must have moderated my approach to the game, and if I couldn't, then ought to not have performed in any respect. Or I must have made my participation conditional on there being no disparagement. And that i ought never to have disparaged others, at any time in my lengthy tenure on the baseball turf. Almost everybody I knew did not practice finest sportsmanship both. But I was the elder amongst everyone taking part in. It behooved me to be a good example of everyone-have-enjoyable and it-does-not-matter-if-you-win-or-lose and to not be an abrasive ass or an intensely aggressive, un-enjoyable-to-be-around monster. "Bad Ol' Putty Tat", "Tweet Tweet Tweety", "Room and Bird", and "Hoppy Daze". Four cartoons from which footage was procured to be used in crafting the opening to the CBS television network's Saturday A.M. 1976-7 Sylvester and Tweety television programme, which was one of the enticements concerned in my determination to assist my mother and father in relocating from Douglastown to Fredericton in 1977. My most egregious sin of lack of consideration for the emotions of others, was my opting to help the choice to maneuver from Douglastown to Fredericton in 1977. Arguably the course path most altering and ruinous to my life. In my final twelve months in Douglastown, I was lacking in sentimentality. I used to be pushed extra, much, rather more, by materialism, acquisitiveness, selfish desires to have things more abundantly, more readily. I thought pragmatically in these regards. Sentimentality on my half for folks was sorely in brief supply. I had some. I missed my dad and mom and my buddy, Michael, when I used to be staying with my grandparents in the course of the March Break of 1977. And that i acted on that with an early return to Douglastown. But the sentimentality would wane all too simply when I was in my house space. Even inside the perfect 12 months of the perfect period of my life. It was no drawback in any respect for my parents to realize my help for relocating to Fredericton, what with The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Sylvester and Tweety on cable television being a consideration, and purchasing in giant malls various times every week, and prepared access to quick meals from McDonald's and A & W. I failed my associates in not protesting separation from them in the move. I was all-too-liable to relinquish my shut, day by day, in-particular person connection with them. A couple of them sought continued contact with me through correspondence, and i followed their lead in that, for two or three years. But I used to be not inclusive sufficient or motivated enough in pursuing continued rapport with all of my old pals publish-transfer. My buddies of my best years doubtless had been damage by my lack of expressed opposition to transferring, certainly my avowed approving of similar. I used to be in all probability seen as "strolling out" on them. And that i failed to "be in contact" over the years. The 1980s from July, 1980 till 1988 have been a time of zero association with people of my Douglastown years. And i solely returned to their lives after my Fredericton social existence had fizzled. I can not blame them for being essential, in the event that they have been, of my sudden interest in re-establishing friendship and having a current-day relationship with them once more. Sincere although I used to be that I had ultimately found my nostalgia for Douglastown past the Space: 1999 proxy torch for such that I had carried at some point of my elimination from my former habitat and from my many cohorts there, I believe that they may have been questioning, and rightly so, if I might have come back to Douglastown and to them had my Fredericton society not crumbled. It was a sin to not contest the decision to maneuver. Maybe I could have prevented it; maybe I could not have carried out. But I owed it to my friends to strive. And I did not. I failed them. I harm them. After which, when Michael was crucial of me in 1980 when he was staying with me, I failed totally to humble myself. Rather, I became unremittingly and caustically defensive. And i refused to say farewell to him when we parted. Which my mother assured me that I might dwell to regret. She was proper. And the worth of everlasting loneliness that I now pay, is justly, Karmically, mine. If we had not moved, so lots of the sins that I'd go on to commit, would not have come to go. The Don Music character of Sesame Street, who would go into a tirade of, "Oh, I'll by no means get it right! Never, never, Never!!!!" This was me as I used to be endeavouring to realize perfection in my videotape-recordings. An ailing-tempered, perfectionist Kevin McCorry was difficult for his mom to cope with in the epoch of the house video software program, the videocassette. I've mentioned the Lord's identify in vain more than I can rely. I coveted the possessions of others. I did not at all times honour my mother and father, arguing with them numerous instances, often over my confounded perfectionism in my gathering of videotape. I used to be just like the Don Music Muppet character of Sesame Street "on steroids". "Oh, I'll never get it proper! Never, by no means, Never!!!!" Bang!!! My mother struggled to cope with my offended proclamations at the finding of what I judged to be insupportable flaws in my videotape-recordings. And I was wanting being understanding and obliging of her. Far short. I have lied. I have gossiped. In certainly one of my matches of outrage over "glitchy" videotape-recordings, I even supplied my soul to the satan if I could have a perfect videotape assortment of the Warner Brothers cartoons. Perfection was by no means achieved, and i relinquished my videotapes of the cartoons a few years in the past, believing that DVD would supersede them and be the means by which a full and perfect assortment of the cartoons was doable (well, it is thought that that by no means materialised; so, I suppose my soul is secure from the devil's clutches for my horrible offer of a Faustian deal; I don't have a full and good collection, which subsequently means my soul will not be destined for eternal, infernal bondage; not less than, I hope that it isn't). Most of the sins revealed in this paragraph had been in my adulthood. My early twenties. They can't be excused by being a minor. Not that my Karma is prone to excuse them even if I were. My acquisitive nature is considered one of my most devastating failings. Little question my mother and father would concur on this. And yet, my gathering efforts did present something to which to commit consideration, "taking my mind off of" the neglect or the spurning of me by longtime buddies and my ensuing deficiencies of social life. Was that good or dangerous? I would have discovered the isolation so rather more unbearable without the home video media assortment to occupy my ideas. But then once more, it would have been higher if I might have one way or the other, indirectly, regained a agency foothold in my friends' lives. I should have tried much, way more to do this, and humble myself as a lot as I would need to do, to realize a full rapprochement with associates of Eras 2 and four (assuming of course that they had it of their hearts to forgive my wretched misdeeds of the past). But we had good occasions, yes. I had good instances. The universe was really going my means for awhile, and I was able to prevail over detractors on the baseball area with humble, quiet aplomb. I had some enormous successes in attracting comers to my video exhibits. I did some good deeds. I refused to listen to Steven when he tried to "talk me out of" being friends with Joey. And that i opted not to inform Joey about it in some bid to "score factors". I had people on our street signal a card welcoming Tony and his household dwelling after a chronic rehabilitation of their house after a fire. The good things that I have carried out for Space: 1999 have already been specified in my memoirs. There were many days when I didn't lapse into my repellent tendencies. Most of my days have been freed from any deplorable actions. But all-advised, I used to be a flawed individual of solely-little one upbringing and "spoiled", scarcely empathetic personality for all too long a time. But I am not so vain, so lacking in self-consciousness, to not be capable of see this. I'm not sociopathically oblivious to my faults and their results. I don't look again upon my past with rose-colored glasses. If others, if my erstwhile mates, wish to take action upon their past and choose my autobiography to be offencive in its revealings of their imperfections and our lesser esteemed times collectively, then perhaps this "speaks to" their capacity for vainglory. But whoa! Surely that is about me. Well, my behaviours did not occur in a vacuum. True, I should have reacted in another way to many conditions. But the conditions were not solely of my creation. The actions of my mates and others elicited responses from me, a few of them honourable, others not. Then once more, their actions weren't in a vacuum both. Actions on my part might to some extent have been had been a contributing factor, or perhaps the contributing factor, in theirs. And so it goes, I guess. People reading this may say, most likely, that I should not "beat up on myself" over the past. Live in the current and look to the future. In J.T.'s Canada, what future? But I ought to not digress. The actual fact is that the previous and the outcomes thereof are nonetheless a dominant element of my life in the present. And there may be, or probably is, a quantifiable affect of my behaviours upon my pals' development and their lives as we speak. I am estranged from my previous mates as a result of past. With my dad and mom deceased and with me being brotherless and sisterless, my outdated associates are the one folks approximating household, and that i misplaced them due to things that occurred up to now. And that i really feel sure that forgiveness for me is just not in their hearts. Nor is there the humility to acknowledge that they have been imperfect themselves. Little question my autobiography, if they are aware of it, is a source of further resentment, animus, even, toward me, in them. And they will live with out me very, very well. My import to them is virtually nil. They have siblings and different friends who had been or are better than I. What incentive have they to increase an olive department, or to simply accept one from me? And even if they do, what then? They may see me as soon as. One time. And that is all. Before lengthy, I will probably be starving for firm again. Things would possibly, in all probability would, be so much different if I had not been such an awful individual at critical occasions of my existence. My solitude of in the present day and all of the "hits" that I incur attributable to my lengthy attachment to certain entertainments, are evidently my lot in life, my Karmic punishment for my failings of years ago. But again I go to the question of my autobiography. Does it glorify the historical past of an egocentric, empathy-poor, sometimes merciless individual? And if it does, is that an unfortunate requirement for maintaining the availability of a culturally vital private historical past? That I'm deliberating thusly is, hopefully, a sign that I'm not up to now gone as to be damned by God. Why fuss, why hand-wring, a lot over part of my Website that might, at finest, have somebody look at one of its constituent parts (i.e. eras) as soon as a week- and even then, maybe just for the photographs, not the text? Surely my consideration is finest targeted upon the online pages for the entertainments themselves. I are likely to disagree. That is a private Website, and my love for those entertainments that compelled me to write about them, is a private factor. And probably the most private elements of my Website are the eras of my life's story. Those eras tell how my love for the entertainments came into existence and developed over the years, alongside my social life and all of its highs and lows, and the overall tableau of the Zeitgeist of yesteryears, and the entire entertainment that it fostered, wants remembering. And each of my favourite entertainments have been, in their heydays, disseminated within that total tableau. They ought, partly a minimum of, to be understood in this explicit mild. And my love for them, also. That, too, must be understood. And maybe, someday, there shall be extra curiosity in my Website's autobiographical sections than there's now. Oh, I do know. It appears unlikely. With the determination of the regime at the moment in power to erase the previous from the collective reminiscence, and people displaying scarcely any resistance to that, it is unlikely that there is to be a rise in interest in days gone by, days of the final century. No less than not until there may be an awakening among the many lots that the current regime is antithetical to Western values. After which a wish on the part of individuals to look backward for solace or inspiration, in the occasions of strife because the masses attempt to throw off of their backs the monkey that was positioned there by the "gaslighters". Ah, however I drift again into politics. But I can absolve myself of some personal recrimination by saying that I didn't contribute to the coming to power of the present regime. I did not vote for it in 2015, 2019, 2021. And that i tried to persuade others not to take action. What it is doing to the ethical fabric and economy of the country, I had no part in, I can say with confidence. And I am conscious more than ever earlier than of my shortcomings and attempt not to repeat my past sins. "Trying to do better," as Peter Parker stated to Dr. Octavius in a latest Spider-Man movie. My survival of the pandemic being without human firm in residence and office and without a diminuation in my resolve to proceed trying to do better as I "carry on" residing, should garner some quantity of respect. I have a power to me that one may not have thought that I had. I cope with being alone each single day. What deficient existence that my life selections have brought me to, I am bearing. It doesn't mean that I should like it. Or that I should meekly sit on my hands while louts just like the Space: 1999 fans hurl invective and "gaslight" in perpetuity. Fred Freiberger was a very good man. He deserves so much better than the hate-crammed sorties of the un-endingly choleric pundits of Season 1 Space: 1999. He has been useless now for twenty years, by the way in which. Twenty years this previous March. There's no doubt that nasty folks do exist, and I used to be one of them all too many times. Having acknowledged that, all that I can do is to attempt all the time to be a greater particular person, even when only in my solitary existence. The autobiography on my Website may proceed to exist, but with a proviso. My confessions here must be utilized to the autobiography as it is presented, to border it in a completely truthful context. It's the autobiography of a really flawed, "spoiled" only-youngster scarcely comprehending of the perspectives and sensitivities of others, who fell in love with sure works of leisure and didn't let go of that love at the same time as his unwise, even merciless choices and their consequences put him solitarily in the road of verbal fire for overtly esteeming these works. Thursday, April 27, 2023. This past week, in most of my time at home, I've been watching the National Citizens Inquiry (NCI) on the government response to the Coronavirus pandemic. https://nationalcitizensinquiry.ca/nci-stay/ Governments and news media are in fact refusing to acknowledge it, persevering with to "push" the "jabs" as "safe and effective" and contending that it was the proper transfer to emulate the Chinese Communist mannequin and "lock down" the population. It's intestine-wrenching to listen to the testimony of so many everyday Canadians and how the mandates impacted them, their households, their workplaces. And so disheartening that these hearings are only receiving just a few hundred views each day (on Facebook, not less than). I'm so damned, so Goddamned, tired, of the apathy and ignorance of the gradual-witted people of Canada. This country will richly deserve the tyranny and atrocities that are coming if the citizens don't train their rights as folks born in freedom beneath God, and summon some good, old-fashioned morality, and stop permitting corrupt politicians and "purchased-off" news media to divide them, "gaslight" them, manipulate them into accepting an increasing number of government overreach. The J.T. authorities has "rammed by" its Internet censorship invoice. It wants to disarm the population. It has signed onto a U.N. document on pandemic response by which people like me may not be so lucky subsequent time that a virus is released from a laboratory. It is probably not attainable next time to say no to a mandated sequence of "jabs". If governments are usually not held accountable for what they inflicted upon their people in response to a respiratory virus with a fatality fee around one percent (if even that) largely for the very previous and really frail, then what occurred over the last three years, will occur once more. Only worse. My attraction to my Canadian readers, what few there are, is to watch these hearings, inform others about them, share Hyperlinks to them. Try to awaken as many good people as possible. There are good people in Canada beneath the fog of the federal government "narrative" broadcast in a loop on CBC Newsworld, et cetera. And, sure, there are folks so indoctrinated as to be too far gone. Maybe we will at least outnumber them, sooner or later in time before the country falls fully to digital identifications, digital currencies, social credit scores, closed-off cities, and zero rights to refuse dangerous injections. Nothing extra for in the present day, Saturday, April 29, 2023. Sunday, April 30, 2023. And another April is coming to an end. The weather yesterday was splendid, with sunshine and temperatures close to plus twenty degrees Celsius. Sadly, the arrival of May goes to be met with a string of rainy days and reducing temperatures, going all the way down to single digit high temperatures by Wednesday. There are nonetheless some mounds of snow in the circles of some court streets and some parking heaps. My third era memoirs have been updated. I did a "toning down", as promised, to erstwhile good friend description. And i added pictures, of the two-part Star Trek episode, "The Menagerie", and of The Muppet Musicians of Bremen and Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas, amongst my memories of the RCA VideoDiscs. I also did some text corrections in identical life period. I suggest to return, briefly, to my long ruminations of two Weblog entries in the past. I am going to "stroll back", considerably, my self-recrimination over not "retaining in contact" with my mates in Douglastown. Of course, had we not moved, had we stayed in Douglastown, then this would not be a consideration. But having relocated to Fredericton as we did, I didn't maintain a presence in Douglastown and a reference to every buddy there. This, nevertheless, was not fully a matter totally in my hands. My mother and father were not supportive of the idea of me returning numerous instances a year to Douglastown and visiting with every good friend I had there. Having labored an extended week at their jobs, they weren't at all eager on the thought of chauffeuring me to the Miramichi region and going with me to each pal's home. Not simply due to the time involved in that, but also the price of gasoline, put on and tear on the vehicle, and in addition a hotel keep, if we have been to be there for an entire weekend. As issues did transpire, we went to the Miramichi in May of 1978, May of 1979, and April of 1984. On the last of those, I did not try to go to any old good friend, believing as I did that after having not seen me for so a few years, nobody would wish to "meet up" with me again then. "People develop apart,", my mom would usually say. And after my "falling out" in 1980 with Michael, I did not want to need to go through such a thing again with someone else. Nostalgia had not grown enough yet to counter such concerns, as it might later in the 1980s. In 1978, I had visited Michael when within the Miramichi area with my dad and mom, and in 1979 I visited Evie. My different buddies, I didn't see again until 1988 or 1989, and in some circumstances, I by no means noticed them once more. In making the move to Fredericton, my mother and father did, I believe, intend a "clear break" and a "contemporary begin", no looking back on the past. They did not maintain contact with any of their previous buddies. My mother, I should say, was very cynical when it got here to friendship. She would usually say to me that I used to be not as pal-endowed in Douglastown as I assumed, and that the pals I had did not charge me as extremely as I believed them to have completed. They'd easily forget me, she said. So, I should do the same. Still, my parents have been willing to pay for postage stamps and stationary so that I might correspond with the two friends, Michael and David F., keen to be my pen pals. And the occasional lengthy-distance telephone name to Michael, and bus fare for one go to with him (in November of 1977, on what I will name "Dragon's Domain" weekend). I doubt that they can be as accommodating if I had considerably extra individuals to jot down to, speak long-distance with, or go 100 miles to visit. They may need allowed for one, perhaps two more mates. Maybe. They would even have been concerned with the time I would have spent writing letters instead of going outside to play, exercise, and grow a social life in our new surroundings. Maybe two pals was the limit. And I believe that they, definitely my mom, totally anticipated that ultimately, a yr or two or three down the road, my correspondence with my previous buddies would peter out, dissolve. The fact that my dad and mom were not supportive of continued in-person connection with everyone in my former home space does mitigate somewhat my recriminations of myself for not being everlastingly stalwart in my previous associates' lives. Any time that I broached going back to Douglastown to go to, was the probability of quarrel and acrimony with my mother and father as they'd refuse to think about my suggestion. After awhile, I stopped trying to bend their ears on the subject. And the way often is it that two people maintain contact and an integral presence in one another's lives after considered one of them strikes away from the opposite, in mid-childhood? I can not honestly say for certain. I solely have a couple of examples. There were two young boys on my street who have been very shut. This was again in the late 1980s. One in all them moved away, to Ottawa, I think. He got here again one time to see his pal again. About six to 9 months put up-transfer, I believe. And to the better of my data, he never came again once more. Eventually, some years later, the opposite boy moved away too. I do not know what became of either one in all them. But back then, before the Internet and social media, I feel it unlikely that many shut childhood buddies stayed "in contact" as best-friends-eternally after one in all them moved away. Especially within the case of boys. Girls may be more steadfast on this respect. But I really do not know. What I can say is that I have lived in the same neighbourhood in Fredericton since 1977. I've seen so many, many people, male and female, come and go. And with all of the time that I spend outdoors, walking the streets of the neighbourhood, I by no means see anybody again in the neighbourhood to see the outdated stomping grounds and revisit events fondly remembered. I virtually never see anyone of my generation perambulating the streets or sidewalks, aside from individuals who stay at the moment in the area. And several of the people of my yesteryears nonetheless reside within the Fredericton area. Have they no fondness in any respect for their formative years and the individuals and memorable experiences of them? I "beat up on" myself for having had a paucity of sentimentality method again when. But it is a situation that many people have right this moment, apparently. Not that it lacking in others is justification for me having lacked it, thoughts. But evidently I am not unique in such respect. In my estimation, individuals ought to by no means, ever depart the place wherein they started childhood, or their school years at the very least, till they have "grown up", until they've graduated highschool. Nobody should ever be forced to begin again someplace else part of the way in the college expertise. And certainly not an only-baby. I do not suppose that my dad and mom sufficiently "thought by way of" all of the implications of uprooting me at eleven years of age and putting me in a much different habitat. If I ever do see them again, I'll say this to them. Or I might not have to, for they may be seeing me typewrite it immediately. All of this doesn't mitigate my culpability in not opposing the concept of moving from the night on which it was broached. My being as a substitute adherent to materialism. That was a sin. One of many punishments that life administered to me was my condemnation to be forever solitary, or near solitary, in my specific bond with Space: 1999, and to be bombarded with infinite denunciations of second season with implicit, if not explicit, berating of me for allegedly missing intelligence, discernment, maturity, or mental health, for my being steadfast in my admiration for second season, and my love of it. Just yesterday, I stumbled throughout one other Facebook "thread" of debate of Space: 1999, at a general tv collection Facebook group from which an image of the first season solid had somewhow turn into seen in the principle "News Feed". And positive enough, very quickly at all, out spewed forth the standard invective for second season. With Facebook "thumbs up" to the depend of seven. And other people, one after another, saying that they agree. Does anybody say that she or he disagrees? In fact not. Oh, of course not!!! That could be contrary to the legal guidelines of the universe, would it not? Where is this so-referred to as "debate" that I keep hearing about? Where is the opposite aspect? Debates are speculated to be multi-faceted in opinions. Not "Season 2 is horrible", and "I agree," "I agree," and "I agree." Followed by, "Okay, that is settled, then, Let's carry on." Until the next opportunity to be vitriolic. Coming in brief order. If Season 2 is so execrable, so devoid of any merit or permissible recognition of advantage, how is it that Season 2 can obtain the nod of proficient artists seeking to do some justice to Space: 1999 in the form of some lovely inventive rendering? A Canadian graphic artist identify of Patrick Fillion, has invited lovers of the television sequence of the wandering Moonbase to an alternate world through which Space: 1999 fandom has enough measurement and attain, for there to be professional-trying magazines not unlike Doctor Who Magazine or those for Star Trek. With interviews with actors and actresses and in-depth looks at specific episodes in each subject. He has drawn some exquisite entrance covers for publications in such a magnifiicent and enticing counter-reality, and offered them to followers of Space: 1999 on Facebook. I now not have access to most of the Facebook teams for Space: 1999, including the one showcasing Mr. Fillion's work, but, fortunately, a number of the Internet "search engines" do join with pictures of several of Mr. Fillion's renderings of Space: 1999, an amazing many of them, I feel a majority of them, being these of Season 2. Here is a sampling of his gorgeous work. Eight of the covers. Breathtakingly beautiful, these are. I may embrace a graphic novel of Space: 1999 in this fashion. Very simply. If this were an alternate actuality, one wherein Space: 1999 had stored its original heyday following as Doctor Who and Star Trek and Star Wars have kept theirs, there would little question be many graphic novels, to say nothing of different iterations of the idea, including season after season after season of newly filmed episodes. With all due respect to the individuals at Big Finish Productions, Powys Media, and Blam! Ventures, aficionados of Space: 1999 are far brief of their actuality of getting that which is perhaps available in others. Here, I need to weather the daily assault upon my aesthetic tastes and the price of my fondly cherished memories. No less than the louts did not besmirch Mr. Fillion's labours of love (they should be that, I would suppose) for their representations of that season that must perpetually be unsung. The louts dared not have been that indelicate, I guess. At the least not in open discussion beneath the works as they're provided on Facebook. Privately, such individuals had been grumbling to themselves, I really feel sure. Grumbling in regards to the waste of such talent on drawings of "Year 2", that abomination that only that garbage-human loser, Kevin McCorry, is so misguided as to fancy. All for in the present day. Thursday, May 4, 2023. Before I start in the present day's ruminations, I'll reiterate my acknowledgement of all of my lesser qualities. I am not writing from an ivory tower of righteousness. In my long tenure on this planet, I have noted many frustrating sides of human comportment. Sometimes, it amazes me that I haven't gone full misanthropic. I feel that it is basically the values of my mother and father and my grandparents and my recollections of the great instances of my youth that keep cynicism from changing into total in my psyche. Which is not to say that it isn't very formidable certainly in my worldview and personality. But oh, do I lengthy for the days when I was not cynical! One tendency of fellow humans is in my ideas right this moment. I do nice issues for individuals, and the way quickly they neglect! It is likely one of the truths of my life, people not being appreciative of my good deeds for very lengthy at all. I will do one thing to assist somebody. They'll specific some quick gratitude, normally via a thank-you. After which sometime later, I say something or do something that, for some purpose, they don't care for, and then I am judged for all time as unsuitable, my good deeds utterly forgotten as if they by no means happened. It does fairly make one really feel less inclined to do good issues for people. But I persevere and proceed trying to be useful after i can. God is aware of that I did the good deeds, and God will admonish people for forgetting about them. So one can solely hope. It is nevertheless most upsetting when individuals overlook the nice that I do. And when they tar and feather me for some later word or action, I'm upset all of the more. Upset and, sure, cynical. Usually that later word or action is contentious within the meaning behind it, misconstrued, or it was the result of some provocation. That patently narcissistic twit out in Calgary. I gave to him all of the assist and assist that I may, to launch his club, establish it, develop its membership. The publication column names that he had were largely not Space: 1999-particular and rather hackneyed. I steered column names that he accepted and put into use. I contributed a fairly sizable amount of content for the first newsletters. Including a assessment of the Season 1 (yes, Season 1) episode, "Mission of the Darians", and a CBC broadcast historical past. The latter was definitely content material that had not been present in the newsletter of the previous, Ohio-primarily based membership. My submissions to the outdated club's e-newsletter had been many. They may not have been acknowledged very a lot by the e-newsletter editors, but rank-and-file fans did learn them and sometimes commended me for them. My title at that time had some cachet among the many fans, and with it identified that I used to be one of the important thing contributors to the brand new membership, some people possible determined to present to the brand new membership a chance based mostly on that. I had not but been branded a "'Year 2' fanatic" and an undesirable. Fanatic. I scoff to myself in cynical fashion as I say the word out loud. The phrase, fan, is brief for fanatic, is it not? Maybe the word loses some of its pejorative quality by being shortened. I have no idea. But this can be a digression. Back to my primary course of brooding this chilly, gray, rainy day. The Calgarian made a reputation for himself via the club the founding of which my assist was no small part. I assisted him in his Ultimate Guidebook mission. I continued to offer content for the e-newsletter right up till the top of my associations with him and his joined-at-the-hip pal in Regina. All of that was discarded like so much rotting rubbish, within the zeal to painting me as a delusional, contemptible enemy to fandom, then, before, and forevermore, which the followers all too readily embraced because the "narrative". I used to be judged for all time to be a chunk of garbage, and nonetheless am immediately. The fellow in Regina. I helped him too. He was having some problems with a toxic friend in his home metropolis, and i offered him with insights from a book on what causes people to be nasty. I helped him to see that the issue was not any inadequacy on his half, but somewhat along with his usually domineering and berating buddy. He was in a position to handle the invalidations coming from his unpleasant fellow Reginan with none more hostile effects upon him. This was forgotten-about, too. Completely. Utterly. Because the Reginan went "all-in" with the Calgarian in my "cancellation" and would not even discuss with me on the telephone a lot less say something in my defence to the herd. Not even after I had travelled thousands of miles to see him. My outdated buddy, Joey. I really like him. Even when solely in memory of previous days. We had good occasions. No question. But he additionally, in 1987, forgot all of the sort things I did in friendship to him. One particular incidence of forgetting was that of my assist in retrieving the newly bought bicycle pedals that he had left on a Fredericton Transit bus. That was in mid-August of 1982. I consoled Joey when he was upset over supposedly losing the pedals that he had labored a lot to afford to purchase. I stated to him that each one was not misplaced, that somebody discovering the pedals on the bus seat, might hand them over to the bus driver, and that the driver may put the pedals right into a lost-and-discovered division at the bus garage, the place my father then labored. We procured my father's assist, he discovered the pedals and introduced them home, and i handed them to Joey, who was beaming with satisfaction. It was largely my father's doing, this beneficent action, but my involvement was not completely insubstantial. Just a few weeks later, although, all of it was forgotten by my friend, who was "lashing out" at me for some new error of mine. It didn't mitigate in my favour. Not in any respect. It was as if it had never occurred. And in 1987, I'm sure that it never was a consideration when Joey opted not to have me in his life any longer. More examples. I helped Tony on his first day of high school, helped him to find his approach round the big Fredericton High. Forgotten utterly less than a year later when Tony was "freezing me out". I consoled my good friend, Kevin MacD., after a particularly acrimonious verbal quarrel that he had had with another of his mates. I beloved and admired Kevin, and i blanche on the considered any criticism of him. But he did overlook about that point, I feel certain. My very own father forgot about my having arranged residence care for him, in order that he could leave hospital and be dwelling in his sadly invalid condition. He forgot about that months later when, on the behest of outsiders, he was suspecting me of embezzling money from his checking account. It had been a clerical error on his financial institution statement, but no one believed that until I supplied the documentation. What I had beforehand carried out for him was irrelevant. I could go on and on and on, with but extra examples. I'm not a totally terrible person. And yet, when i do good issues for folks, these are what's irrelevant in folks's estimation of me. I believe that people wish to "put me down", dismiss me. So, they concentrate totally on some ostensible infraction on my half as the ultimate determinant of my price, or lack thereof. I believe that this may be very near the truth. If not "spot-on" as the reality. There are lots of unpleasant truths about human nature that I've had to confront, especially throughout the COVID nightmare of the previous three years. I was by no means "up-front" on Facebook about my standing as regards "the jabs", but because I was not bragging about receiving the needles, that is perhaps all of the indication needed for my Facebook pals to dismiss me as a kind of evil malefactors specified by our oh, so eminent and benevolent Prime Minister. I've little question of it. Interactions with pals on Facebook have been near zero for awhile now, and that i can see how many buddies look at "My Story" postings and videos posted. Almost none. It is a reliable indicator of to what extent my "Timeline" and "News Feed" postings are looked-at by individuals of highest importance in my life. A very ungratifying, depressing indicator. After which there's the lowering site visitors to my Website, and particularly its more private sections. So, what retains me going? Good query. I don't have any social interplay to which to look forward. No hope that my pals consider me or care about me. That they remember any of the good that I've executed. There are instances when "throwing in the towel" does appear to be imperative, and only my worry of demise is holding me from doing so. I do query the that means of life when people have such fickle loyalties, such quick memories. And i seem like condemned to loneliness for the remainder of my days. I sit to observe a Blu-Ray of Space: 1999 episodes, and all that I can do is imagine having people with me watching them, pondering back to days long ago when i had that. When there have been people in my life willing to sit with me and watch Space: 1999 or James Bond or Spiderman or whatever. As ever, the previous is something in which I discover solace. It's the previous that retains me from succumbing to utter despair. I need to believe that God is involved, too, in my skill to "continue on". But I can't know that till my time comes. Wednesday, May 10, 2023. May has been largely disappointing to this point. Some warm, sunny weather final weekend, but in any other case it has been primarily chilly, overcast, and windy. It matches my mood with what is happening to this nation, and to my life. The J.T. authorities has "rammed via" its Internet censorship invoice and will likely be "going for the gusto" to silence anybody whose opinions or info run counter to "the narrative". And the Liberals are going to "press onward" with mandates for "jab" and travel restrictions for the not-"jabbed". Even with all that is thought in regards to the COVID needles, their hostile results, and their uselessness at preventing transmission. And likewise on the agenda is Universal Basic Income (UBI) and a "digital dollar". All that I see are indicators of a rapid transition from the Canada of outdated to a completely dystopic country of the type forecast by many a "conspiracy theorist". With every passing day, the governance of Canada is resembling more and more that of the countries of the outdated Communist Bloc of Europe, or Communist China. Authoritarian collectivism with full authorities management of the ideas and the our bodies of the residents, and extreme punishment of any dissent. Canadians are largely still oblivious to any of this. Many of them did not pay much, if any, attention to the lessons in History class. Many extra are content with their bread and circuses and can happily settle for the lack of all property, freedom, and ethical fibre. Just so long because the Toronto Maple Leafs are successful and there is a few food, food of dubious nutritional value or of potential well being-subverting contamination, in the refrigerator. I'm persistently studying within the feedback part of The National Post and in Facebook groups of the conservative-minded, statements to the effect that J.T. will lose to Pierre Poilievre in the next election, that the Conservatives may have an virtually insurmountable process of repairing the J.T. harm to the nation's finances, morals, unity of purpose, and belief in itself, and so forth. And i say to myself that these persons are approach too optimistic. The "hopium" is flowing with them. I hold a way more cynical view. The Conservative Party will never once more kind government in Ottawa. And never solely that. The J.T. government is untouchable in any political course of. And J.T. will be the final Prime Minister of Canada. And thereafter the administrator of the Canadian sector of the One World Government. Which he can be for as long as he lives. I wouldn't be surprised if he lives to be 100 years-old. Mind, I would not be round on Earth to see that. And under J.T., Canadians might be as Russians beneath Stalin. Worse, actually, as expertise now exists for it to be worse. A complete lot worse. The push toward rights-trampelling authoritarianism continues apace. And the more down that darkish alley that we go, the quicker that the "going ahead" will be. J.T. and his folks will see to it that there is not going to be an election in 2025, or that if there's and somehow the Conservatives "squeeze out" a majority-authorities victory, then the results is not going to be thought of legitimate. There will likely be a "narrative" about "right-wing extremists" threatening "democracy" and a suspension of elections needing to happen. There is no such thing as a means out of this for Canada. Canada's goose is cooked. The media-manipulated morons of this country, comprising more than half of the population, elected J.T. in 2015, or voted for the brand new Democrats who are nothing however a decoy second Liberal Party, or declined to vote in any respect. And followed the same trajectory in two subsequent elections. They are stupidly, wilfully ignorant of historical past and what fear-"the-different" political rhetoric and authorities-managed media always results in, and they also are complacent, apathetic, admiring of themselves and their purported niceness, gradual-witted, obsequious. No wonder Canada has evidently been selected by Klaus Squab, I mean Schwab, as the primary Western liberal (word the small l) democracy to fall. Very low-hanging fruit, Canada is. And the Constitution and Westminster Parliamentary System are clearly useless at safeguarding this nation and its individual citizens from falling under the total control of a megalomaniac. J.T. will destroy Canada, and more than half of the inhabitants can be cheering him on, berating the Canada that once was, the one during which many people had had completely satisfied or somewhat or partially pleased childhoods. I did see this in a comment section of The National Post, written by someone much, far more erudite than I. "As regrettable as it's, a minimum of the idea of a 'cult of persona' shouldn't be so arduous to know. What I do not get is how one can have, as we've had for the previous 8 years, a cult of impersonation, where folks blindly vote for a transparent charlatan, primarily based solely on his celebration lapel pin." And his surname, too. Do not forget that. And his hairdo. What do the present developments bode for my Weblog and my general Website? Within the quick term, it doubtless means that I might want to do one more purge of political content. And never solely that, but something that could possibly be construed in even the unlikeliest method attainable, as being offencive to somebody, anyone. I may have to "gut" the Weblog in an effort to avoid running afoul of anyone in the Canadian administrative state, or anyone who identifies as a member of some protected group for whom any criticism of a work of leisure in which such a person sees himself or herself as being represented, is not to be tolerated. Inevitably, a website equivalent to mine won't be capable of exist, for it remembers and celebrates a method of life and entertainments of a previous age that the regime will want to expunge from the collective mind. Yet, regardless of all of this, I am currently engaged on "sprucing up" my Weblog, including content to it, to make it extra visually on par with my Website's different Web pages, most particularly those of my autobiography. I have added quite a few photos to my all incarnations of my Weblog, and will be engaged on doing more of the identical in the times and weeks forward. I have a hope that possibly the brand new photos will entice folks utterly new to my Website, to trying on the Weblog after which proceeding to the majority of my Website content material. The brand new pictures are slightly an eclectic mixture of photos of locations, images of Blu-Ray covers, footage of deceased actors, an image of a Verbatim DVD+R sleeve, and the usual captures of pictures from video of favourite works. This can be a undertaking that shall be ongoing for the following couple of months. I also plan on making the Weblog simpler to navigate, i.e. enabling going backward to previous incarnations of it. Whatever there's that I can do to boost the readership of this Website, which has of late been miserable to monitor. The downtown of the Newcastle portion of Miramichi City, New Brunswick, Canada. 2011 photograph. To attempt to "nip" depression "within the bud", I went to the Miramichi region last Saturday. The Miramichi area including the former towns of Newcastle and Chatham and the former villages of Douglastown, Nordin, et cetera. What's now known as Miramichi City, or simply Miramichi. I had not been in Miramichi that early in the spring since having lived there. I had forgotten how barren the place seems without foliage on the timber and bushes. A jarring sight, for sure. And it was not very heat. When the wind blew from the northeast (off of the Northumberland Strait), it was downright chilly. But I visited all of my regular places and triggered some flashbacks. Alas, extra structures have been bulldozed. There are such a lot of empty heaps in Douglastown where gorgeous Victorian-styled houses once stood. It's so sad. While walking about the Newcastle downtown and in addition that of Chatham, I'm additionally downspirited at how little there is there, now, that's of curiosity to me. Honestly, if I were living there now, I can be bored out of my thoughts. All that the attention can see are clothes stores, female vanity places, pharmacies and different well being-related shoppes, and restaurants, including a big Tim Horton's. There are lots of Tim Horton's in Miramichi, however not as much as there are automotive dealerships. Egad! The individuals of my former house are very sensible; fanciful things, merchandise of the imagination, appear to have actually left the buildings. There aren't any bookstores, no hobby shops, no collector's memorabilia or comics shops, no electronics stores like the outdated Radio Shack, and no DVD or Blu-Ray stores. Fredericton could go away a lot to be desired as a place to stay, but it surely a minimum of has all of those. Mind, the Miramichi region was not at all times a wasteland for the fanciful and imaginative. In the 1970s once i lived there, there were bookstores (Gallivan's Bookstore, most notably), there was a hobby store, and there was a Radio Shack and, for collectors of what entertainment media existed then (i.e. vinyl information and audiocassettes), a Radioland. But then, in those days, there have been young individuals within the multitudes dwelling there. Children, teenagers, younger adults. The folks of whom some, some, preferred imaginative things. And presumably some older aficionados of things imaginative. Like I'm. Today, I not often see a young individual when I'm there. Mostly older adults and the occasional baby or toddler. Oh, there's a Wal-Mart there with a small DVD and Blu-Ray section and electronics part. All Wal-Marts have those. A rudimentary book section, additionally. And there's a Staples- for what little that there's in stock there vis-a-vis electronics enabling the enjoyment of the genres of the imagination. That is all. Both of those are in Douglastown close to the Chatham Bridge. Newcastle and Chatham are devoid of anything to draw people interested in one thing other than garments, hairdressing, manicures and pedicures, dining, and pharmaceutical medicine. Another view of the downtown of the previous city of Newcastle in what is now Miramichi City. Here is seen the constructing that was Gallivan's Bookstore, one in every of my favorite procuring areas, and that now could be River Rehabilitation Services Inc.. 2011 photograph. Oh, I can nonetheless see in my mind's eye the inside of Gallivan's Bookstore. The wooden shelves displaying the entire colourful comic books, together with these of Gold Key with Bugs Bunny and his cartoon pals and foes. The racks and shelves holding the paperbacks together with the Gold Key Comics digests and a few Planet of the Apes and Space: 1999 books. The find of an occasional Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine with some article of curiosity. Me standing on the counter to pay for my purchase. I can nonetheless odor the wooden and the carpeting. Now, that constructing is repurposed for something known as River Rehabilitation Services Inc.. Something to do with restoring to full well being folks with ailments of limb or organ. I am simply glad that it is still standing. Buildings in Miramichi burn down all too typically. A 12 months or two ago, the Chatham movie theatre, the Vogue, burned to the ground. In one in every of my more sardonic moments while speaking with considered one of my neighbours in Fredericton, I called Miramichi the tear-down metropolis, the burn-down city, and the car dealership metropolis. Sadly, I am not flawed. The place where so much of my worldview did originate, is rapidly dropping all of the issues in it that made impressions upon me in my formative years. So many places the sight of which coincided with my experience of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, et cetera, now gone. Vacant or crammed with a automotive dealership. And the entire associates there prepared to spend time with me. Gone, too. It was a forlorn hope, I suppose, being doubtlessly "cheered up" by going to Miramichi. But it's always definitely worth the attempt. A minimum of when the weather is warm and the trees have full foliage, I can walk by means of the village and its extra hinterland areas, delight within the peace and quiet in inexperienced area, and obtain some rejuvenation in this manner. It is always a summer season vacation vacation spot for me. And will likely be for as long as "the Leader" allows it. The Liberals wish to deliver back COVID "jab" mandates. "Take this shot or else." Restrictions on interprovincial travel. The entire disgusting "shebang". And a majority of Canadians will vote for it. They may vote Liberal or for the other political Leftist social gathering "propping up" J.T.. And i could have to just live with it. Or not live, if the needle is pressured into my arm sooner or later in time. Even when the remainder of the world appears to be leaving COVID behind, Canada seems set to go in the other course. Insane!!! Is Canada really to be a hermit state, other than the rest of the world, with all overseas sources of data disallowed? It is trying like it. After a few days of summer time-like weather, it's again to the northwesterly winds and chilly temperatures in Fredericton. I propose to invoke one thing that I said a number of Weblog entries ago for some clarification. I search always to be conscious of any potential accusation of hypocrisy following something that I say. And when i referred to the Calgarian as patently narcissistic, I must have been conscious that such is an accusation that might be utilized to me, in the absence of any quick effort to contrast myself with him. I will concede that there have been occasions in my life, maybe a large number of times, whereupon I do tick a number of the bins within the collection of defining traits of a narcissist. Ego-centricity and empathy deficit, to make certain. Some individuals would contend that the very existence of my Website, my autobiography, and this Weblog, is indicative of some amount of narcissism. Ah, however does a narcissist ever lack confidence in social situations as I so often have done? No. Does a narcissist have panic assaults as I had in 1990 and past? No. Does a narcissist ever attempt self-enchancment in following the advice of a book? No. Does a narcissist even see a need for self-improvement? No. Why should a narcissist self-improve when she or he is ideal? Would a narcissist have written that long admission of fault and sins in my Weblog entry late final month? No. Narcissists by no means, ever admit fault or flawed-doing. Narcissists can manipulate, deceive, "gaslight", and discard folks in their in search of of highest office, with out the slightest smidgen of remorse, guilt, or angst. Wronging others as a way to "get forward" is perfectly acceptable to them since the very best workplaces are oh, so deservedly theirs and ought to be attained by any means deemed by them to be necessary. I can, admittedly, test some of those bins on that listing, but my malefactor of Calgary checks them all. As does the Prime Minister of my country. Textbook narcissist, he is. This is actually not my opinion alone. And indeed, there is a hanging similarity in these two folks. Both adopted in the footsteps of, or rode the coattails of, fathers of some appreciable reputation. Both never needed to work collaboratively in an office atmosphere and humble themselves in the "give and take" of working with others as equals, or generally as underlings. Both have been used to adulation as a consequence of their household background and consider themselves charmed, born for great issues, preordined to be famous, acclaimed, powerful. The arrogance of youth didn't fall away within the requirement of humbling oneself in working collaboratively with others. Rather, it grew. It metastasised. People such as this seek energy and domination over others. Increasingly. A disturbingly giant number of them are in nationwide management positions so far this century. Donald Trump is another. As, too, is the lady who was his opponent in 2016. There isn't any self-awareness. No self-criticism. No self-doubt. The qualities that I have that prevented me from going "full-tilt" narcissist. And because I'm not a type of, and with my honest acknowledgement of my capability for a few of the narcissist's traits and the need all the time to counter them, I can criticise the "full-tilt" narcissist with out accusations of hypocrisy sticking to me like burs. Ah, however is it nonetheless proper to guage? Sometimes. All of us should do it generally. To keep narcissists from destroying us. They have to be "known as out" for their narcissistic ways, and supplanted by humble, self-effacing folks. I still await Canada doing this in the case of J.T.. And I think that I shall be awaiting that for the remainder of my days. Universal in Australia has "pulled out" of its settlement with the BBC to launch Doctor Who seasons on Blu-Ray in the Australasian part of our planet, citing vast reductions in public interest in purchasing physical media. What does this bode for the U.K. releases of Doctor WHO- The collection? I mentioned before and can say again that I think it uncertain that the entirety of vintage Doctor Who will reach Blu-Ray. The collection range could only have one other year or two before the rug is pulled from underneath it. We look like rushing headlong to, "You vill personal nussing und be comfortable." The demise of bodily media falls hand-in-hand with this despicable intention of the disgusting Mr. Schwab and his acolytes, J.T. and that man in the P.M. seat in London. It's depressing information, this, in more than the apparent capacity. Yes, a not-exhaustive assortment on Blu-Ray of Doctor Who, is just not fascinating. But I also do not need a planet whereon the government says that I can't keep my assortment of Blu-Ray and DVD into which I invested my earnings of more than twenty years. To say nothing of all of the cash spent on previous iterations of my yearning to possess my entertainment favourites. Laser videodisc. VHS videotape. RCA VideoDisc. Audiotape. I did not undertake all of that to have the last word idiots of my nation elect an autocrat who confiscates everything from me in my late fifties. Work continues in including images to this Weblog. This challenge will likely be ongoing through the summer season. All for as we speak, Sunday, May 14, 2023. Sunday, May 21, 2023. Victoria Day weekend Sunday. And it is raining closely. I am seated at my laptop at 7:43 A.M. typewriting this Weblog entry, having awoken to the sound of the heavy rain greater than an hour ago and having been unable to fall again asleep. Yesterday, in commemoration of the Saturday of the Victoria Day weekend of 1977, I watched the "Space Warp" episode of second season Space: 1999, it having been the Space: 1999 episode telecast on CBC Television on that day exactly forty-six years in the past right this moment. It's arguably one of my fondest reminiscences of my Space: 1999 viewing experience in the heyday years of my favorite space science fiction/fantasy opus. I describe that day in detail in my Boy Meets Alpha memoirs. A gloriously sunny day within the midst of what was my greatest springtime in my Douglastown, Miramichi years. A day on which New Brunswick's CHSJ-Tv stunned me by airing Space: 1999 despite all indicators in tv guides that it, CHSJ-Tv, was planning to preempt the CBC 3:30 P.M. airing of my preferred work of house fiction- and on a day when the one episode, i.e. "Space Warp", to have been skipped in the English-language CBC's initial run of Season 2, was lastly going to be transmitted in Canada. Transmitted finally after a number of weeks of second season episode repeats. Efforts that Saturday to tune in CBCT Charlottetown on my upstairs television had met with some preliminary hope adopted by dejection. But then, at 3:30, with that same television tuned to CHSJ, the ITC brand appeared and then these planets with Derek Wadsworth's music after which euphoria for me. So many people hate "Space Warp", however I can always remember the joy that it and my unheralded opportunity eventually to view it and audiotape-file it that sunny, heat spring day in my finest habitat, my dad and mom with me and sharing in my happiness. Happiness that stayed with me for days as I listened many times to my audiotape and brought that audiotape with me to school, sharing with pals and classmates the superior news of an unexpected CHSJ transmitting of a beforehand elusive episode of Space: 1999. So long ago, but so sweet are my memories of it. It and all the pieces and everybody that and who was part of my life in that the majority splendid time. Oh, do I want that it could have continued! I am more satisfied now than ever of the tragedy of my life put up-1977. Post-transfer-to-Fredericton. I especially love the music that performs as Eagle One with the derelict is seen by Alan and Sahn on the Command Centre display screen. Greater than some other piece of music, it invokes the sentiment that I've in my soul for that point, my high quality of life then, and all of the individuals in my life in those good outdated days. The nostalgia has by no means been more intense and bittersweet as it is now, as I face day after day after day of loneliness at work and at residence. But enough of this. People decide me to be a "quack" for having any positivity in anyway as regards to the worst twenty-four hours of tv ever produced. Yes, they are that hyperbolic. And I am fairly positive that I am doing for this Weblog no favours as regards viewership, in being so effusive about memories of a naive time before the deluge of animus for every frame of film comprising Space: 1999's second season. I must endure that every damned, lonely day of my life now. Ray Austin (1932-2023). Staying as regards to Space: 1999, I have to report the sad information of the death of Ray Austin, who directed the Space: 1999 episodes, "Ring Around the Moon", "Missing Link", "Alpha Child", "Collision Course", "End of Eternity", "The Troubled Spirit", "Mission of the Darians", "The Exiles", and "All That Glisters", before becoming a member of the production of The new Avengers and directing such episodes of that as "House of Cards", "Target!", "Three Handed Game", and "Gnaws". He later plied his trade within the United States, directing many an episode of standard U.S. motion-journey television collection. And he labored again with Martin Landau in 1987 when he helmed the manufacturing of the primary Six Million Dollar Man and Bionic Woman reunion movie. His different work known to me included episodes of the unique Avengers in its Tara King season, The Adventures of Black Beauty, and Return of the Saint. He was additionally seen in entrance of the digital camera as he was a stuntman before turning into a director. Most of his work on the original Avengers was in that capability. May he relaxation in peace with his different fellow Space: 1999 administrators. Charles Crichton. Lee H. Katzin. David Tomblin. Bob Kellett. Tom Clegg. Val Guest. Bob Brooks. Not many of them still dwelling. I believe that Kevin Connor and Peter Medak are the one ones left on this Earth. Work continues on the addition of photographs to this Weblog. Many earlier incarnations of the Weblog at the moment are blessed with new photographs, and I will not relent in my work on this venture until the Weblog is as picture-endowed because the eras of my autobiography. LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice is now less than ten days away from launch. Early opinions of it have begun appearing, along with discussions about it at Home Theater Forum, Blu-Ray Forum, and some other places on the World Wide Web. There is some controversy as to the standard of the restorations of the cartoons. Some people are upset that the restorations are usually not completely new as had been previously introduced, but are in some instances "portings-over" of the restorations of the cartoons for HBO Max, with titles and credit of numerous cartoons redone utilizing fashionable Photoshop software. I'm going to reserve judgement till I see the COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray for myself. But I'll say that I used to be and nonetheless am quite impressed with the cartoon restorations, done initially for HBO Max, that have been used for the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray field set in 2020. And also those who I've seen on YouTube, Dailymotion, et cetera. Because I used to be raised primarily on how the cartoons had been provided on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Show, Bugs Bunny and Tweety, and so forth, I am not as a lot a "stickler" for excellent authenticity in unique cartoon title sequences as most cartoon fans seem to be. Frankly, I would be quite content to have the cartoons with their Bugs Bunny/Road Runner title playing cards, or as they had been titled on Merrie Melodies: Starring Bugs Bunny and Friends and that is Warner Bros.! (with only the title and credit of the cartoons, no Warner Brothers shield and Merrie Melodies or Looney Tunes playing cards, and no "That's all, Folks!"). As I age and grow to be more and more aware of the preciousness of time, I can do with out having to watch the repetitive Warner Brothers shield, et cetera. over and over again as I watch cartoon after cartoon. Each time, that is fifteen or twenty seconds of my life that I can't "get back". And I'm not bothered by reconstructions of titles. It is done the entire time now for vintage Doctor Who on home video. As long as there are not any spelling mistakes and the backgrounds are faithful to the originals, I decide the recreated titles, and recreated credits, to be quite satisfactory. Because I am not favoured by any studio, I never receive advance copies of Blu-Rays or DVDs. I will doubtless not see COLLECTOR'S Choice till a number of days after release date, by which time I will have been privy to dialogue on each aspect of the brand new Blu-Ray. It is sort of always thus for me, residing as I do in one of many extra far-flung parts of the North American landmass. Yes, despite the fact that I've maintained for some twenty-5 years one of the extra complete histories of the dissemenation to the masses of the cartoons of Warner Brothers, I'm successfully nonetheless a nobody. A undeniable fact that doubtless pleases my many detractors no finish. But I've stated sufficient for right this moment, I feel. Sunday, May 28, 2023. The temperature is anticipated to soar in the present day to close to thirty degrees. An extended-awaited style of the summer to come. Additionally it is going to be windy, which will scale back the texture-like temperature somewhat. Late May is my favourite time of 12 months. Temperatures within the twenties. Not a must put on a coat or jacket. The timber and other plants in full bloom, and healthy and vibrant in that, not dried-out and lined in blotches or riddled with holes, as they often are in mid-to-late-summer. And the smell of lilac. The sweet odor of lilac. And the entire summer time ahead to which to look ahead. It's not as but all downhill from here. It's such solace for my lonely existence, to be able to walk the streets, see all of the inexperienced growth, smell the lilac, hear the chirps and songs of the birds, and remember previous spring seasons when, unlike now, I had the corporate of parents, of grandparents, and of pals who wished to ring my doorbell. Surely now, the spring of 1977 towers extremely above all others past and current. Indeed, the entirety of my remaining school 12 months in Douglastown shines as the very best of occasions for me, and certain will always achieve this now, with the spring of 1983 (still a fondly remembered one) dropping a few of its lustre. This past week, I came upon, at Internet Archive, the complete album, from Fanderson, of Derek Wadsworth's music for the second season of Space: 1999, and as I performed and listened to the selections, especially Mr. Wadsworth's more relaxed, more mellow, considerably extra emotionally gripping, items of incidental music, I felt final third of 1976 and first two-thirds of 1977 come fully alive again in my psyche, and saw in my mind's eye so many of the tenderly recalled sights of my life in these many months of fine company, enjoyable, optimistic stimulus, and zeal for a lot of things imaginative, whereas in my greatest habitat, within the village Douglastown along the river Miramichi. Season 2 Space: 1999 was an integral part of that. It was widespread there in that place in these months. And 1976-7 was the pinnacle of the time in my life when my curiosity in and information of certainly one of my favourite works of entertainment, was one thing for which individuals sought me out, needed to be with me, ceding with fullest enthusiasm to all that I had to communicate about certainly one of my favourite tv reveals. When individuals had been impressed by, not crucial of, my keen curiosity in my favorite tv show, Space: 1999. When they joined me in play, with me within the lead, as we indulged our yen to partake within the fantastic encounters of the Alpha Moonbase. It was when i may sit and watch Space: 1999 with the feeling of certainty that many individuals in my life were doing the identical, and having fun with what they had been seeing as a lot, or virtually as a lot, as I used to be. Space: 1999 was in its heyday. Product primarily based on it might be present in stores in the nearest townships. Episodes hitherto unseen by me and my social circle have been airing on television. And as far as any of us knew, Space: 1999 was nonetheless in production, and more, far more, was to return. Winter 1976-7 and spring of 1977 was the peak, the zenith, of all of this. It was when I used to be totally alive and truly optimistic for the way forward for humanity. My parents and that i had been collectively on all evenings and weekends. We have been joyful. We had been a family in a means that we wouldn't be again, after our move to the F-place. And that i had associates coming to my place to see me. Daily. Friends selecting to "cling out" with me in the varsity yard. The music of Space: 1999- Season 2 still has the flexibility to deliver me again in my thoughts to all of that. Especially when it hear it for a first time in some capacity new to me. With the world going now to hell in a handbasket, I want to escape it for nonetheless long doable, greater than ever. The unfavourable emotion that I feel for everybody enabling the continuation of the J.T. "regime" and all of its corruption, overreaches of power, making of mockery of so much of Canadiana, and hate-stuffed sorties against people who prudently did due diligence and mentioned no to being injected with mRNA of known quick-term antagonistic results and unknown lengthy-term results, is deeply upsetting to me. I don't wish to really feel the way in which that I do towards my fellow countrymen. But they constantly fail to hold anybody in authority to account for grevious violations of moral codes for people holding energy in a supposedly free, democratic nation with rule of legislation and inalienable, God-given human rights. To say nothing of the entire lack of concern for the financial future of nation and particular person citizens. Every single day that passes, there is some new revelation of scandalous behaviour, and every time, J.T. "performs the system" to his benefit, and people simply say, "Okay, high-quality," and "carry on" supporting the oh, so righteous chief. Twice now, he appointed a friend to be his investigator or arbitor, who absolved him of any incorrect-doing (surprise, shock) regardless of clear evidence, and/or compelling testimony, of wrongs having been dedicated. What kind of Mickey Mouse nation is this the place the accused "gets" to appoint a good friend to do the investigation and make the ruling? To quote Spidey in one of his episodes, "Nuts! Nuts!! Nuts!!!" Or as somebody in Peanuts as soon as stated, "Stop the world. I wish to get off." By the way, excess deaths in New Brunswick in 2022 have been revealed to be even higher than these of 2021, which was itself a year of much increased than traditional excess deaths. Not that this comes as any surprise to me, understanding as I do the consequences upon the center and different important organs, of the "jabs", and the vast improve, beginning spring 2021, in the sounds of emergency vehicles that has not abated to today. In fact, authorities and information media are either saying, "Nothing to see here," or are trying to blame the deaths on the virus itself. Gee, if excess deaths as a result of virus proceed to climb after the "roll out" of the mRNA injections, this does not say a lot in regards to the efficacy of the so-referred to as "vaccine" in reducing demise as a result of virus. The explanation that the virus is accountable for the surplus mortality put up-2021 is pure "bunk", anyway, as adverse results on essentially the most important human organ, the guts, are identified to be related to the spike proteins that the "jabs" instruct the physique to produce, with no ostensible "off-switch". And nonetheless the mRNA injections are being pushed, for all age groups. That is Canada below J.T.. It's abundantly clear that no one goes to be held accountable for any of the horrible things that occurred, any of the despicable things said, over the past three and a half years. And because of this, it all will occur once more. Probably fairly quickly. Because governments intoxicated with powers given to them in declaration of an emergency, will engineer one more emergency to keep the dopamine "hits" of megalomaniacal control going, going, going. Especially where it allows them to "go after" the people who might problem their hold on the reins of power. Power corrupts. The entire time. This is precisely why totalitarianism results in evil, to the committing of atrocities. Why there may be no such thing as a "benevolent dictator". Why Communism can by no means be instituted with out leaders going full tyrant, and citizen bodies forming a towering pile. Anyone who thinks in any other case, is a idiot. A silly, gullible idiot. There will probably be another pandemic, from an deliberately launched virus, in the subsequent couple of years, and the individuals will, on the path of the joined-at-the-hip-with-government news media, "fall in line" once more and "roll up" their sleeves for one thing the government calls a "vaccine", and viciously demonise all who refuse to do so. And this time, J.T. may very properly achieve a slaughter of all mRNA "refuseniks", and all conservative-minded Canadians opposed to him, to the complete and enthusiastic approval of the vast majority of the bereft-of-morality populace. I have little doubt that this is what he needs. He in all probability has "wet dreams" about it. The slaughter could assume the type of starvation of individuals whose digital forex is "switched off" for having a foul social credit rating. God, I wish it were 1976 and 1977 once more. Heck, I would even settle for the 2010s. But again to my nostalgia for my last twelve months in Douglastown, which I now consider, will forevermore tower over that for another time of my life. When I go for my walks today, I lament to myself the decision in 1977 to maneuver. To any of my in-Fredericton-situated associates of outdated who may be studying this with umbrage for me feeling the way in which that I do, stating, rightly, that had I not moved then we never would have met, I say this. Was meeting me actually useful to you? Did understanding me and "hanging out" with me actually enrich your life? I do not imagine so. I feel that if I had not come to live in Fredericton, that various my in-Fredericton buddies, Joey, most particularly, would have been "better off", had a better life. A happier life. A distinct and extra gratifying career path, perhaps. If I had not moved to Fredericton, I'd by no means have damage Joey as I did. Or that player on my baseball team I mentioned some Weblog entries in the past. Steven and others would never have been so offended at my participation in neighbourhood baseball that they might have been higher, kinder, more good-sportsman-like people. Many others, most others, would not have had any significant difference to their lives had I not crossed their path. I really doubt that my being in Fredericton benefitted anybody. The web effect of my being in Fredericton was adverse. And this contains, of course, the impact upon me. And i consider that I did harm the friends I left behind in Douglastown. By all measure now, from all angles, the McCorry transfer to Fredericton in 1977, was a catastrophe. A tragedy. The decision that I made to endorse my dad and mom' option to relocate, was the worst one in all my life. It was epic and Karmically cursed. My being all of eleven years of age is no mitigation, evidently. The Karmic punishments were swift. Horrible Grade 6 trainer. Awful Grade 6 friends. Full-class detentions. And on Fridays, but. No cable tv, which I had been most keen to have by the use of the relocation. And then, ultimately, impertinent, caustic, on-again-off-once more, ephemeral mates. Friends who might "take me or depart me". Associates who would never utter a syllable in my defence. No sentimentality for me at all within the friends that I meet. Loneliness as my default situation. Such is all that I incurred by saying an enthusiastic sure to my dad and mom as a result of I wished to once more watch Bugs Bunny and the Road Runner for an hour, and to also watch Sylvester and Tweety for a half-hour, on Saturdays. Or go to metropolis malls, to city bookstores, to purchase Space: 1999 books at any time when I so-selected. The folly of a selfish "brat" of an eleven-year-old solely-little one of tragically deficient sentimentality and empathy. And yet, right here I'm, eagerly awaiting another opportunity to observe Bugs and firm, as LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice is on the right track to "hit the shelves" this coming Tuesday. As I say, I do not expect to receive my copy for one more week no less than. By then, I'll know all that there's to know concerning the Blu-Ray as assessment upon review of it will be on the web. My overview will doubtless be superfluous by the point that I could have my copy and could have watched all of its contents. But I'll review the Blu-Ray at this Weblog, for my small number of loyal, stalwart readers. Probably someday within the week beginning June 5. All for at this time. Network Distributing, R.I.P.. The bad news keeps on coming. Word is that Network Distributing has "gone bust", is in receivership. Network Distributing is the company in the U.K. that brought, to we aficionados of unbelievable future, gorgeous restorations of Space: 1999 (each seasons) lovingly dedicated to Blu-Ray with a very generous helping of bonus features. The look forward to Season 2 on Blu-Ray had been long and gruelling, as this Weblog did chronicle, but when the announcement finally got here, I used to be as ecstatic as I had been back in 1990 once i discovered that YTV could be working Space: 1999, and as overjoyed as I used to be in 1983 after i had the very first videotape of Space: 1999 from CBHT broadcasts, in my arms. Audio issues with some episodes apart, the Network Distributing release of second season Space: 1999 redeemed that awful yr for me that was 2015, and did so most handsomely. It was, for me, the Blu-Ray release of the 2010s decade. Space: 1999's two seasons each obtained the deluxe treatment from Network, after years and years of frustration with releases to DVD by A & E, Carlton, et cetera, that had left a lot to be desired, and after decades of obscurity, if even that, on VHS videotape. I will likely be eternally grateful for all that Network Distributing did for Space: 1999. True, the present representation of Space: 1999 in my assortment is mostly that of ViaVision and Imprint of Australia, which used the Network masters. The Network Blu-Ray releases of Space: 1999 have been superseded. However the good work by Network in restoring Space: 1999 is still the dominant think about my adulation for the Space: 1999 Blu-Rays in my holdings, and the made-by-Network bonuses are of very important import, additionally, on this. "These Episodes", produced by the late Tim Beddows of Network, is sublime, the greatest Space: 1999 documentary ever. Then, there was the commissioning, by Network, of the Super Space Theatre box set, through which the 4 Space: 1999 "films" have their place on my shelves beside the television series-correct. Mr. Tim Beddows' advocacy for such magnificent treatment of Space: 1999 was key in bringing the outstanding Space: 1999 house video releases to fruition. And the unhappy passing, just a few six months in the past, of Mr. Beddows may have portended the demise of the Network firm, him being such a "driving power" in its many marvellous initiatives in bringing archive television to residence video, with all bells, all whistles, in the excessive definition age. What does this imply for the future of Space: 1999 on dwelling video? I could be inclined to say that it does not look good. At the very least we nonetheless have the Shout! Factory and ViaVision/Imprint Blu-Ray box units, and can have them until the licencing agreement of these companies with Granada, expires- every time that's. I expect the Network sets to go to out-of-print standing immediately, with the others doing so in a year or two. And as with the days long ago of the Image Entertainment laser videodiscs, will probably be eBay and extremely inflated prices if anybody needs Space: 1999 on optical media disc. I don't at all relish the prospect of going again to that. I pray that no Space: 1999 Blu-Ray begins succumbing to "disc rot". I've 5 of the Imprint sets in my collection, together with 5 of the Network Super Space Theatre sets. I believe that I ought to purchase a couple more, for security. And retailer them at some location other than my dwelling, to safeguard towards hearth or theft. I dread the prospect of another long, darkish time interval of scarcity on house video for Space: 1999, and that does appear set to come back. Needless to say, because of this a fiftieth anniversary release of Space: 1999 to Blu-Ray, or to 4K Blu-Ray, is very unlikely, if not utterly out of the query. Other objects of interest that got here forth into the world via Network, among them Blu-Ray box units of UFO and The Prisoner and The Adventures of Black Beauty, and Blu-rays of Quatermass (1979) or 1988's Jack the Ripper, are additionally soon to cross into the ether. What this bodes for physical media of what known as "niche titles", is decidedly unencouraging, additionally. It is wanting, very distressingly, that physical media is not going to enter a "area of interest market" section however will quickly die out altogether. Which little doubt will please the "personal-nussing-und-be-comfortable" brigade. I'll iterate yet again that I do not believe that the BBC will release all that there's of vintage Doctor Who onto Blu-Ray. And will Shout! and Kino-Lorber even be "shutting their doors" in months to come back? Persons are reporting having problem finding Kino-Lorber's DePatie-Freleng cartoon Blu-Rays for buy. I wonder if this is likely to be a sign of things to come back. I'm also sad to have to report that Amazon has not dispatched my LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray yet. Two days after release date, and nothing. No indication that it has even entered the packaging-for-dispatch stage. So, I do not know when I'm going to have that Blu-Ray in my possession. What can I say? Bad Karma is the story of my life. And I need to not complain about it impacting my attachment to the Warner Brothers cartoons, for it was that attachment that led me to creating the grievous alternative that set me on the street to Karmic curse back in 1977. I must be affected person, as I was not thus again in the day when my life's future path met its proverbial fork within the street. All for right now, the primary of June, 2023. Sunday, June 4, 2023. The excessive temperature yesterday was plus 6 levels, with a windchill close to zero and cold drizzle. Such had to have set a document for low temperature for the day for Fredericton. I've never seen temperatures so chilly in June in all of my years of living in New Brunswick. The wind is blowing from the north, positively, but from where in bloody hell is the chilly air coming? Certainly not from Siberia. Within the coldest area of Siberia, Yakutia, it is around plus twenty degrees and has been for awhile. And there aren't any sunny, heat days in the new Brunswick forecast for the week ahead. Just rain and under normal temperature. This weather is almost definitely going to lead to a poor harvest this yr. And i cannot help however surprise if such is by design. Oh, I cannot say that I'm an unwavering believer in the idea of weather manipulation, however there are people who are. And the globalist elites do seem to get pleasure from placing the hoi polloi into constant crises, and, after a pandemic, food scarcity or famine would be proper down the alley for those sociopaths. Today, I cannot "rule out" something. The so-known as "conspiracy theorists" have been right too many occasions. In fact, as these abysmally low temperatures don't fit the "narrative" of "international warming", they're being downplayed. Doesn't shock me at all, this. Government and news media, now in full lockstep, have an agenda, a "narrative" to push to hoodwink the plenty into going together with no matter authoritarian, rights-squashing coverage is to be implimented next. I used to love the CBC. The CBC was the means by which Canadians noticed Space: 1999, and, in earlier years, The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. The CBC offered all of the perfect U.S. prime-time television reveals, from Mary Tyler Moore and all of its "spin-offs" to M*A*S*H to All in the Family to Carol Burnett to Cannon to The Partridge Family to The Waltons to Walt Disney to (although I not suppose it to be better of television) Happy Days to Chico and the Man to Welcome Back, Kotter to Barney Miller to WKRP in Cincinnati to Newhart to Remington Steele to Dallas. The CBC always seemed to have first pick of all the American imports, leaving CTV to no matter was left. The CBC was class. It additionally had much in the way of British tv programming. In addition to Space: 1999 there was The Adventures of Black Beauty, Upstairs, Downstairs, Fawlty Towers, The Tomorrow People, Vision On, Simon within the Land of Chalk Drawings, Return of the Saint, Boy Dominic, and the produced-in-Britain The Muppet Show. And we had made-in-Canada leisure, also, The Beachcombers being probably the most notable amongst that. CBC current affairs and newscast tv programming was pretty balanced, a tad on the Liberal side at instances however not to the utter exclusion or, worse, demonisation, of conservative points of view. CBC genuinely was intent on bringing Canadians collectively within a distinct cultural framework. One that was rooted in the two-founding-nations principle and that venerated the Anglo-Saxon and French perspectives on the human condition. New Brunswick was denied full CBC Television broadcasting for such an extended, very long time, which made me prize access to CBC all the extra. Now, I must say, it pains me to say, I've accomplished a full one-hundred-and-eighty flip as regards the CBC. I now deplore it. I deplore it for its propagandistic, joined-at-the-hip connection to the J.T. "regime". It is nothing but a Pravda-esque arm of that "regime". Journalistic standards of balanced coverage on any matter, have been jettisoned. We only receive one aspect of a story, regardless of the J.T. dictatorship wants dissemenated, regardless of whether or not there may be an precise foundation in fact to what's being informed, heedless of, or even demonising of, persons of a conflicting opinion or of wise adherance to set of details being suppressed. As the CBC of at the moment would have it, Liberals are at all times right and conservatives are at all times flawed, corruption is only a conservative trait, individuals of conservative factors of view have to be condemned and not coopted into some national id, and something that leaves the past behind, that trammels and abandons conventional Canadiana, including the two-founding-nations precept, is the proper way to go. Freedom is branded as dumb, individuality and personal autonomy are deemed selfish and reprehensible, and no extreme is simply too extreme when it comes to political Leftist ideology. I can simply go with out the CBC and its methods of "brainwashing", for there's nothing of curiosity anymore on CBC Television in the way in which of entertainment. And there has not been for a long, long time. I used to be taught journalistic requirements early in my broadcasting profession, and i can spot a paucity or utter lack of them. But what am I on the World Wide Web however a bunch of a web site dedicated to works of imagination routinely berated? There is a gentleman "going viral" proper now who can attest to how the CBC is deficient, from a way more authoritative standpoint, for he used to work for the CBC itself in Ottawa. He just lately appeared twice on the National Citizens Inquiry into the response to COVID-19. And he roasts the CBC on a most fiery spit for its disgusting lack of true journalism in protection of the pandemic, the "roll out" and mandating of the mRNA "jabs" (I refuse to name them vaccines), and the "Freedom Convoy" of January and February, 2022. I implore my readers to observe and to share his testimony on the National Citizens Inquiry which could be discovered right here. https://librti.com/view-video/testimony-cbc-journalist-exposes-the?fbclid=IwAR3abk4FWb-M7UMWpMxGhwt4mWHkRZEKtDmNwcdicwNdCvrt8iKWmKLwly4#dp I'll say no extra on this topic, for this gentleman, Rodney Palmer, is much better communicative than I, in outlining all that the CBC has finished to betray its lengthy-vaunted covenant with the individuals of Canada. I discover him to be exceedingly credible. LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice is now on its solution to me. Amazon lastly despatched it on Thursday. I don't count on it till late this coming week or early the week thereafter. Four days and counting of rain and below regular temperatures in New Brunswick, while to the west in Quebec and Ontario, it's hot and the forests are burning. This same wet and chilly weather is expected to persist till Sunday, June 11, at least. New Brunswick is cooler than every different location of the identical latitude across the northern hemisphere. And I have yet to see Canada's Weather Network supply a salient rationalization for this peculiar meteorological phenomenon. Since when do low stress techniques go retrograde from east to west whereas additionally moving from north to south, after which stay stationary over one hapless province for ten days or more? Is it an act of God? What is it? Happily, my LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray came into my possession yesterday, dashing its method here after being dispatched from Amazon.com two days after release date. Five cartoons on the LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Blu-Ray released 30 May, 2023. From left to proper, they are "Beanstalk Bunny", "His Bitter Half", "Plop Goes the Weasel!", "What's Brewin', Bruin?", and "The Bee-Deviled Bruin". LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice came into my possession on Monday, June 5, 2023. So, what's my verdict? About the same as that of other cartoon lovers who acquired the item earlier than I did. "Beanstalk Bunny" appears to be like magnificent, other than when Daffy encounters the giant Elmer Fudd for the primary time. There, the cartoon turns into grainier and softer. But it quickly recovers, regaining its amazing look and retaining it until after the "That's all, Folks!" notation fades to black. The opposite cartoons on the Blu-Ray disc boast a picture high quality equal to, if not higher than, that of the cartoons on the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray set of three years in the past. Colours are as vibrant as, and oftentime deeper, richer than, the ones within the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray set. They are a resplendent feast for the occular organs. Falling outdoors of breadth of my acclaim, however, are the credit to "Hip Hip- Hurry!", which look over-saturated and are missing in contrast. "His Bitter Half" is a revelation; I've by no means seen it looking so sharp, detailed, and colourful. For many years, I had only held it by means of a Nickelodeon broadcast in 1991. The audio on all cartoons on COLLECTOR'S Choice, is evident, lush, resonant. Better than the sound quality on the Bugs Bunny field set. Altogether, it is a superlative achievement for Warner Archive, and that i pray that sales are strong and that there are various more COLLECTOR'S Choice volumes. This all having been stated, I will comment that experiencing the cartoons in the way during which they're curated on this Blu-Ray disc, is just not in accordance with my most popular mode of watching the cartoons of Bugs, et al.. I'd a lot relatively watch a Bugs Bunny followed by a Tweety followed by a Road Runner followed by a Foghorn Leghorn adopted by one other Bugs Bunny, and so forth. And "one-shot" and minor-character cartoons sprinkled into the mix here or there, by no means two or extra of them in a row. The way that I used to observe them on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show, et cetera. And by no means the pre-1948s and put up-1948s blended collectively. Post-1948s with different submit-1948s solely. After which a discrete package deal of the pre-1948s. And collections of the cartoons under some overarching theme, or coinciding cartoons have some refined commonalities, as was the case on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and several other seasons of Bugs Bunny and Tweety. But as I am not "calling the pictures" and as my preferences are not listened-to by these that are doing so, I've to accept what is offered to me, and be grateful to have that. I'm a dozen or so cartoons nearer to finishing my assortment- if that ever will occur. Work continues on adding images to this Weblog in all of its incarnations. I am averaging three new images a day. Tuesday, June 6, 2023. Sunday, June 11, 2023. Some rare excellent news to begin the day. After 9 days of cloudy, cool, rainy weather, Fredericton is now basking as soon as once more in golden sunshine. Summer is as soon as extra asserting itself, and temperatures will climb right now to the upper twenties. And gross sales statistics at Amazon.com have LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice because the seventh highest seller. Not a poor displaying at all for a single Blu-Ray disc of a few of the much less sung cartoons of the Warner Brothers catalogue released by the more "area of interest" division of the Warner Brothers home video division, i.e. Warner Archive. It is trying promising for the prospect of additional volumes. Ah, however will lessons be learned from the failures of the GOLDEN and PLATINUM collections? Will Volume 2 commit the identical folly as beforehand done and start "rolling out" the 1930s cartoons while relegating the submit-1948s to merely "rounding out the gathering" with a couple of token cartoon shorts? I've an uneasy feeling that the reply to this might be sure. But if sales statistics proceed to impress, a second volume will most actually come, and there will probably be a minimum of a handful of post-1948 cartoons, probably some hitherto not on DVD or Blu-Ray, to which to look ahead. On Saturday, 10 June, 2023, I purchased a box set of all six volumes of THE LOONEY TUNES GOLDEN Collection, from Wal-Mart. The approaching into my life of COLLECTOR'S Choice has galvanised my curiosity within the Warner Brothers cartoons and my possessing of them. Yesterday, I went to Wal-Mart and purchased a box set of all six GOLDEN COLLECTIONs in order that my DVDs of those are new versus being fifteen to twenty years-old, and likewise to have every DVD in these collections, together with the ones of exclusively early cartoons that I initially opted, years in the past, not to keep. I may never watch these cartoons once more or even for a primary time (life being too brief). But the completist in me, now in full management of my cartoon collecting impulse, has directed me to include these unloved-by-me DVDs into my assortment. And now they are on my shelves. All the DVDs in proper sequence. There is a few discuss of the property of Network Distributing presumably coming underneath the stewardship of another firm, one with a reputation I have by no means seen before, with an eye to distribution of properties on dwelling video. But at this juncture, such is just rumour. I'm asking myself why the Network catalogue of ITC productions will not be being absorbed by Granada or ITV for continued sales by them of the material- because the rights to Space: 1999, et cetera, are, in truth, held by them, Granada or ITV. No fan of the ITC properties, I'm sure, wants the glass masters for the Blu-Rays destroyed in liquidation. Well, the anti-Season 2 brigade in Space: 1999 fandom would love to see the glass masters for Season 2 shattered into mud. But these people apart, aficionados of the ITC library would wish to have the glass masters survive for extra printings of the Blu-Rays and DVDs. It was a bizarre run of unseasonably cool and wet weather in New Brunswick these final 9 days. Depressing, to make sure. But a Godsend, in a way, because the low strain system that spun in New Brunswick's direction off of Greenland and Labrador and then sat stationary over us New Brunswickers for 9 days, did prevent the thick smoke from central Canada forest fires from blanketing New Brunswick and harming the folks of the province's breathing and lung well being. We and the other Atlantic Canadian provinces have been spared the skies of thick orange and the choking partriculate within the air, whereas the majority of that was concentrated within the Ottawa area. The area the place the corrupt Laurentian elites have been wielding their energy for thus lengthy, so very lengthy, to the hearty approval of the folks there. There is a theory that the fires are the result of arson by operatives of the federal government to additional its "preventing local weather change" agenda, to make Canadians all the extra amenable to no matter new taxes and freedom-denying diktats are to come from the best workplace. I have a tendency to hold a distinct view. I'm inclined to think that the fires are an act of God who's most displeased with what Canada has turned-into these final eight years, and who has damned the nation to roast in hellfire. Under the J.T. government, voted into energy not simply as soon as, not just twice, but three times, by a certain portion of the electorate dominating specific areas of the nation, Canada has change into un-Holy. Canadians are now not, "...stand(ing) guard for thee" and fervently desiring for God to keep their land "glorious and free". Indeed, freedom has now grow to be a dirty word on Canadian soil. Canadians are embracing wilful drugging of the physique and altering of the thoughts for purposes of recreation, licentiousness (abortion), and violations of the Hippocratic Oath and the Sixth Commandment (euthanasia). They're inhumane towards their fellow citizens over having determined, rightly, to not have an injection known to trigger permanent injury or loss of life. They approve the discrimination in opposition to and ruination of life of these refusers of the injection (which, by the way, doesn't stop viral replication and unfold and therefore has not a particular public health value). And the individuals of Ottawa most significantly have been heartless, cruel, in the direction of fellow Canadians making a stand for God-given rights and freedoms, caring more for his or her comfort not to listen to honking horns than for the properly-being of fellow citizens who need to maintain roofs overhead and food on tables and who should not be threatened with poverty to simply accept a probably life-ending injection of mRNA into the sacred temple of their bodies. The individuals of Ottawa cheered when the trucker protest was violently quashed, when the rights of their fellow Canadians have been callously violated. They usually no doubt will solid ballots for J.T. again, and again, and again. They embrace a authorities that looks the opposite means when churches are being burned to the ground, that demonises large numbers of residents with broad brush-stroked words ending in i, s, and t and asks whether or not certain citizens should be tolerated. I would be inclined to say that Canada has incurred the wrath of God. If any individuals on this planet are most deserving of it, it's us Canadians. Because we had a God-blessed nation, the envy of the world. Wealthy, with a excessive customary of living. And we was kind individuals. Somewhat wishy-washy at occasions, and by different times a bit supercilious. But on the entire, form. Now, we vilify our fellow citizens for exercising the fitting to not be injured or killed by an opposed reaction to an insufficiently tested drug. We additionally used to value a great day's work for revenue, but now will yield to sloth and vote just for the charismatic "sugar-daddy" with the dynastic French surname doling out hand-outs with obscene amounts of borrowed cash, casting votes for him while heedless of how dishonest and corrupt and scandal-ridden and immoral that "sugar-daddy" and his authorities, are. And Canadians will not recognise the folly of their methods, even as excess deaths proceed to mount, and don't even appear concerned over an extending of medically assisted demise to the not terminally ailing. Canada is lost. Lost and damned. God would seem to have wished for the smoke from the fires to concentrate over the national capital and over the individuals who decried the efforts of the truckers and others to champion the rights and freedoms of people rightly involved about a drug's dangers and unknown long-term results. We in New Brunswick merely benefitted from the location of low pressure weather system to dam the smoke from dispersing to the east. I should have no doubt that we, too, have incurred God's wrath. J.T. still holds most of the ridings in New Brunswick. I say this with as a lot dispassion as I can muster. I want to not gloat over the misfortunes of others, even if those misfortunes are deserved. But I used to be and still am a member of that section of society demonised and threatened and still being denied rights. So, I would say that I may maybe be forgiven for slipping a little bit in my resolve to have the ethical excessive ground. A girl in Alberta is being refused a life-saving lung transplant because she is not "jabbed" ("jabbed" with an injection known to adversely affect the center), and Canadians are callously condemning her for her decision not to be mRNA injected. I say once more, this isn't a Holy country anymore. It is not the Canada of my mother and father' technology. This is sure. And I would say that God has more than sufficient motive to be displeased with Canada. This COVID nightmare needs to end and folks need to be held accountable for misleading the public as to the pros, if any, and the severe cons of the needles. All discrimination based mostly on "jab" status should end yesterday, and Canadians who smugly and self-righteously cheered the quashing of the rights of their neighbours and even their family members, must be chastened by God and impressed-upon by God to be thoroughly penitent. And the government in Ottawa must be resoundingly defeated in a good election freed from foreign interference and of manipulation by news media. The longer that the "regime" continues, the angrier I can see God turning into.
Fredericton is in one other of a string of a number of rainy, cool days. This one is expected to final until Sunday. The brand new dark age for Space: 1999 is in its starting phases. Space: 1999- The Vault is now not in print, and even picey, from "scalpers", copies of it can't be discovered at Amazon Marketplace or eBay. Super Space Theatre is not to be seen as being supplied wherever. And orders of Network's Ultimate Space: 1999, though still delivery from Amazon.co.uk associates, are beset with delays in procuring copies of it on the market. It begins. It begins. Are my now six copies of the Imprint set enough for my posterity? Who knows? Who is aware of also what is occurring at BBC Video? There was no announcement of a second Doctor WHO- The gathering Blu-Ray set for launch this 12 months. The yr is close to its halfway mark, and this may be an indication that perhaps, again this 12 months, there can be solely two units released. I shake my head pessimistically. At this rate, no way are Doctor Who followers going to have every thing on Blu-Ray. I am already questioning if perhaps the end has already come for the Doctor on optical disc media. LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice continues to register spectacular quantities of sales, however there has been no announcement yet of further volumes. At current, there is nothing that is certainly coming to Blu-Ray for the remainder of this 12 months. Definitely a brand new phenomenon, this. There was at all times at least something to which to look forward, on the midway time level of a given yr. This yr, there's nothing. Or, to make use of World Economic Forum parlance, "nussing". Of late I have continued to work on including pictures to my Weblog. And nonetheless extra shall be forthcoming. And i added an image from The Bionic Woman- "The Vega Influence" to my Era 2 memoirs. One that reveals a meteorite that conveys an alien intelligence, being appeared-upon by Jaime Sommers and Dr. Michael Marchetti in a laboratory at Grand Thule Island Research Station. It's amongst my memories of late 1976 and early 1977. I have no idea if I have mentioned so earlier than, however I like the music in Season 2 of The Bionic Woman, the jaunty music for essential title sequences and episode titles, action beats, upbeat melodies, music of scenes of quiet introspection, and the ominous pieces of music. All of it is of a very distinctive sound that recalls me so very successfully to being within the 1976-7 faculty yr in my ultimate year in Douglastown in Era 2. I seldom experience the identical impact with the Six Million Dollar Man music but for a handful of notable exceptions, mostly in Season four and in episodes akin to "The Bionic Boy", "Vulture of the Andes", and "To Catch the Eagle". I'm fairly agitated, to make sure, with the seeming accelleration of Canada toward the dystopic ends of Mr, Schwab and the "penetrated" Canadian Cabinet of the J.T. Liberals. And the persistent refusal of Canadians to apply any moral or moral requirements to the J.T. authorities, certainly voting for extra of the identical. The majority of the people of my nation are evidently beneath a hypnosis and are sleepwalking the remainder of us over a cliff. God, I wish I did have some place set to which to flee to when J.T. drops all pretense to the opposite, and declares Canada a totalitarian collectivist police state. Assuming that I shall be ready to flee Canada at the moment. All for right this moment. Saturday, July 1. All that this day is for me is the day of the week, the name of the month, and the numerical date. Canada Day is useless to me. Not because I "purchase into" the "narrative" that Canada is undeserving of celebration of most of its past 156 years. But as a result of the Canada wherein I was raised and the Canada that I assumed assured me certain rights and freedoms, now not exists. Or did it ever actually exist at all? A Canada in which individuals vote for corruption, ethics violations, unending scandals and abuses of power, authoritarianism, absurd investigations of government by pals of the federal government, "gaslighting", outright lying, news media towing the dishonest government's line with out fail, the subsuming of the person underneath the collective (a la the former Eastern Bloc of the Cold War, Fascist Italy, et cetera.), the "othering" of people who thought it greatest not to be injected with a drug rushed to market with no lengthy-time period safety knowledge and identified quick-term hostile effects together with loss of life, the Prime Minister denouncing residents of the country, violent suppression of protests for rights and freedoms, bank account seizure, euthanasia for the not terminally unwell, et cetera, et cetera, shouldn't be my Canada. It doesn't warrant celebration. But I do have a time off from work on Monday. I should be grateful for that. And as it extends a weekend an extra day, a lot the better. A break day from work is now the only use that I've for the thing referred to as Canada Day. Moving onward. I've come upon a series of photos of the difficulty of Tv Guide magazine for August 13-19, 1977 for northeastern Ohio. In northeastern Ohio, there was one CBC Television station, a CBC affiliate in London, Ontario, CFPL-Tv, that was received on cable tv. It's 10 on black background in the Tv Guide listings for northeastern Ohio. And at 4 P.M. on August 13, 1977, CFPL aired the CBC Television community broadcast of Space: 1999- "One Moment of Humanity". As did all CBC Television stations in Canada's jap Maritimes, at the identical four o'clock hour in their time zone, my time zone. Below is an image of the relevant page of that northeastern Ohio situation of Tv Guide. Along with CFPL-Tv, independent Hamilton, Ontario television station CHCH-Tv, was also accessible in northeastern Ohio and had listings in the Tv Guide points for identical a part of Ohio. Eleven on black background denotes CHCH. The opposite tv stations in the listings are U.S.. U.S. associates of ABC, NBC, CBS, and PBS in Youngstown, Alliance, Erie, Cleveland, Akron, Steubenville, Weeling, and Pittsburgh. And impartial television stations in Cleveland and Canton, together with WUAB, channel 43, which was a protracted-time broadcaster of Space: 1999, from the 1970s via the 1980s. It is at all times a pleasure to once once more see a Tv Guide listing for, and episode synopsis of, Space: 1999. Particularly one for a CBC broadcast. Those have been the good old days. Oh, how the CBC has fallen from my favour in the years because it aired Space: 1999! Back then, in the 1970s and the 1980s, the CBC was "arms-down" my favorite of all television networks, Canadian and otherwise. J.T. has ruined the CBC like he has ruined just about every part else in my nation. Not that it was his handiwork alone, the decline of the CBC. That had began a few years earlier than the nepotistic marketing campaign of the current Prime Minister. But it surely has gone into warp drive over the previous eight years since that awful night in 2015. After i speak of the CBC of in the present day, the disgust that I really feel on my lips is palpable. It, the CBC, is as liable for the hypotising of the folks to vote J.T. Liberal no matter what, because the man himself together with his "dreamy" hairdo and surname. And the awful mess that the country is in, and can seemingly by no means extricate itself out of, whereas I need to observe in abject resignation. It's so difficult as of late to maintain myself centered on any entertainment topic. I nonetheless really feel like my life is in hazard. Viscerally. I cringe as I activate the Internet and am subjected to the news cycle on the first Web web page to appear on my Internet browser. It's only a matter of time before there is another COVID-19 and authorities diktats to be "jabbed" or else. The or else this time being internment at a camp adopted by demise. I have stored enough deal with my Internet activities to have added more images to earlier incarnations of this Weblog, and that i plan to proceed doing so by means of the summer season. There is a e-book that a fellow Canadian has written. I have been conscious of it for quite some time however only this past week did I delve deeper into it than its entrance and again covers and the one evaluation of it at Amazon.com. The ebook is named Breakaway: 1977. And as the title does at once point out, it involves Space: 1999. But not in the best way that one would tend to count on. It's a work of fiction set not inside the Space: 1999 universe but outside of it. It is a work of fiction surrounding the broadcasts of Space: 1999 within the 1970s in Yorkton in southeastern Saskatchewan, telling the story of three young folks of various personal backgrounds whose respective expertise with and enjoyment of Space: 1999 as proven on their local CBC affiliate, CKOS-Tv, brings them collectively and impacts their mindsets and their outlook on and reactions to the world of small-metropolis Canada of the mid-to-late-1970s. It's a most unusual type of oeuvre, this. I had never got here across anything prefer it in the followings of other, extra standard productions of the science fiction/fantasy genre. A fictional telling of experiences of followers of a selected outer-house-primarily based filmed work of imagination, and the drama of the lives of such individuals as they are touched by the showings of such a work. Here is the book's entrance cover. I have solely gone as far into the e-book because the pattern pages at Amazon.com have allowed. And I'm now intrigued sufficient by the book to purchase it, at a premium worth, to learn it in full. From what I have seen so far, it has the type of a collection of diary entries by three teenagers, recounting many of their experiences at school and around home, some to do with Space: 1999 directly, others tangentially, and others seemingly not in any respect. All told, it weaves relatively a compelling tale of lives of teenagers somewhat older than I at the time, who noticed Space: 1999 in Canada under circumstances quite different than those of my personal historical past. One in all them offers a synopsis and impressions of each episode that he sees on CKOS starting mid-October, 1975. Yes, he's launched to Space: 1999 by way of first season, as are the others. I do not know if the author, R.M. Kozan, is writing this from his own memories of the run of Space: 1999 in Yorkton, if the order of episodes broadcasts and their airdates, is true to actual-life. If it is, then Breakaway: 1977 it's a story price reading for this alone. The episodes ran in the following sequence told in the ebook by a young Roger Kay. "Breakaway" "War Games" "Collision Course" "Force of Life" "Death's Other Dominion" "Voyager's Return" "Alpha Child" "Dragon's Domain" "Mission of the Darians" This does not match the order of showing of the primary season episodes by CBET- Windsor, Ontario, in 1975-6, although almost all the episodes of the 2 broadcast sequences are in the same basic neighborhood. "Collision Course", "Force of Life", and "Death's Other Dominion" do tend to be telecast early in a run of first season. Then, "Alpha Child". "Dragon's Domain", if it had not been aired second, normally comes not long after "Alpha Child". There could be an episode or two separating them, however that is all. And "Mission of the Darians" usually comes after "Dragon's Domain". It did on CBHT/CBIT/CBCT in 1983 and 1984. The preview pages end as Roger is encapsulating the story of "Mission of the Darians". I'll want to buy the e book to proceed further. I say that I am intrigued enough to buy the guide and to learn it in full, however I have some trepidation, as may be expected in one akin to myself who has issue studying unfavourable commentary about Season 2 of Space: 1999. I expect that the characters in the e-book can be reacting to the changes to Space: 1999 between seasons, and in their discovery of the tv collection' cancellation in 1977 harbouring some resentment at Season 2 for its obvious role within the demise of the television sequence that captured their imagination in 1975. I've a hunch, a robust hunch, that this is the course in which the e-book is going. I might want to brace myself for it. The one review of Breakaway: 1977 at Amazon.com is much more eloquent that I may aspire to be, in describing the ebook. Here is that evaluate. An interesting read about an bold quest R.M. Kozan's Breakaway: 1977 is an formidable quest to discover the possibilities of the human situation versus the realities of young lives filled with hope. The young hopeful lives had been those of 8th graders Roger Kay, Samantha Renfield, and Lionel O'Neill- all very intelligent and marginalized for that, all with vibrant and intense mental worlds- and within the case of one in all them, too vibrant and intense for them to handle. The reality of their lives was the small metropolis of Yorkton on the southeastern part of Saskatchewan, and St. Joseph's Junior Highschool. For Roger Kay actuality was the humdrum life of an solely baby in a center class household, whose slight physique and intelligence made him the goal of bullies. For Samantha Renfield it was her mother or father's strict, conservative, religious upbringing- so oppressive to a young woman intelligent sufficient to understand women had been changing into more and more empowered and wanting to be a part of that change. Lionel O'Neill had essentially the most uphill battle: with his family beset by financial woes, his father turning to drink and victimizing his mom, his sisters fleeing their home and only his brother Jerry to care for him, Lionel (or Neil as Roger most well-liked to name him) additionally had two very dark secrets hidden away in his subconscious that attacked him unawares. Despite all this these three associates tried to craft better lives collectively than what was handed them by specializing in the beacon that informed their minds and raised their hopes: the Tv science fiction collection Space: 1999. Time would tell if these clever kids locked within the Canadian 1970s could use their formative years cocooned in Space: 1999 episodes and their relationship to transcend obstacles and limitations, discover a greater life, and carve out a future they can be completely happy to pursue.
This was a dense story, with heaps of data to sift by, layers of plot and backstory to trace, and a really long timeframe for its story arc. It made me a very lively reader, as a result of I wasn't investing in anyone character that passively pushed me along and stored the tempo regular- I would comprehend and manage all the knowledge given me to make sense of the plot, aspect stories, and any again tales. There have been the precise occasions recounted in Roger's diary, which confirmed how the three mates had been coping with their issues and limitations. There have been the conversations Roger taped. Depending on who was being taped (with or with out their information), they gave me insight on the dynamic of the small group, every character's current obsession, any issues a personality was championing, and the various Zeitgeist of that time and place. There were Roger's summaries of Space: 1999's episodes, which I found humbling as a fan of the sequence- because it turned out, I only really noticed the second season! Finally there have been excerpts of official paperwork from the police and courts, as well as accounts from the opposite characters, that moved the tale by leaps and bounds once I bought clues that Roger (whose diary was the primary supply of data for the story) wouldn't have recognized.
I did not commit to the story just because I wanted to know what happened next. I was engaged as a result of there was a lot happening already, and i appreciated the story sufficient to work hard on preserving the whole lot straight. This looks like lots of labor, but it actually was very intuitive. Understanding the story was like diving into a deep physique of water. The Space: 1999 summaries, brimming with episodic facts and Roger's inferences and insights, had been the framework- floor info to launch the rest of the story. Roger's diary was a barely deeper layer- things he felt, issues he hoped for, his subjective view of what occurred, set the context for me and helped me get my bearings. My aim nevertheless was to get to the "backside" of the tale- and at the bottom, when the noise and fervor of Roger's writings float away, I discovered a protracted quiet story arc of three individuals born manner earlier than their time, who nonetheless struggled both collectively and in isolation to get past the percentages stacked towards them so as to seek out their place on the planet.
For fans of Space: 1999 and those who remember the 1970s fondly, this tale might be a really pleasant trove of trivia. However the true beauty of R.M. Kozan's Breakaway: 1977 was the delicate plot that slowly developed within the Tv sequence' background noise and reached a shock climax. After shocking me, the tale took my hand and continued the arc longer than I expected (another shock) to let me know that old friends may decide the items up and agree upon an end I might feel happy about. Recommended.
Compelling, is it not? Much, far more so than my account of my experiences within the heyday of Space: 1999. As is thought by my autobiography's readers, my social existence intermixing with or proceeding alongside my following of Space: 1999, was by times quite a drama in itself, with ups and a few deep downs. But I need to admit that it was not anyplace close to as exceptional, as fascinating, as the stories of Roger and the others- and that i lacked then, and still do, the capacity for writing in so descriptive a method as to pull the reader totally, unwaveringly, empathetically, into my world. My immersion into the Space: 1999 universe was a yr after theirs, and not by way of the ugly body horror of the likes of "Dragon's Domain" however by way of the "house opera" of Maya joining the Alphans and the people of Alpha finding time and inclination for sociability and shut rapport of their everyday Moonbase Alpha surroundings because the Moon careened into dangers principally much less lethal, much less horrific, than these of first season. And but, there are some relatable issues for me in Roger Kay's diary entries. I used to be bodily constructed the same as him, and emotionally and behaviourally somewhat comparable. I used to be treated very similar to he was at school. After my transferring to Fredericton. Even Roger's point out of weather circumstances throughout a few of his discussions of Space: 1999 with his mates, generates in me a feeling of familiarity, my thoughts's eye able to envision exactly the weather and its results on the lands and folks of Yorkton as articulated by Roger. I'm, in spite of everything, also a Canadian. Though of a much differently landscaped a part of the nation, I can determine with how the characters have been coping with the sometimes less than ideal weather. The texture of the air, the winds, of autumn in Canada. That is a fairly frequent experience to Canadians alongside the latitudes of the nation's south. Ability to determine with characters in this explicit guide, is doubtless going to be much more appreciable for me than it ever has been for me in my reading of some other work of fiction. I shall buy Breakaway: 1977 and browse it this summer whereas I am on vacation. Bracing myself, as I should, for some bumps alongside the best way because the story of Roger and the others proceeds into the 1976-7 tv season and past. Within the e book, the CKOS telecasts of Space: 1999 in 1975 were mostly on Fridays at 10 P.M.. A space: 1999 airtime I have hitherto been unfamiliar with, and one that would put Space: 1999 as coming after Mary Tyler Moore, M*A*S*H, and Tommy Hunter, and before The National. If CKOS was faithful to the remainder of the CBC Television Friday night time line-up. I might presume, reading Mr. Kozan's guide as being an correct historical past of Space: 1999 broadcasts, that CKOS was videotape-delaying Space: 1999 from its showings on CBKRT- Regina. Why? I doubt that CBC-affiliated tv stations resembling CKOS have been receiving the film prints of the episodes, that solely the CBC-owned-and-operated tv stations, like CBKRT, were awarded that privilege. All for in the present day. Sunday, July 9, 2023. I'm now seated in my dwelling room, on a hazy, scorching summer season morning within the year 2023, typewriting a Weblog entry remembering two weekends of very long ago, the weekends of July 9 and 10, 1977 and July 8 and 9, 1978. It's now 46 and forty five years, respectively, since these two weekends. And but, I can nonetheless visualise them quite clearly. Of the two, the 1977 weekend is the one that I favour, by far, by light-years. It was the weekend on which my finest good friend, Michael, accompanied my parents and that i on one in all our visits with my grandparents in Fredericton. We four had left Douglastown on the morning of the preceding Friday. I can still see in my thoughts's eye my dining room's window giving view to the bottom of our driveway and the highest of Michael's, and the sight of Michael emerging from his driveway with his suitcase, walking the distance to our back door. I can visualise me and Michael within the again seat of the McCorry automotive as it traversed the approximate hundred-mile distance between the Miramichi region and Fredericton, how completely satisfied we were together. Now, in any case these years, it does seem dream-like. I've never known any friend since Michael to ever want to journey with me, a lot less do so. And Michael and that i had a superlative time that weekend, going about Skyline Acres and the varsity playground there, sleeping in the twin beds in my grandmother's basement, watching Saturday morning U.S. television including Sylvester and Tweety and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour (both by way of CBS affiliate WAGM), singing the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups track together as we walked to the Scholten's 7-11 to buy for us some of these treats, as summer sunshine poured down on us round noon that Saturday. Then, the overcast skies as we two went with my father to the Regent Mall, the place I bought from Radioland a space: 1999 vinyl file of sleeve plastered with pictures mainly from the Space: 1999 second season opener, "The Metamorph", and containing four Space: 1999 tales voiced by individuals at Power Records' audio recording studio. Michael and i watching the spooky Space: 1999 first season episode, "The Troubled Spirit", in French from 8 to 9 P.M. as a thunder and lightning storm struck Fredericton. Michael was with me in all of my Warner Brothers cartoon and Space: 1999 pursuits, by no means a second's admonition over my specific foci of curiosity. Though Michael did categorical some amusement at my befuddling discovery that the ability Records Space: 1999 stories used not the voices nor any of the then-familiar-to-me music nor any of the sound results of the Space: 1999 television sequence-correct. It was a weekend that I would cherish for the rest of my life, particularly when looked back upon by an older Kevin worn-down morally by a seemingly incessant deficient interest of pals in maintaining any size of time's firm with me, at or around residence or on a traveller's road. After leaving Douglastown to move to Fredericton, I appear to have turn out to be doomed to being the person with whom people spent a sparing amount of time, if even that, the nugatory "booby prize" to anyone who happened not to seek out higher companionship on a summer time's day. There is little question in any way in my thoughts that Michael in 1977, was my best friend. Best buddy of my Douglastown years. Best pal of the entire years of my upbringing (these of Miramichi area and Fredericton). Best friend of my life. Nobody else would ever travel with me, and write, long-distance phone call, and visit me, all with a requisite spending of cash for doing so. Michael is the one pal to have performed all of that. And to have stayed involved with me for almost three years after my leaving Douglastown, is significant in itself. How many people saved in communication for that long with a pal who moved away, back, way back, earlier than the age of the Internet and social media? Michael needed that contact. And i again then, was not as agreeable, shall I say, as I am immediately. I used to be a egocentric brat. Empathy-deficient to no small degree. Unrestrained in expressing extreme pique when not "getting my approach". And but, Michael favored me and needed to be with me, at my place for sleep-overs, bicycling by my side via Douglastown, having fun within the garage, reworking it into no matter, and going with me to my grandparents' place 100 miles away for a weekend. No one else, apart from my parents, has ever wanted that a lot of me. For most people, I'm only acceptable in small doses, infrequent small doses. Because I just like the wrong things. Because I'm not extroverted. Or simply because I am boring. I do not regale a dialog partner with oh, so erudite conversation about professional sports activities, Hockey Night in Canada, in style music, or no matter else is judged to be the requisite conversation for males who will not be "nerds". I'm eminently disposable. And this is probably another a part of that Karmic punishment that I have to endure for as long as I stroll the Earth. I was keen to depart Douglastown and its individuals behind in 1977, in deciding to be agreeable to shifting to Fredericton. It turned my "simply desserts" to only discover friendship with individuals who would brush me aside or belittle me with out the slightest hesitation. Oh, however that was such a splendid weekend, that one with Michael in 1977 not long before my life came crashing down in a blaze of rejection and invalidation. And Michael and i finally "falling out" in 1980, never to see one another once more. It is a tragedy if ever there was one for a only-child like myself who wanted a friend like Michael to "grow up with" and have as a soulmate through the entire trials and tribulations and losses of grownup life. What of that other weekend? The one in 1978? I had, earlier that week, discovered in Tv Guide that there was to be a CHSJ-Tv-solely showing of Space: 1999 at 5 P.M. on that Saturday (July 8). I deduced that it have to be an episode that CHSJ had earlier videotape-recorded from the CBC for some videotape-delay purpose, and that episode may solely be "Dragon's Domain" from Saturday, May 6, 1978, when CHSJ was planning to air it at 6 P.M. after the Liberal Party of latest Brunswick's leadership convention, which lasted longer than expected, thwarting any plans to that day air Space: 1999. It regarded like CHSJ had not dispensed with its videotape-recording of the CBC's May 6 broadcast of "Dragon's Domain" and was now, on July 8, going to indicate it. I used to be fairly excited, to say the least. It was a day not not like at the moment. Hazy and sizzling. I persuaded my mom that Saturday morning (of July 8) to phone CHSJ-Tv for me to ask what episode of Space: 1999 that was going to be proven. She was informed only that it was "an old one". Oh, CHSJ. So disinterested. So unavailing. But not less than there was going to be an area: 1999 episode that day on television on CHSJ, even though the CBC Television network was not going to be transmitting one throughout the country. I used to be certain in my mind that it could only be "Dragon's Domain". I had my audiotape mechanism on the ready at our living room tv speaker as 5 o'clock approached. Coverage of tennis tournament at Wimbledon was within the providing by way of most of that Saturday afternoon on both the CBC and CHSJ. It was supposed to finish at 5 P.M., CHSJ then proceeding to air Space: 1999, the opposite CBC broadcasting stations within the japanese Maritimes exhibiting one thing called Disappearing World. But Wimbledon tennis play saved on going and going. I may solely sit there in our residing room with increasing frustration as minutes ticked previous. Was I doomed to having to see "Dragon's Domain" again with it joined in progress (as had been the case the earlier November)? But the serving of the tennis balls saved on continuing. Past 5:30. Then, lastly, the day's broadcast of motion at Wimbledon got here to a close. CHSJ evidently thought that becoming a member of Space: 1999 in progress that late into its episode, was inappropriate, and as a substitute opted for a musical television programme. Denny's SHO, perhaps. I have no idea what it was. And I did not care. All that I knew was that I had been once once more dashed of my hopes of seeing "Dragon's Domain" from its very beginning. I used to be indignant, bitter, glum. My mother and father decided to cheer me by providing a night at the movie theatre to me, and we saw Battlestar Galactica at Nashwaaksis Cinema 2. I had no data that we have been seeing the opening episode of a coming tv sequence. It seemed to me to be a cinema movie like some other. And i most popular it to Star Wars, really. Michael would quickly be part of me at our place in Fredericton for a weekend. Later that month (July, 1978). We had been as close as two associates may very well be, now residing some a hundred miles apart. Two weekends some forty-plus years ago. They are very a lot in my thoughts this weekend. Oh, how I miss the friendship of Michael! Oh, how I miss the presence of my dad and mom! And my grandparents! And my cat, Frosty! All who or that had been a part of my life in those years long earlier than the awful circumstances of J.T.'s Canada immediately. I lament how far gone Canada is. There are countries in western Europe that are in some way capable of throw off the shackles of the World Economic Forum. The Netherlands at the moment are freed from the Rutte government that was decided to spoil them (the Netherlands) in the cause of globalism and the entire dystopic aims of such. Italy, likewise. Yet, Canada appears to be "doubling down" on its endorsement of the machinations of Mr. Schwab and his elitist goons and his "poster child", J.T., the oh, so anointed one. Conservative- or freedom-minded Canadians proceed to be method too optimistic. No means will Canada ever be rid of J.T., but J.T. shall be rid of Canada. The complete destruction of the Canadian approach of life is clearly the purpose, and far as I loathe saying it, Canada has fallen. Canada is a failed state. Its leader is now not defeatable. Losing the popular vote and never garnering sufficient seats in Parliament for a governmental majority, are inadequate to cause his elimination from workplace. He has retained power twice already after such election results. And he acts so arrogantly, so with out remorse in his utter crassness, so with out disgrace in his proclivity for authoritarianism, population restriction, and division of the residents, as a result of he is aware of that he is in power for "the lengthy haul". He can do something to Canadians that he desires. He can bully them into having injections identified to have serious adversarial effects. He can name them one thing ending in i, s, and t, in the event that they resist the bullying. He can query whether they should be tolerated. He has enough guaranteed Liberal votes in key elements of the country to insure that he holds the workplace of Prime Minister for however long is required for Canada to be formally declared null. Bankrupt. Insolvent. Its individuals nothing greater than wastes of area to be disposed-of, both via fatal reactions to a "vaccine" or by medically assisted loss of life. Unfortunately, I appear to haven't any means of escape. Whatever fate awaits a citizen of the failed state of Canada, I need to face- although I didn't forged a ballot for any of what has occurred to my nation since 2015. I am conscious each summer as I embark upon my vacation that it may be the final year that I will probably be able to do so. I'm going into every year with my Website wondering if it could be the final one during which I've a website. And yet, I persist in increasing or improving my Website, as I've executed in latest days. Website updates are as follows. My Era 3 memoirs have some growth of memories of watching episodes of The Bionic Woman in autumn of 1977, together with five images of the "Fembots in Las Vegas" Bionic Woman two-parter. I've changed outdated pictures of "Beanstalk Bunny" from a laser videodisc supply, with display captures of that cartoon from Blu-Ray, having performed so for all "Beanstalk Bunny" images in "Deconstructing" Bugs: The Bugs Bunny Cartoons of 1955, The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show Page, and my Era 5 memoirs. And I've made changes to the episode titles to Cosmos 1999, so that the capitalising of French phrases is correct to how they actually seem in the episodes, and have worked to insure that they are constant throughout the entire relevant Web pages at my Website, including The Space: 1999 Page, my Boy Meets Alpha memoirs, Era 2 and Era 3 of McCorry's Memoirs, and all of my tv listings Web pages. Also, I've eradicated the comma beforehand used in all of my references to the Space: 1999 episode title, "New Adam New Eve", and this spans a vast number of my Website's part Web pages, together with my Weblog. And most notable of all, all incarnations of this Weblog have many, many new photographs in them, them including April 16, 2007-to-September 19, 2015, October 4, 2015-to-May 4, 2018, May 5, 2018-to-June 19, 2020, and June 20, 2020-to-October 19, 2022. The brand new images embrace these of cartoons of Warner Brothers, Pink Panther Show cartoon title card photos, photos of Spiderman and Rocket Robin Hood, many, many photographs of Space: 1999, pictures of Space: 1999 and The Six Million Dollar Man DVD covers, photographs of The Empire Strikes Back, The Night Stalker, Space Academy, Galactica 1980, and The Bionic Woman, photos of Blu-Ray covers of Soylent Green, Outland, Westworld, et cetera. And so much more. My work of picture additions to my Weblog will be ongoing through the summer time. And i propose now to bring this Weblog entry to a detailed. Sunday, July 16, 2023. I am now on vacation from work, and can be till August 21. And of course, my Karma being what it's, my beginning of vacation time is met with rain. Five days in a row of it, in actual fact. No sunshine. No blue sky. July 16, and particularly its falling on a Sunday, has some considerable significance to me, for Sunday, July 16, 1978 was the day on which CHSJ-Tv aired Space: 1999 at 6 P.M. in lieu of Walt Disney- and the Space: 1999 episode specifically was "Dragon's Domain", videotape-delayed from the CBC Television repeat broadcast of it on Saturday, May 6, 1978. Saturday, May 6, 1978, the day on which CHSJ had been exhibiting New Brunswick Liberal Leadership Convention whilst the CBC was airing Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain" at 4 P.M.. CHSJ was at last telecasting that videotaped copy of "Dragon's Domain", having been thwarted twice from airing it sooner, due to the longer-than-time-slotted New Brunswick Liberal Leadership Convention on 6 May and, on July 8, an overlong showing of the tennis competitions at Wimbledon. I have no idea why Walt Disney was "unavailable for broadcast" on July 16, 1978, nevertheless it was a fortuitous development for CHSJ's videotape-recording of Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain" from May 6. Which eventually went out to New Brunswick on CHSJ. Within seconds of my seeing Moonbase Alpha appear on the display with a well-known refrain of music, I used to be leaping into motion. I caught glimpses of World Space Commission typeface and Helena at her typewriter, visualisations completely new to me (them having been missed on November 12, 1977 because "Dragon's Domain" had been "joined in progress" that day by the CBC), as I raced to arrange my audiocassette machine to do the audiotape-recording of the episode. Within lower than twenty seconds, my apparatus was capturing the sounds of Space: 1999 as Tony Cellini was in his dwelling quarters experiencing some swirling lights and the acquainted sound of the monster. I beheld the main Space: 1999 introduction bearing the "This Episode" speedy cuts of "Dragon's Domain" scenes, my first time of seeing that. And then, CHSJ went to commercials. My parents, in our kitchen cleaning the dishes, were stunned by the sudden euphoria and hurried actions of their son along with the familiar music of Space: 1999. "What in blazes is occurring?" they have been asking. "What the heck is Space: 1999 doing on, on Sunday evening?" My mother minutes later talking to me her recommendation that I rely my blessing in being given an unexpected alternative to see Space: 1999 as we watched together the crew of the Ultra Probeship working aboard their spacecraft as it approached the planet Ultra and subsequently a selected spaceship in an odd cluster of spacefaring vessels. I used to be scarcely any braver then than I had been on November 12, when the monster scenes had been earlier screened on televisions in Canada. But I did have a sight or two of the monster extending tentacles in direction of its human feed. My mom remarked an aghast assertion or two because the monster devoured crew members of the Ultra Probe, and shuddered as she heard it screaming like a banshee because it proceeded to acquire its "din-dins". It must have been exceedingly gratifying to followers of Space: 1999 in northern Nova Scotia with entry to CHSJ-Tv along with CBHT (or CBCT), to have seen "Dragon's Domain" on CBHT (or CBCT) on May 6, 1978, and then have occasion to see it again, on July sixteen of identical 12 months, on CHSJ. Those individuals where so very fortunate to receive each CBHT (or CBCT) and CHSJ. Such a distinction may need included me if we had continued living in Douglastown and I used to be in a position to pull CBCT into our dwelling room as I did on Saturday, August 13, 1977. For so long as I live, I'll always remember the morning following July 16, 1978, an overcast one on Linden Crescent, as David B. was as unbelieving of my account of seeing Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain" the night before, as Helena was of Cellini's story of the monster in the episode. Until Mike J. emerged from his house and joined us in the driveway of Eric and stated, "Hey, Kevin. Space: 1999 was on Walt Disney last night." Exact citation. Those were Mike's phrases, as David's incredulity dropped to the pavement beneath our feet. I had a corroborating witness, although Mike was not strictly appropriate in his assertion. Walt Disney was preempted; Walt Disney had not provided an episode of Space: 1999 as part of its television season episode line-up. But Mike's statement "backed up" my testimony. And i had audiotape-recorded proof additionally, although David never did hearken to that. There are occasions when I wonder if he was a lot of a staunch follower of Space: 1999 in any respect, or if Space: 1999 (Season 1 solely, in fact) had simply been a passing fancy that had already largely handed before he met me. This past week, I continued my work on including pictures to my Weblog's incarnations. Now that I am on trip, I propose to have a "break" of some appreciable size from Website work in addition to time away from my job. I am not planning to desist from Website updates and Weblog entries for the total 5 weeks of my trip; I will most likely be back to my endeavours at kevinmccorrytv.ca someday inside the next two weeks. The BBC has introduced another Doctor Who Blu-Ray box set in The gathering vary for 2022. Release date is purported to be mid-September, though nothing official has been said in such regard. It is Season 20. The second of the seasons with Peter Davison as the Doctor. It consists of the Johnny Byrne-penned "Arc of Infinity". Johnny Byrne was late of Space: 1999 when he wrote for Doctor Who. Terrance Dicks, a long-time regular hand in the Doctor Who scriptwriting workplaces, scribed "The Five Doctors", which closed Season 20. Terrance Dicks, who wrote Space: 1999- "The Lambda Factor". Space: 1999 thespians in Season 20 Doctor Who included Paul Jerricho and Isla Blair and Patrick Troughton (as the Second Doctor in "The Five Doctors"). I like most of the Season 20 Doctor Who tales, especially "Arc of Infinity" (which is routinely berated by Doctor Who fans), "Mawdryn Undead", "Enlightenment", and "The Five Doctors", and do wholeheartedly welcome the new Blu-Ray field set of Doctor Who. Here is a picture of it. No other information on upcoming releases of leisure of curiosity on Blu-Ray or DVD. No signal yet of labor on an additional quantity of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. U.S. Vice-President Kamala Harris stated that lowering inhabitants is a purpose of her administration after which asserts that she misspoke when she used the word, inhabitants. That she meant to say, pollution. Maybe so. Nevertheless it was a "Freudian slip", I'd say. I'd say that population discount as a aim is the reality and her subconscious had her stating it, when she meant to say something else. It's the only credible clarification for the continuing promotion of an injection inflicting cardiovascular harm, autoimmune injury, et cetera, to say nothing of unknown lengthy-term results. An injection causing demise. More unexpected deaths this month embrace that of an NFL player, one Paul Duncan. Of cardiac arrest. As common, no mention of the enormous elephant within the room. I so want for this world to cease in order that I can "get off", supplied that I've a spaceship and a place to go, far, far away from the folly of my fellow humans who simply cannot let go of the totalitarian impulse, not even with the lessons of historical past sitting there in copious texts on the shelves in large libraries. Rodney Palmer appeared for a second time at the National Citizens Inquiry as regards to CBC propaganda. Here is the Hyperlink to it. https://rumble.com/v2oqgha-veteran-journalist-rodney-palmer-exposes-the-cbcs-lies-and-propaganda-ottaw.html Again, I urge my readers to observe the video and to share it. All for as we speak. Monday, July 17, 2023. I've added some photos of Sesame Street to my Era 2 memoirs. They're photos of an animated cartoon phase of many a Sesame Street episode, often called "E Imagination" ("E e. See me. Eating a peach. Sitting on an eagle. Chasing a beagle. To the Queen on her knee by the sea."), and Ernie counting noisy sheep. I've at all times loved "E Imagination", and its nostalgia-triggering power in the present day is formidable. Very, very formidable. Cloudy and rainy, this morning is. Why am I writing "Yoda-communicate"? I count on summer time to work its magic at sparking many flashbacks to olden days and profound levels of most heartfelt nostalgia. Once I am away from the duties of work for a few days, this course of may be anticipated to start. It wouldst be nice to have some pleasant weather, however nostalgia does not require that. Indeed, generally a wistful temper and nostalgia arising out of such, may be fostered very successfully by a string of grey and rainy days. And if I scroll speedily through an period of my autobiography, my sensory intake of all of the rapidly manifest visualisations, triggers some part of my mind to cause me to feel momentarily like I am back in these past times. Back with my parents. Back with pals. Back in my younger physique. Back earlier than my nation fell to the J.T. "regime". Back after i felt safe, my rights protected. I will grant that it might be tiresome to my readers, for me to maintain opining on the political scenario in Canada. But I can not put it out of my mind. I really feel an existential dread, a nerve-racking foreboding, a primal worry that the horrors of totalitarianism are on their solution to the world simply outside my door. Designating some "othered" underclass and then condemning it, questioning whether or not it needs to be tolerated, "smacks" of the totalitarian states of the twentieth century's first half. Somehow, deep in my subconscious, even at an age when I was too younger to grasp the ideologies of political parties, I knew that the Liberals had been trouble. I despised the federal Liberals since before I used to be age thirteen, watching the election in 1979. I couldn't cogently articulate even to myself why I did. I had an antipathy for the P.M. of 1968-to-1984. The man on whose identify the present P.M. pinned his electoral bid in 2015. By my late teenage years, I used to be leery of the policies being pursued by what I know in the present day as the "Laurentian elite". I also at all times thought that the a in the word, vaccinated, sounded unsettlingly similar to the a in fascism. And that i remarked about such every now and then. People in my life seemingly thought I was "nuts". I wonder if they nonetheless assume this way. Oh, probably. They're in all probability J.T. "junkies". There are an awful lot of such persons round. It is why Canada is in the mess that it is in, sadly. For now, I've the past to which to flee for five weeks. And i intend to go for that. I will proceed with my traditional summertime visits to locations of my upbringing, including those within the Miramichi region, and I will watch many Blu-Rays and DVDs of entertainments of my past life eras. I consider that I'll at this time watch Space: 1999- "The Immunity Syndrome", in commemoration of my viewing of it in English on 15 July, 1977 and in French on 22 July, 1977. This is all for at this time. It's the final day of July, 2023. And the beginning of my third week of a five-week trip from my job. It has not been a trip from work on my Website, nonetheless. I have continued including photos to my Weblog's first 4 incarnations. I have added photographs and rememberings of Sesame Street to my Era 2 memoirs, along with some references, in those rememberings, to the 1972 animated cartoon television special, Dig, and the cartoons of Warner Brothers. And I've improved vastly on the images heading my articles on "Hyde and Hare", Bugs' 1955 cartoons, and the Tweety and Sylvester cartoons. Indeed, the Virgil Ross restricted edition cel, "Scare Hare", has never seemed so gorgeous on my Website as it now does on "Hyde and Hare": An Overlooked Masterpiece. I'm sharing on my Facebook Web web page every episode of Cosmos 1999 in High Definition, someone at YouTube having mated the Cinelume Productions French audio with the High Definition video from the Network Distributing Blu-Rays. I am sharing one episode each weekday over the course of the summer season. I've completed my provision of Season 1 and am proceeding right now with the beginning of Season 2. Oh, that horrible season that everyone who is anybody, deplores and subjects to daily denunciation. My mates on Facebook desire to neither touch upon nor "like-click on" something to do with Space: 1999 that I choose to publish. I feel that they way back opted to simply ignore something I put forth to them involving that television present of long ago that mainstream populations have forgotten. Why, then, do I proceed to submit the fabric? That is an effective query. Forlorn hope, I suppose, that somebody might lastly not less than acknowledge that my allegiance of so many years to an leisure of my youth, is one thing meriting some positive recognition. There may be no question as to the facility of my nostalgia for the time of my life in which I was launched to Space: 1999 and when my curiosity in it burgeoned, amidst the backdrop of beautiful Douglastown, New Brunswick, and amongst a largely appreciative following of it (and its second season, primarily) in that village along the river Miramichi. Douglastown of September, 1976 to August, 1977, was the place and when i noticed each episode of Space: 1999's second season and where and when my awareness of first season Space: 1999 emerged, with broadcasts of episodes of that first season in French, plus the novelisations of them. I now regard late 1976 and the first half, at the very least, of 1977 as that time in my life that was closest to superb. Culminating in the last day of faculty that June, on which my good friend, David F., and i taught house and astral bodies, to the Grade four and 5 classes of our college. I had extra mates then than I ever have had at every other time. The occasional unhealthy day aside (nothing is ideal in this world), I was completely happy. The things that I appreciated have been common, as was I along with them. Would this have lasted if I had stayed there? For the way long would it have lasted? I do not know. But nonetheless, it is the one time of my life that I now crave to "get again to", to rejoin and "carry on" with living. A view up Williston Road in Douglastown in Miramichi City, New Brunswick. Douglastown has been visted by me a few occasions in my summer season vacation in 2023. To this point this trip, I've been again in Douglastown a few times. And this 12 months, with my sentiment for 1976 and 1977 being so strong, so very sturdy, I am appreciating being back there greater than I've in fairly a very long time, regardless of the continuing "thinning out" of my old surroundings. More bushes gone. More houses gone. Happily, there are huge fields and woodlands same as they was once, in components of Douglastown, including a mix of area and bushes a short distance up the Williston Road, to the suitable of the road and stretching to the hill right down to Hutchinson Brook. And it is so divinely quiet there. Peaceful. None of the persistent sound of emergency vehicles such as that heard in Fredericton. I can not go for a stroll in Fredericton without my ears being blasted and my nerves jangled by the sound of paramedic and ambulance sirens. Douglastown is sparsely populated. This have to be why I can discover some respite there from all too audible reminders of the accursed submit-2020 world. Why are so many people so confounded trusting of the news media? Have they no "intestine feelings" in any respect that something isn't right in what the anchor-persons are saying, in the blatant lack of both-sides-of-story, objective reporting, in clear refusal to acknowledge actuality post-"roll-out"-of-a-sure-injection? I need to escape from the craziness. Even if only for the brief while after i can return in space (alas not time) to where I had my greatest days. And i despise it, I'll at all times despise it, when people would sully my fondness for these greatest days, with assaults upon the television present most outstanding in my life then, and the season of it that was being broadcast in English on CBC Television to my nice appreciation and that of my pals then. Yes, though I now not take a look at a lot of the Space: 1999 fan discussion on Facebook, my eyes are often accosted by the invective towards Season 2 and Mr. Freiberger, at other locations on the World Wide Web. Beneath a YouTube video, during which there was the same old barrage of one individual after another assailing every part coming after "The Testament of Arkadia", someone actually got here to the defence of Season 2, saying that he most well-liked it for its pacing, its action. The hostility acquired from the preeminent ones for this, was swift. Along the strains of, "You need action, go watch The Dukes of Hazzard. That's more up your alley, dummy." What a bunch of pig's swill! I beloved Season 2 Space: 1999 and hated The Dukes of Hazzard. Not all motion television is alike. And science fiction/fantasy can have motion and nonetheless be significant, stimulating of the higher mind features, while still entertaining with quick-paced incidents enhanced with energetic music. What in regards to the action in the Star Wars movies? What about that? Is that the identical because the action in the Dukes of Hazzard? No. It is space-primarily based. It has mythological dimensions. And nor is the action of the second season episodes of Space: 1999- Season 2 the same as what is in the Dukes of Hazzard. The action of Space: 1999 is occurring on alien worlds or inside technological Moonbase Alpha. Not in some American South "hick town". There isn't a recurring arch-villain like Boss Hogg, to be foiled again in the newest automobile chase with twangy guitar music. And to be clear, it is not that I dislike automotive chases. In James Bond motion pictures, in the espionage world of the Double-O agents, they are sublimely pleasant. That is down to the writing of the issues at stake, the credible portrayal of James Bond in mortal peril, and the exquisitely dynamic music of John Barry. But I'm digressing. Action and meaningful and/or imagination-capturing story aren't mutually unique. Only a blinkered idiot would argue so. And I'm dealing with blinkered idiots. The same type of people who say that everybody to the political Right of J.T. is a fascist- and all of the other usual i, s, and t words. "Only a Sith deals in absolutes," mentioned Obi-Wan in one of the Star Wars prequels. Indeed. It isn't slow-paced and talky and deliberate at all times intellectually good and action and quick tempo at all times intellectually devoid. But I'm coping with blinkered idiots. And they're legion on the web, saying that Catherine Schell ruined (or the word starting with an f followed by up) Space: 1999 on a discussion "thread" meant to celebrate her birthday, or stating "Fred Freiberger show-killer" at any time when somebody has a constructive touch upon a third season Star Trek episode (I was improper about Star Trek fans; they, or a sizable share of them, still are of loutish closed-mindedness with regard to the Freiberger season of Star Trek). So few individuals are capable of see via the haze of drained, tired outdated vitriol and recognise the advantage in what was brought to film below the producership of the man named Fred, and acknowledge that what ultimately happened to Star Trek, Space: 1999, and The Six Million Dollar Man can not rationally be left on the ft of one man. One man who did have incontrovertible success together with his work in different efforts. Enough for today. Back to my vacation. Wednesday, August 9, 2023. My trip continues. To this point, I have gone to Miramichi City twice this vacation and am planning to do so yet another time. The weather, nonetheless, after being brilliant, blue, and honest for some whereas, is becoming much less and less reliably sunny. I am hoping to go to my previous dwelling area for that third time this coming weekend. I have additionally done my usual spherical of revisits of Fredericton areas of past significance to me. Skyline Acres, in fact. Where my grandparents lived. Saunders Street, also the place my grandparents resided. Fredericton Highschool and surrounding areas, together with my routes of old to Wendy's, Burger King, and McDonald's. University of recent Brunswick campus, and on it the Harriet Irving Library, and Tilley, Carleton, and MacLaggan Halls, wherein the bulk of my classrooms of my Bachelor of Arts years had been situated. The Seminar Room for many of my third-yr and fourth-12 months History courses was open, and that i entered it and walked around, remembering times of way back when I used to be in there. Times of long ago when my dad and mom were living and I used to be younger and decidedly much less cynical than I now am. Alas, the English classroom in Carleton Hall on third ground, which was once open for me to take a seat in and remember the olden days of my first university yr, Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays on whose afternoons my English class completed my day's schedule and my father was awaiting me within the Bookstore parking lot to deliver me residence around 3:30, is now sealed with a mix lock. I wish to retrace as lots of those first yr steps as I can whenever I am back at University New Brunswick for a summertime visit. Now, there's one place into which I undoubtedly cannot go. I went to Lake George the place my grandparents' cottage used to be and did a walkabout there on trails and roads on which I used to be the one particular person, with close to perfect quiet as I moved about, the nearest freeway being some ten kilometres distant. And that i visited the household grave site for my parents, grandparents, and nice grandparents, on Woodstock Road. And I've additionally eaten at restaurants many instances this trip. Miramichi City's A & W, Harvey's, and Swiss Chalet, and the Portage Restaurant adjoining what was once C.F.B. Chatham. Fredericton's Ramada restaurant (which used to be known as Paddles), Pizza Delight on Prospect Street, Mary Brown's Fried Chicken, and Swiss Chalet. I'm trying to avoid going to southside Fredericton as much as I can, as the construction zones there and in components of Fredericton North approaching the bridges to the south aspect of the town, are making going anywhere in an inexpensive amount of time, subsequent to unimaginable. I am striving to make the most of my trip time this yr, because I have an uneasy feeling that life goes to turn into troublesome over the subsequent twelve months. It is certainly trying like collectors of Blu-Ray and DVD are going to be facing an era of ever diminishing product. Fewer-and-farther-between releases of objects of interest, and increasingly more out-of-print Blu-Rays and DVDs. The Season 20 Blu-Ray field set of Doctor Who has not as yet been assigned a launch date, three releases in Doctor WHO- The gathering this 12 months are wanting more and more unlikely, and followers of Doctor Who're starting to jot down of there in the end not being a full set of COLLECTIONs and opining that emphasis be given on releasing specific seasons, before the gathering range dies. Network Distributing is not any extra. SONY in Australia has discontinued distributing Blu-Rays there. An American Blu-Ray replication plant has closed, which means that production runs at different facilities are usually backlogged, slowing releases down by some appreciable margin. The Russia-Ukraine War has for some purpose restricted Blu-Ray manufacture in Poland, and that is, I believe, where the Doctor Who Blu-Rays are replicated. It's all a "good storm" for heralding the top of physical media. And is it "own nussing und be completely happy" subsequent? Whilst I've been on my trip, some folks have been making an attempt to contact me. By phone. I really feel that I ought to mention that if I hear my telephone ring in such a manner as to point a long-distance telephone name, my inclination is to not go racing to the back room of my home to raise the receiver and reply the decision. Especially if I'm in the course of preparing a meal, consuming a meal, or readying to go outdoors for a stroll. Or about to have a bath or to answer the decision of nature. As it is, forty-9 occasions out of fifty, the long-distance phone calls are junk. Telemarketers. And so forth. I'm unlikely to obtain an extended-distance phone call from prolonged family, and my associates desire to make use of Facebook, if certainly they want to speak with me at all. Most do not. In summation, I say that if a protracted-distance telephone name comes into my home, my tendency is not to answer it. Though I could sometime later take a look at caller identification, out of curiosity. And usually, it was a waste of my time doing that. Telemarketer. Or a notation of, "seemingly spam". Even local phone calls I tend not to answer, if I don't recognise the caller's name and telephone quantity. And more often than not, I don't. The individuals trying to achieve me are from the Space: 1999 fan motion. I have realized this from a Facebook message. Astonishingly, that they had me in thoughts to write down some liner notes for some Space: 1999 fiftieth anniversary product. Me. The lowly exile. The Destroyer. The individual so hated by followers generally that to today his Web page for Space: 1999, his Space: 1999 chronology proposals, and his Space: 1999 CBC broadcast history information, have gone unread by them. Anyway, after trying unsuccessfully to succeed in me by phone, the folks keen on my involvement of their undertaking, decided to go for someone else. I wonder who. Apparently, they now consider it more prudent to do so. If I was at house when they telephoned (I'm unsure that I used to be) and did reply the phone name, I might have declined their invitation, as I have no want to enter into the road of fire once more, which is sure to be the result of any renewed involvement of me within the Space: 1999 fan motion. I'm fairly positive that the fans are in close to unanimity in not wishing to see my title on any product for his or her beloved tv present. Why argue with that? Let the followers have their fifty yr celebration with the people they select to include in it, and with the biases that they are going to hew to for ther relaxation of their born days. I wish the aforementioned individuals joy of it, in whatever it's that they are doing for Space: 1999 at fifty years. Maybe I'll buy it, if I'm given the choice of doing so. And if the product is respectful of both seasons. But it's best that I stay clear of involvement in any Space: 1999 fan project. And that I keep clear of Space: 1999 fandom normally. I definitely no longer have my mother and father for ethical support when the standard acrimonious outcome happens. And that i do wish to be clear. My opinion of the Space: 1999 fan motion and its management of thirty years in the past and of latest time, has not modified. What brushes that I've un-communicatively, "trollingly" had prior to now few years with Space: 1999 discussions on the internet, in nearly no time at all have had me sighing, chafing, saying, "Oh, give me a break!" and reaching for the clicking function of my laptop mouse poised atop an higher-proper-nook X. Rapprochement for me and the fan following of Space: 1999 and sure of its leaders, is just not doable. And that i should keep nicely out of it, the fan following. I give thanks to these folks for contemplating me. Sadly, I doubt that their consideration of me can be appreciated by the fans at giant, or by my adversaries and erstwhile chums of way back. I would rather not put myself in that enviornment. My writings on Space: 1999 and on my history with it, are here at this Website, and will proceed to be so till such time as government decrees that I "personal nussing" and that I be "comfortable" (not!). Still no news about a second volume of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice, though there is loads of discussion on the topic on the Blu-Ray.com Forum. It is certainly nonetheless "flavour of the day" there. For what which may be price. More images have been added to my Era three and Era four memoirs. Images of Le Mutant, Eight is Enough, Return of the Saint, Star Trek, and Invasion: UFO. Plus a brand new paragraph remembering Return of the Saint. I've also additional upped the picture content of previous incarnations of my Weblog. All for as we speak. Monday, the fourteenth of August, 2023. I went to Miramichi City once more on Saturday this previous weekend. While there, I walked round the former town of Newcastle, including a prolonged perambulation alongside the sidewalks of Old King George Highway and Pleasant Street. I had a hen strip basket at Newcastle Dairy Queen earlier than shifting onward to the former village of Douglastown and my house area within the middle a part of Douglastown by way of which the Hutchinson Brook flows. After I disembarked my car parked alongside St. Samuel's Church corridor, I began my normal stroll along the street between my previous home's backyard and the corridor, and on the right aspect of the corridor, in a driveway there very near the driveway of my previous good friend, Michael, there was parked a vehicle from which somebody was removing a small chest to carry into the hall. I recognised the person virtually immediately, and for a second I couldn't imagine my eyes. Could or not it's? It is! There only a few feet away from me was my outdated buddy, Ev (Evie). I called out his title, and he looked in my course, not sure for a second who I used to be. Once i stated my identify, he expressed shock and pleasure at seeing me. It must have been very strange indeed for him to be there in such close proximity to the place I used to reside, the place he used to visit me, after which to see me just appear there in entrance of the back of my previous place, calling out his name. It must have felt to him like something out of a dream. We talked for a very good fifteen minutes, at the least. About our lives as they currently are. Our well being. How we were coping with our mutual advancing years. We talked some about work. We remembered a few of our respective experiences in junior and senior high school. We even talked for a couple of minutes about movies and television, particularly horror films of the 1970s and 1980s and the original Twilight Zone television collection. Ev had some work to do to do some set-up for wedding reception leisure inside the hall (that was how he came to be there so fortuitiously on a particular Saturday afternoon in August of 2023), and we parted. I couldn't imagine my luck. With my Karmic curse, "lucky breaks" in social life are so rare, so very uncommon, that when they do happen, I'm in awe of them. What had been the probabilities of my "working into" Ev in the small window of time that I used to be again in Douglastown? Very slim, one would say. And yet, it happened. It occurred some months after I was lamenting on this very Weblog the unlikelihood of ever seeing an previous good friend again. Almost as if it was delivered to me on my request, delivered to me by God, in reply to my expressed need of a reconnect with an outdated pal from my years of youth, with one of people on the planet who knew me back within the day when my parents have been residing and I used to be a wide-eyed youngster. The fifteen minutes or so that I spent with Ev have rejuvenated my spirit to some significant degree. I so needed to be with someone from my past. Considered one of the one people who are like kin to me, in my solely-youngster situation. Old associates. And it does must be in particular person, as it was again within the old days. So way back. Interacting on Facebook is no substitute for that. And for the primary time in many years, I actually do have a way of success in my summer vacation. And its rejuvenating results on my morale and my "drive" to proceed with life as it's for me, are palpable. It is what I want, what I at all times need, to nourish my spirit, my soul. Social bonding. Comradeship. Being with someone whom I used to be with in my formative years, the tender and impressionable years of childhood. As it is with sibling-endowed people in the company of brother(s) and/or sister(s). I had been denied this a lot, so very, very a lot for therefore very, very long a time, that it's like an oasis in a most arid and expansive desert. Not that I anticipate most people to understand this, after all. Certainly not the people who would choose me after not strolling even a millimetre in my shoes, a lot less a kilometre, or mile (I haven't forgotten Imperial measurements; I never will- simply as I'll always remember all other phenomena of my early years on this Earth). One phenomenon of a kind of years, 1977, was the primary serial of a British tv collection referred to as The Tomorrow People. It was a 5-half serial referred to as "The Slaves of Jedikiah", and instructed of a boy, Stephen Jameson, who was simply the fourth Tomorrow Person, or telepath, of twentieth century Earth, to experience "break out" of telepathic abilities. "The Slaves of Jedikiah" was about Stephen's journey from being the typical boy on a London street to becoming a super-powered Tomorrow Person capable of "jaunting" (i.e. teleporting), speaking by means of thought transference, and moving objects with power of the mind, as he meets the three other Tomorrow People to have "damaged out", contends with an antagonist, the bearded Jedikiah, decided to use his telepathic talents for some ostensibly sinister goal, and heroically joins the ranks of his telepathic friends. The Stephen character would be the central focus of viewer attention and identification as the Tomorrow People moved by means of its first three seasons. The one whose journey as a Tomorrow Person began with the viewers's first glimpses of a world during which humans are evolving into "Homo superior" and battling threats to their existence, either from Earthlings or from aliens from outer house. Stephen was played by a Peter Vaughan-Clarke, who, along with Nicholas Young (of Space: 1999's "The Bringers of Wonder" two-part episode), have been the male main actors of The Tomorrow People by way of most of its most laudable serials, of Seasons 1, 2, and 3. Nicholas Young performed John, the most senior of the Tomorrow People. I noticed the steadiness of the entirety of The Tomorrow People later in my life, by the use of a run of it on YTV in 1988-9 and its release on DVD within the 2000s. The Tomorrow People is a favourite television collection of mine, although admittedly not in the highest tier of my preferred opuses on the television airwaves. The production values do "let the aspect down" pretty steadily; it, like Doctor Who, is a somewhat lower than absolutely satisfying mix of filmed and videotaped material; and the serials of the final three or four seasons are somewhat hit-and-miss of their ideas. I believe that if I had seen more of it in my most impressionable pre-teenage years, I might have more appreciation of it and affection for it than I do. But it's a manufacturing that I do treasure. I think of "The Slaves of Jedikiah" each time that I am in Newcastle in the residential area previous the prepare station as one goes up hill on what is now known as Newcastle Boulevard (formerly Prince William Street), as a result of I used to be in one of many homes there on the Friday afternoon in spring of 1977 when half two of "The Slaves of Jedikiah" aired at 4:30. And out of doors that home for a short while afterwords, earlier than my mother got here to conduct me to our dwelling in Douglastown. It was the house of a colleague of my mother's, as I recall, wherein I used to be watching Stephen being rescued from Jedikiah's lair, by John and firm. I remember thinking that Jedikiah was played by the identical bearded actor who was Dr. Shaw in Space: 1999's "The Bringers of Wonder". I feel that it was after seeing the end credits for half two of "The Slaves of Jedikiah" that I discovered that it was not the Dr. Shaw actor, Patrick Westwood, in the Jedikiah position, but Francis de Wolff. For some purpose, I had missed seeing Mr. de Wolff credited in "The Slaves of Jedikiah: Pt. 1". Why am I remembering The Tomorrow People now, at this time, in this Weblog entry? I learned on Saturday after returning to dwelling from Miramichi City, that Peter Vaughan-Clarke, the actor of Stephen, has died. Cause of death unknown. He wouldn't have been anywhere close to maximum life expectancy age. Though he performed a toddler of twelve years of age within the Tomorrow People's first season whose first serial was seen for the first time by me at age eleven, he was not close to being a contemporary of mine. And he was not a Generation Xer. He was in his mid-teenage years when he began enjoying Stephen, and "The Slaves of Jedikiah" was made in 1973. In 1977, he was in all probability an grownup. He was born in the late 1950s, making him a Baby Boomer. Still, all of this mentioned, I feel a way of having lost a person with whom I really feel an identification, his character in the Tomorrow People being the one with whom I used to be expected to relate. And that i did. Whatever his age, his dying is method too early. I watched "The Slaves of Jedikiah" last evening in commemoration of him. Rest in peace, Peter Vaughan-Clarke. Below is a set of 5 pictures of front covers of Tomorrow People DVDs, together with the DVD of "The Slaves of Jedikiah", that I viewed in my house theatre last evening. I'm possessor of every one of many DVDs of Tomorrow People. I bought each of them as they have been launched in the U.K. in the 2000s by Revelation Films. Peter Vaughan-Clarke as Stephen may be seen on the entrance cover to the DVD of the serial, "A Rift in Time", that's fourth image from left. Happily, the entire Revelation Films Tomorrow People DVDs are still in print, if anyone is concerned with acquiring a few of them, or a complete set. Multi-region DVD playback is required for them, though. They are Region 2 and in PAL. A & E within the United States did launch Region 1 NTSC DVDs of The Tomorrow People within the mid-2000s, however they're lengthy out-of-print, and I'm undecided that each serial was included in that launch. And they have been lacking a lot of the bonus content material of the Revelation Films DVDs, together with the overwhelming majority of the audio commentaries completed by Nicholas Young, Peter Vaughan-Clarke, and others. I never bothered shopping for the A & E Tomorrow People DVDs, having already purchased most of the Revelation Films DVDs before the primary A & E DVDs of The Tomorrow People began showing on my side of the Atlantic. While I'm the topic of out-of-print items, I've some information to report on as regards a sure vary of Space: 1999 merchandise. Sad news, to make sure. In a surprise move, ITV, formerly Granada, has denied a licence renewal to Powys Media for Space: 1999 book publication, particularly a variety of authentic novels, reprises (with some modification) of previous authentic novels of the 1970s penned by E.C. Tubb and John Rankine, and Space: 1999 Year One Omnibus and Space: 1999 Year Two Omnibus (comprising the writing of Messrs. Tubb and Rankine, and Brian Ball and Michael Butterworth) output by Powys Media over the previous twenty years or so. ITV has not commented on why it determined as it did, and that i do not imagine that it will. It is below no obligation to do so. Speculation is abounding among fans of Space: 1999 commenting on this surprise move. Speculation that ITV wishes to have an unique settlement with a publishing firm of its selecting, one within the U.K., maybe, to publish some books in recognition of Space: 1999's fiftieth anniversary. But this is only wishful pondering, in my estimation. At the moment, anyway- till different info involves gentle. Maybe ITV simply reckoned a twenty 12 months contract with Powys to have been fairly enough, and perhaps wishes not to be burdened with it any additional. There is a burden in any contract, the output of which needing to be monitored to make sure of continued compliance with phrases and situations. Maybe ITV simply wishes to not be involved any longer about it. As I say, it's a sad improvement. I've my points with selections made by Powys for its "take" on the Space: 1999 universe and have made a few of those identified on my Weblog at times previously. I have not bought each Powys Space: 1999 guide. Indeed, of the paperback original novels, I've only two. The Forsaken and Survival, which reveal Powys' approach to reconciling the variations in, and providing clarification for the disappearance of certain characters between, Season 1 and Season 2. I have disagreement with some of what is proposed, though I do laud the writers for making an effort to bridge the two seasons in their very own manner. I do, nonetheless, imagine the 2 huge Omnibus books to be things of magnificence. I treasure them on my shelf. And unless they're faraway from me by the World Economic Forum and its stooges in Canadian politics, I always will treasure them. Oh, I expect that they'll value a pretty penny certainly on eBay and other Internet auction Websites like that in years to return. If indeed they are going to be findable at all at such areas in Cyberspace. There can also be some hypothesis that ITV could also be beginning a pattern of denying licences for Space: 1999 material to anyone requesting such. This is possible, although it might be too early to conclusively say so. Big Finish still has the rights to Space: 1999, I imagine. As does Gerry Anderson Entertainment. And, as regards Blu-Ray and DVD, Shout! Factory and ViaVision (Imprint). I positive do hope so. In fact, the licencing agreements will not be due for renewal (or non-renewal) for some whereas but. However, it must be acknowledged that the Space: 1999 group of appreciators is at present looking at a darker phase for Space: 1999 within the commercial sphere. Network Distributing is no extra, and Network's Space: 1999 Blu-Rays will not be in manufacture. Space: 1999- The Vault is now not in print. And now this. Not precisely a course of choice that one would count on to witness in the lead-up to the fiftieth anniversary of the Space: 1999 television programme. But is the fiftieth anniversary judged to be of any import, any significance, any lucrative value, in any way, by the powers-that-be at ITV? It might not be. I'll of course be following every of those developments, to wherever it is that they could also be meant to bring us. But my recommendation to people is that if they need any of the Space: 1999 merchandise presently on the not-second-hand market, to buy what they will whereas they can. I now have six of the Imprint Blu-Ray units. I'm wondering if this is enough- in case "Blu-ray rot" turns into a routine factor, or some wider catastrophe befalls me, "wiping out" my worldly possessions. One can not have too many again-ups, stored in numerous places, of one thing not being manufactured. And i understand how unlucky my life could be where Space: 1999 is concerned. I've more to say, including a revisit of my stance with regard to the "Mysterious Unknown Force" of Season 1 Space: 1999. I must qualify, if not retract, statements that I made some whereas in the past on the concept of there being an "arc" together with a number of episodes. After urging folks to be more open-minded about patterning, correspondence between episodes, symbolisms, and so on, across the given timeline of Season 2, all of that inadvertent on the part of makers of the television programme, I ought to not be bellicose in my dealing with of the notion of an "arc" in Season 1, whether that "arc" be totally intentional, partly intentional, or not intentional at all. I hope in my rejuvenated morale of late to handle this subject in a more positive body of mind than I had toward it at instances in this Weblog's history. But not in the present day. I have been tapping my pc keyboard's keys for more than two hours now. It is time to maneuver on to different items on my schedule for at present. Another time, then. Another time, however not one other place. I shall be at my laptop once more doing my subsequent Weblog entry sometime later this week. All for as we speak, then. Wednesday, August 16, 2023. Before I launch into the promised revisiting of my stance on the "Mysterious Unknown Force", I propose to handle the matter of change in my writings over time. I can't say that anything in my mindset is static, because life definitely will not be static. Experience informs one's attitudes. Sometimes effecting change to no small degree. At the very least it should, if one is not totally intransigent, mind closed and sealed permanently. My writings cowl such a vast expanse of time and experience. A huge chunk of a lifetime from pre-college to late fifties. There are sure to be some tectonic shifts in how I see certain issues. Staying as regards to Space: 1999, I started my following of it with favour for Season 2 then preferring Season 1 for several years earlier than coming again within the late 1980s to appreciating Season 2 greater than Season 1. The last of these was a result of surging nostalgia combined with assembly Dean and having my consciousness of the aesthetic high quality of Season 2 given enormous "photographs" of adrenalin. And to this day no person has given to me reason to repudiate that consciousness and hop onto the Season 1-preferring bandwagon which has develop into caustic, to say the least, in its momentum in reviling second season and its producer, and deriding anyone bold sufficient to express a thought of positive perspective of it. And that i doubt very a lot at this point in time that anyone ever will give to me such motive. But I have changed my thoughts in the past as regards desire for one of many seasons of Space: 1999. And goodness knows, my opinion on the transfer from Douglastown to Fredericton has gone again and forth from disfavour to favour to disfavour for it. My assessment of sure persons in Fredericton whom I considered pals, has gone by changes, additionally. What I'm saying, as a lead-in to right this moment's "business", is that my autobiography, first written in 1997 and then rewritten virtually totally in 2005 and subsequently up to date quite a few instances, and this Weblog spanning the years between 2007 and the present, by necessity contains inconsistency. Because my outlook on the world and my pondering on quite a few topics, is consistently evolving, having to incorporate new experiences, new challenges to old attitudes or beliefs, epiphanies about folks, issues, life. There are bound to be issues said by me sooner or later in time which can be upended, with a one hundred and eighty degree flip in my bearing on a subject. No one in all any humility stays the identical in his or her mindset all through life. Narcissists will, I suppose. But, then, humility in them is missing. Perhaps completely. People who pull chin into a stiff neck and pridefully proclaim, "Well, I do not care what anyone says. I still suppose this manner about such-and-such. I'm all the time proper, in fact, and if I say from the outset and continue to say that such-and-such is trash, then it's so, and you're unsuitable." The capability exists for me to do a reappraisal of any work, within the presence of knowledge in that work's favour. Mere opinion, even that of a majority, is just not enough to sway me. I need more than that. And telling me that what I like and see benefit in, is garbage, or that someone involved in the making of it has a vehemently adverse opinion of it, is just going to "rub me the fallacious manner". And if somebody, or a group, has solely blinkered opinion to place forth, no way will I be swayed. I would even, if feeling beleaguered, retaliate with a fault-discovering exercise. As I did with that notorious column in a newsletter in the mid-1990s. All right. Enough preamble. The "Mysterious Unknown Force" of Season 1 Space: 1999. Said by many a fan of the Space: 1999 television programme to have been the item of a "story arc" threading by a number of episodes, a preponderance of them, even, through some masterful conscious design on the part of the staff of writers and the Andersons who "set out" to make an artistic epic of Biblical proportions. A grandiose assertion in the view of any particular person situated outside of the next of Space: 1999, one should reasonably expect. Many followers contend that it was the "story arc" of the "Mysterious Unknown Force" that made them fall in love with the television programme and, in having found that "arc" all by themselves, they're subsequently supremely astute geniuses who are right of their negative evaluation of the later season. Right to besmirch the identify of Fred Freiberger for forty-some years. Right to turn that name right into a pejorative, in perpetuity, for his having wilfully abandoned the "arc". And proper to look down nostril at, berate, "gaslight", and generally treat like human refuse anyone who objects to their dismissals of Season 2 as rubbish or excrement and their assertions that Freiberger eradicated all that made Space: 1999 a grabber of the general public imagination. They declare that it was the "Mysterious Unknown Force" and only that, for which the tv present had appeal to them, for why they "tuned in" every week. They needed to see every week what the "Mysterious Unknown Force" was going to do for the Alphans. That was the "draw" of Space: 1999 for them at their ages of ten, eleven, twelve. So they say. Not the hardware. Not the "cool" spaceships, guns, communicators. Not the particular effects of Brian Johnson and his staff. Not the reconnaissances to alien worlds depicted by the imaginative manufacturing design of Keith Wilson. Not the acting of Landau and Bain and the connection of Koenig and Russell. Nothing that spanned both seasons of the tv series. No. Only the "Mysterious Unknown Force" of Season 1. That and only that. And they are such geniuses to have discerned the presence of a "story arc", and in their having fancied Space: 1999 for that "story arc". And so have they got every right to be disdainful without end of Season 2 for it having abandoned it, and to condemn Fred Freiberger with the vilest of vituperations decades after his death, and declare mentally unsound anyone who dares defend "Freddie the F." I am afraid that my opinion of the "Mysterious Unknown Force" could be colored, jaundiced, by my resentment of its weaponisation by followers of choice for Season 1 Space: 1999 in opposition to anyone who favours second season or not less than loves Season 2 as much as he or she does Season 1. It is the foundation of the intractable obnoxious arrogance of the Space: 1999 Season 1 pundits towards which I've been positioned, and from which I have obtained a lot invalidation and rejection. I cannot help however be inclined to feel resentful of it. I've said earlier than and will say another time that it had no bearing, none by any means, on my evaluation of Space: 1999 in the years (1976, 1977, 1978) when i first noticed the forty-eight episodes and turned enamoured with the television series, Seasons 2 and 1 each. After i first noticed the "Mysterious Unknown Force" being "pointed out", by David Hirsch in Starlog, I thought it "cool". I used to be prepared to embrace and respect it. Any new evaluation of my favorite television sequence that casts it within the capacity of artwork kind, was most welcome. But again, my burgeoning affection for Space: 1999, my specific private historical past in conjunction with it, was not founded on any recognition of a "story arc" touching many episodes of first season. Impressions of an aesthetic nature on Season 2, sure. Very much so. Fancy for the characters, tunics, jackets, guns, Commlocks, Eagles, know-how, and so rather more. The concepts and depictions of the episodes of each seasons. "Dragon's Domain". Et cetera. My Boy Meets Alpha memoirs expound in full detail on how Space: 1999 grabbed me and made me a fan of it. Never was a "story arc" of "Mysterious Unknown Force" a factor in that. Space: 1999- "The Testament of Arkadia". "The Testament of Arkadia" is likely one of the episodes of first season Space: 1999, and in it's a comment a couple of drive, an indefinable intelligence, on a planet, Arkadia, being the agent of metaphysical goings-on. And that i simply don't "purchase" the notion that the "cosmic intelligence" in "Black Sun" was meant, consciously, by the writers to be the identical metaphysical drive chargeable for stopping the Moon dead near Arkadia and instilling fanaticism in Luke Ferro and Anna Davis. Koenig doesn't mention the "cosmic intelligence" encountered by him and Bergman in "Black Sun" as he is writing concerning the events on and close to planet Arkadia. Indeed, he postulates that there was a localised, i.e. on Arkadia, pressure or undefinable intelligence. One that exists on the planet, Arkadia, not in the cosmos as an entire, appearing to Ferro and Davis and instilling in them the willpower to colonise the planet. Now, of course, Space: 1999 not being a serial but a collection of self-contained episodes, one could scarcely expect there to be a direct reference to occasions of "Black Sun" in "The Testament of Arkadia" by Koenig and different characters. But Koenig clearly opts for a localised rationalization to the events of the latter episode. Not some vastly overarching, certainly overarching-of-everything, "intelligence". And while Ferro and Davis consult with Alpha having been "guided" to Arkadia, they could possibly be referring to the drive on Arkadia having completed that. To it having reached out across area to tug the runaway Moon to it. Not an omnipotent deity being the agent of Alpha's destiny. Further, no reference is made in "The Testament of Arkadia", by Koenig, Ferro, or Davis, to Arra's prophecy that the Alphans will populate the deepest reaches of area, not even one with out a selected reference to Arra herself having said the prophecy. All that Koenig says as "The Testament of Arkadia" comes to a close, is that religion have to be kept in there being a function for Alpha. Not a particularly distinctive-to-Season 1-Space: 1999 belief, this. Most individuals prefer to imagine that there's a goal to their lives. What I'm saying is that I do not adhere to the concept Byrne in writing "The Testament of Arkadia" supposed to hearken back to "Black Sun" and to have some "cosmic intelligence" of universe-spanning dimension, the one in "Black Sun", be responsible for Moonbase Alpha surviving all of its perils and reaching Arkadia. "The Testament of Arkadia" is a self-contained story. As are the opposite episodes of Season 1. A force on Arkadia is posited as the metaphysical company of "The Testament of Arkadia". Spirit of the planet. Spirit of the long-perished Arkadians. Perhaps in a position to achieve out far, far into area and information the Moon to the planet. Now, having mentioned all of this, I must grant that simply because there could not have been an intention for an "arc" ought to not mean that one cannot probably exist. I'm of the persuasion that the unconscious, certainly a collective unconscious, can affect creativity in the writing of fiction. Season 2 Space: 1999 is not substantially more serialised, deliberately by its makers, than Season 1. It, too, is a collection of self-contained episodes. Though it does refer again to Psychon and Psychon's demise very often. Koenig and Maya even talk at length about Mentor in "The rules of Luton". And now we have the Status Reports of Helena giving to the episodes of second season some chronology. Detection of patterns in that chronology by Dean, and in addition by myself under Dean's influence or not, is a valid one in the acceptance of Jung's "collective unconscious", I do contend. So, who's to say that some unconscious instilling of a "story arc" touching quite a few episodes of Season 1, is inconceivable? I can't. And that i shouldn't be bellicose and dismissive of the concept of the "Mysterious Unknown Force" being a thread running by way of the primary season's twenty-four episodes. I should not allow my bitterness towards the "Year 1" pundits to make me as blinkered toward their way of observing the happenings of their favoured season as they're towards mine. Though I can scoff on the notion of the "Mysterious Unknown Force" having been deliberately "mapped out" to intricate degree in story conferences. At the top of the proverbial day, my declare, and Dean's claim, of correspondences between episodes in Season 2 being a given, and their having presumably having been not intentionally conceived, I should be constant and permit for a not-deliberate "story arc" in first season, and respect that "story arc". And if the followers of first season obnoxiously refuse to respect Season 2 for a not consciously instilled "provincialism" and correspondence between episodes, then clearly they are the ones with the problem. I certainly do have sufficient self-awareness to recognise when I'm being unreasonable, hypocritical, or no matter. They lack that. Having self-consciousness may be perceived by some individuals as a weakness. It's not. It's an essential ingredient for having integrity and for having a sound mind. Too many individuals, including these in positions of high workplace, lack self-awareness and are usually not mentally sound. They are narcissistic, ideologically dogmatic, myopic, incapable of analysing their mindsets for stances of shaky or erroneous foundation, and might easily pull their people and nation to very darkish locations indeed. This is the danger that our world is in, this decade. Lest anyone argue that my adulation for Season 2 lacks basis, I say no. The observations made by Dean and by myself are there, as universally recognisable info. No one can argue in opposition to the etymology of words. Or that two episodes have a similarity in their conditions. Or that there are allusions to previous works of import in Western civilisation thought and philosophy. These are usually not mere opinions. What I see in Season 2 is not delusional. I acknowledge that little of it was most likely by anybody's acutely aware intent. I doubt that almost all of what I see in "Hyde and Hare" was deliberately put in that cartoon. But it is there, nonetheless. It has borne the scrutiny of numerous totally different frames of mind on my part over the previous many years. People have made mild of it, declared it irrelevant, but they haven't convincingly refuted it. Just saying that it is not there, or that a carrot is sometimes just a carrot, isn't convincing refutation. On what foundation is that refutation proposed? That a "collective unconscious" is hogwash? That creativity is a hundred % autonomous to the deliberate design of the creator, and that if there isn't a conscious intent, then there might be no lovely nuance ingrained subtly in the material? No, I say. No. This brings me to a different item that I ought to handle. Subtlety is the essence of art. So, if the "Mysterious Unknown Force" just isn't "laid out" crystal-clear as a "story arc" including a number of first season Space: 1999 episodes, and is therefore a refined thing, then so much the higher, proper? I can't argue with that. And the detractors of every part Season 2 Space: 1999 can not argue that the "provincialism" of Season 2 not hitting individuals within the face but having been detectable only by Dean and somewhat by myself after assembly him, is refined sufficient, greater than subtle sufficient, to fit the essence of artwork, too. But I don't consider that it was the "The Mysterious Unknown Force" that first drew the followers of Space: 1999 to the tv show in its first season's initial run. Like me, they got here to the television to see "The longer term is Fantastic" hardware, sets, spaceship exteriors, and exotic alien life kinds or locations. Which Season 2 delivered as did Season 1. They may have balked at the brand new characters, completely different types of music, the instilling of action into story, and an elevated emphasis on monsters. But such is a matter of personal taste, not some absolute, supremely authoritative customary as to what must represent "good" science fiction and its reverse. And their not seeing what Dean or myself see, doesn't imply that it can not possibly be there. These first season Space: 1999 followers will not be omniscient. Nor am I, true. But do I believe that I'm more seeing than the blinkered ones within the "Year 1" "camp"? Yes, I do. I definitely do. And i can make a a lot stronger case for that if I resist the urge to "give in" to resentment of the Space: 1999 first season pundits and not enable myself to develop into blinkered towards Season 1. Season 1 will be nice for its "story arc", and Season 2 will be laudable for the patternings in its episodes chronologically arranged. It doesn't must be a "Year 1" "good" and "Year 2" "unhealthy" deal. And to be constant in one's views, one cannot embrace the concept of unintended brilliance of "story arc" in one season and reject vehemently the notion of unconsciously crafted patterning in one other. And having said this, in the curiosity in not being a hypocrite, and in a honest willpower to completely recapture my feeling of affection for each seasons and an unhampered willingness to just accept all that is there or may be there in both seasons, I need to recant my earlier hostility, on this Weblog, towards the "Mysterious Unknown Force" as an creative flourish to Space: 1999's preliminary, most inceptive season. And to effectively do so, I have to decouple my regard for Season 1 from my resentment on the fans of Season 1 for his or her remedy of Season 2, Mr. Freiberger, me, Dean, and whoever else was focused by such fans previously, the present, and the longer term, and nourish that regard with untrammelled positivity. It's a battle that I must face any time that I'm subjected to the vitriol of the first season fans as they "pile on" second season every time an image of one thing Season 2 is posted to social media. But it is a noble wrestle. A wholesome struggle. The unhealthy factor to do is to embrace blinkeredness as a way of life. In fact, I do face a similiar struggle with regard to the pre-1948 Warner Brother cartoons. I acknowledge that. The Clampett-is-all followers of the cartoons of Warner Brothers may be simply as resentment-inflicting because the "Year 1" "camp" in the fandom of Space: 1999. And unlike my following of first season Space: 1999, I don't have a love for the pre-1948 Warner Brothers cartoons, or most of them. They largely did not come into my life in my impressionable years and principally do not fit my aesthetic tastes where cartoons are involved. But I must strive to not be blinkered. Otherwise, I could also be said to be no higher than the haters of Season 2 Space: 1999 or the people calling Friz Freleng a "hack". And so it is that my writings in my autobiography and Weblog are going to have inconsistency to them. Because my mind is just not locked shut. Life is an evolution, and that i continue to evolve, my mindset topic to change. As properly it should be. I may finally return to being agreeable in retrospect as regards the transfer to Fredericton forty-six years in the past. Unlikely although that could seem now to be. Five images of the epilogue of the Space: 1999 episode, "Black Sun", and of the closing scene of similar episode. I have at all times liked the Barry Gray music that plays over that scene. It wouldst be nice for one thing, some cosmic pressure, to carry me dwelling. My residence in my present consideration definitely being Douglastown of the 1970s. I can actually admire how the Alphans felt on the closing scene to "Black Sun". And I have always loved the Barry Gray music that plays there. All for as we speak. Friday, August 18, 2023. My trip is coming to an finish. Next Monday, I return to work. I cannot say that I am wanting ahead to doing so. I want that I might retire now. A forlorn want, sadly. Especially in Canada of the 2020s. Canada of J.T.. One in all the explanations that I don't fancy a return to my job is the matter of reaching my office and reaching house. Fredericton has by no means been such a site visitors nightmare. So many key arteries of automotive vehicle motion are beset with development zones and detours, snarling traffic, creating gridlock, particularly at "rush hours". And it does not appear that there's any hurry to complete development and reopen the roadways. I dread having to face the patience-straining jammed visitors- and yet one more yr of solitary, lonely work. Just the thought of being alone all day and then going residence in November, December, January after sunset to a darkish house, depresses me. But not less than I'm nonetheless alive. With a house to go to, a house that belongs to me. One that I own. With issues in it that I own. I doubt that any of this would be the case in seven years' time. But I don't want as we speak to do a spiel on Canadian politics and the sinister machinations of that awful latter-day fascist, Mr. Schwab, actual-life Bond villain par excellence. What I will do, although, is to direct readers, if they're as concerned as I concerning the state of the Canadian nation, or certainly the entire of what's thought to be "the free world", to a few movies. One in all them is the testimony on the National Citizens Inquiry of another ex-employee of the CBC on how the nationwide broadcaster of Canada has departed from the true journalism of balanced information reporting to state propaganda. It is the testimony of Marianne Klowak, veteran senior reporter of thirty-4 years at CBC Winnipeg (CBWT). https://rumble.com/v2oqo4m-marianne-klowak-provides-an-inside-look-at-cbcs-abandonment-of-journalistic-ex.html And the opposite is a not too long ago "gone viral" country music song lamenting what has befallen the lives of working men and women within the 2020s in what was the land of opportunity, the seeming annihilation of "the American dream". Applicable, in fact, possibly even more so, to the plight of people north of the U.S.-Canada border, beneath the J.T. "regime". https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqSA-SY5Hro Country music just isn't my taste, however nonetheless this man's song strikes a certain chord inside me, regardless that I am not, yet, going through the identical problems "making ends meet" as many different middle class individuals (solely because my parents provided for me so totally, so diligently, before their deaths; if I did not have the financial stability yielded by the house that I inherited mortgage-free from them and an potential, in the absence of house payments, to accumulate some savings in bank accounts, I would be in straits as dire as many another struggling middle-class Canadian; apart from, in any case, what I have might simply be wiped away by a tyrannical government coverage) for whom the tune is supposed to resonate. The music now has twenty million views after having been uploaded to YouTube simply a week or so in the past. Excellent news is that the Doctor Who- Season 20 Blu-Ray field set now has a launch date. September 18 of this 12 months. Something to which to look forward in those first lonely weeks again at my job. I definitely hope that another Blu-Ray box set in the Doctor WHO- The collection vary is coming earlier than 2023 passes into the ether. There needs to be three sets a yr if there's to be any reasonable hope of seeing a whole set of Doctor Who seasons in The gathering range. Before I return to work, I plan of doing some "catch-up" with e-mail. Or at the least with e-mail in which there is discussion at length about my Website and its content Web pages and their subjects, with complimenting of me for my having written the web pages. Generally talking, I don't prioritise replying to e-mails not addressing my work to any significant diploma and simply asking some pointed query about something not on any of my Web pages, or assist in providing information about some tv programme of not curiosity to me or of which I don't have any data. I no longer have the time to spend answering every e-mail that I obtain. If I do, then it cuts into my time accessible for work on the web site itself, or the time that I have to finish family chores and get pleasure from my summer time days. I am sorry, but that is the way that it's. With the calls for of a job and running a household and staying somewhat match and wholesome, I should not have the bountiful amounts of time for correspondence that I had twenty years ago. "Hare Do", "Bad Ol' Putty Tat", "Hyde and Hare", "Feather Bluster", and "8 Ball Bunny". Five of the seven cartoons within the Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show- Season 6, instalment 3. All of the data that I have on episodes of Bugs Bunny and Tweety, including instalment 3 of Season 6, is current on my Web page for The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show. And I have stated it earlier than and can say it again. If info on one of the entertainments venerated by one of my Web pages, will not be on these Web pages, then I shouldn't have it. Why would I withhold data that I do have on any of these entertainments? There may be nothing to be gained in asking me questions about Bugs Bunny and Tweety episodes not a part of any episode guide on my Bugs and Tweety Page. I don't have that data. If I did, it could be there on the internet page. The underside line is that I did not see and catalogue each single episode of Bugs Bunny and Tweety. In some seasons of it, the ABC affiliate to which I had entry, preempted quite a few episodes. And there were some seasons whereby my curiosity in the tv show "flagged" or "fizzled", significantly these some long whereas after a shuffling of cartoons of the varied tv-transmission platforms, and I used to be either not watching or not making note of the instalments proven. Unless somebody did catalogue every little thing and comes forward to me with all of the knowledge, my Bugs and Tweety Web page is going to stay as it is, with an incomplete historical past of the total run of the television programme. I suggest to return now to my writings of my final Weblog entry and supply some further comment. Now, with my recognising of first season Space: 1999 having some delicate, not-consciously rendered artistry to it, i.e. the "story arc" of the "cosmic intelligence" sewing a thread of import by plenty of episodes, it would be logical for an individual to ask (I'd) why Space: 1999 has a lot nuance to it that likely did come out of unconscious affect in artistic resolution, or sprang forth from a collective subconscious. I imply, why ought to each seasons of Space: 1999, made with different sensibilities, totally different targets, on the part of producers and writers, both have their very own particular "brand" (as it had been) of unintentional nuance, i.e. the "arc" of the "cosmic intelligence" or the "provincialism" of patterning of symbolically vital subject matter throughout a given chronology, that of Season 2? Why should Space: 1999 be blessed with such not-consciously-instilled inventive quality in ample measure, and not some other, more sung work of area science fiction/fantasy? To start with, I do not "rule out" other works having expression of the "collective unconscious" in them. Indeed, my fascination with many other of the television programmes given a Kevin McCorry-written Web web page, has no small element of statement of, say, episodes or constituent cartoons in episodes having corresponding characteristics when seen facet-by-facet in sequential order of episodes in tv collection, or assembled together within instalments (i.e. episodes) of cartoons of six or seven minutes. I doubt that a lot of this, or any at all, was by aware design. And but, I see it. As do I additionally see what is probably going not consciously installed nuance to the Bugs Bunny cartoon, "Hyde and Hare", other Bugs Bunny cartoons of 12 months 1955, and the cartoons of Tweety and Sylvester. One may say that unconsciously set meanings in imaginative material is the largest fixed throughout my Website's many interests. And my consideration to content of consecutive or similar television collection episodes having correspondences, is compelled by my having had some earlier recognition of intriguingly correspondent characteristics, in similar or in lots of another television sequence of my eager interest. And so it goes. Such a fascination had its nascency in my early life, whilst I was enjoying seminal or not-long-post-seminal viewings of such entertainment favourites of mine. Bugs Bunny and his cartoon cohorts on television. Spiderman. And so forth. Just me noticing that some episodes seemed aesthetically extra suited to others of the identical "region" in a tv show's season, i.e. early-season, mid-season, late-season, or, some not very, very long while into my fandom of the televising of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies, my detecting of correspondences in the neighbouring cartoons of an episode of those of consecutive episodes. Or attention-grabbing observations of correspondence of material in episodes of Spiderman. But Space: 1999 does appear to be the "grand-daddy" of all the incursions of the unconscious into artistic choice. From Dean's work and what I've gleaned alone and what the primary season pundits like to spotlight about their preferred half of the Space: 1999 oeuvre, such does seem very much to be the case. But, again, why? Something in regards to the premise of Space: 1999 made it a most apt conduit for the expression of archetypes, outdated words and ideas or patterns of subject material of meaningful import, et cetera, of "collective unconscious". It may very well be the notion of the Moon and Earth being separated from one another. The Moon being severed from its orbit across the grounding gravitational affect of Earth and cast deep into the Heavenly firmament. This is exclusive to Space: 1999. And the Moon having on it a colony of human beings top in their fields of endeavour but, as Landau so typically stated, not prepared for an odyssey of discovery on a transferring object over which they don't have any control. And then that Moon and its reluctant-star-trekker populace encountering numerous manifestations of "the other". It could have been all of this mixed with some peculiar trait of the minds in unison of the group at Gerry Anderson Productions and that group's superlative expertise in designing the otherworldly and offering probably the most elaborate of visible effects. Something triggered such minds to be most channelling of the phenomena rooted in the "collective unconscious". Them plus a sure Mr. Freiberger, my interview with whom revealing a eager interest in Greek and different mythology. A producer or scriptwriter might require some conscious adherence to the works of "the Classics" with the intention to be most extremely sensitive to a "collective unconscious" repository of symbols. Mind, I'm only speculating. Theorising. The particular answer to the question of, "Why Space: 1999?" just isn't readily obtainable. But I will contend for the rest of my born days, that there's an aesthetic appeal to Space: 1999 much more sublime than even its most ardent aficionados are consciously conscious-of and praising-of. The "cool" hardware and all of the elements to the look of it, are part of the aesthetic enchantment, after all. But there may be so way more to that appeal than the trappings of the laser guns, communicators, Eagles, tunics, personalities of the characters, and so forth. Even now, I'm nowhere near comprehending it to the fullest extent. I will return later to those ruminations. I will grant that they are "deep" and might not be of a lot curiosity to a plurality of this Weblog's readers. But it is my Weblog, and if I consider a subject to be worthy of being addressed, then will probably be addressed. It's now mid-morning and I've some family tasks to perform earlier than having fun with the final weekday of my trip of summer of 2023. I propose to close my in the present day's Weblog entry. More will be coming. Of that, readers can feel sure. Here is a nice "blast from the previous" to open at the moment's Weblog entry. CBC Television promotion of some of its Thursday night line-up in July of 1977. And a 1977 industrial for Radio Shack. This was an promoting "break" in the CFL Football broadcast on Wednesday, July 13, 1977. That was the week on which there was the Saturday broadcast of Space: 1999 episode, "The Immunity Syndrome". Oh, would I love to discover a CBC promotion for Space: 1999 from 1976 or 1977! I doubt that I ever will, although. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmwML70d2AA A pleasing memory to start a Weblog entry of very grim news. But first, a collage of photos of front covers of Blu-Rays purchased by me in the decade 2020s. And a report on some further updates to my autobiographical Web pages. All of them have gone thorough spellcheck another time. Evidently, I had didn't spellcheck numerous my updates to the entire eras of my autobiography over the previous couple of years. Many typographical errors had been discovered and corrected. And the odd outright spelling mistake. I am not good, after all. Nobody is. And it has been a long while since I used to be in class. And I was imperfect there, too, for my grades in my courses have been never a hundred %. But just because I'm not perfect doesn't imply that I cannot be correct the overwhelming majority of the time. In spelling and in other capacities. I also strove to place in italics all words not of the English language utilized in unquoted textual content. And my Era four memoirs have seen some expansion of their recall of Super Space Theatre on ATV in autumn of 1983 and some new reminiscences of CBC Switchback on Sunday mornings, including a reminiscence of a fleeting sight, a most fleeting sight, of the Space: 1999 episode, "Space Warp", being promoted on CBHT earlier than CHSJ-Tv lower away from it. CBHT was CHSJ's signal source for Switchback. Also new to my Era four memoirs are one picture of Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain" and one picture of Cosmos- "Heaven and Hell". Amongst my recollections of August, 1983. All right. I could as properly not "beat across the bush" and keep my readers in suspense as to what the grim news is. I will start by saying that it has nothing to do with any of my favourite entertainments honoured at this Website, or my Website itself (a minimum of not but). A certain "conspiracy theorist" of most in poor health repute is claiming to have intelligence from a source in the Democratic U.S. authorities, that there are plans to totally re-institute all the COVID-19 nightmare, starting next month. All of it. The "lock-downs", the masking, the "social distancing", the closing of in style venues, harm to financial system and additional pressure on the shopping for power of the greenback, and then the "jab" mandates, the "vaccine passports", the lie that the needles forestall virus unfold and that refusers of the "jab" are failing to protect others and ought to be dealt-with in whatever manner the authorities see fit. And on comes the propaganda to hate the not-"jabbed" and to make them pariahs and acquiesce to their internment. The U.S. government (and little question the J.T. "regime" in Canada) will claim, by their purchased-and-paid-for information media, that a new, harmful mutation, or variant, of novel Coronavirus is the reason for the return to all the madness. Something else "cooked up" in a laboratory, or just an outright lie stretching enormously the reality a couple of milder pressure of Coronavirus. In fact, as with the whole lot that this ailing-reputed "conspiracy theorist" says, mileage will probably be variable from particular person to individual. But as if on cue, on come the mainstream media reports of recent "variant of concern" and selections by some institutions to return to masking and contract tracing. It begins? What does this imply, if true? It implies that our lords and masters, having revelled in the ability and management that they wielded over a compliant populace for greater than two awful years, will probably be only too ready and willing to have at it once more. And no doubt with delight and all of the extra gusto. One thinks that having eliminated their boot from the people's neck for awhile, they intend to press it down again, and with even higher force. One thinks that, if issues transpire because the "conspiracy theorist" says that they will (we will know within the following 4 weeks or so), that the plan is to proceed with what was initially meant. To totally demoralise and "break" the minds of the people, flip the folks towards one another to the extent that individuals are calling for the rounding-up and putting to dying of the not-"jabbed", who just occur to largely be conservative-minded folks important of the governments of the U.S., Canada, the U.K., et cetera. With the ultimate manifestation of "mass formation psychosis". And institute the "wet dream" of Mr. Schwab and the confounded W.E.F.. Technocratic totalitarianism, with "vaccine passports" changing into digital identifications, cancellable digital forex, "personal-nussing-und-be-happy", no meat for the masses, compelled injections with no matter government decrees to be "shot" into the veins of the folks, and social credit scores and people "minimize off" from the necessities of life if they do not go along with the whole lot. We were solely granted a reprieve for eighteen months or so. It's back to the push for "the good Reset", and the ruination of the whole lot for which our nice-grandparents, grandparents, mother and father, and most of us have strived. After all, proceeding with all of it will show "conspiracy theorists" proper, however in all probability such is of no concern to the megalomaniacs. So long as they own the mainstream information media, something could be "reminiscence holed". Anything. Including the verity and newly confirmed credibility of the people who predicted correctly what can be executed by the oligarchs to whom freedom and particular person rights for the plenty, is anathema. What does this mean for me and my Website if it does all happen? It implies that I will proceed to be obstinate as regards receiving into my arm an injection that would, and really in all probability would, set off in me the same Guillain-Barre that bothered and finally contributed to the dying of my father. If not blood clots and aneurysms or myocarditis and sudden stoppage of heart. Politicians and information media are still mendacity concerning the adverse reactions to the "photographs", claiming that antagonistic reactions do not exist, or that in the event that they do, they're mild and uncommon. They have by no means "fessed up" to their falsehood that one is stopping transmission of the virus and defending others by being injected by the "juice", and have allowed all too many obtuse folks in society to go on believing such, along with the false contention that it is only the not-"jabbed" who lack sterilising immunity to the virus, only the not-"jabbed" who can propagate the virus inside their our bodies once infected, foster mutations, transmit the mutations, and endanger others. Why? Because sustaining continuity of the lie facilitates a "ramp up" to the complete-on medical tyranny that, in line with the sick-reputed "conspiracy theorist", is on its manner. And since I refuse the injection, I will be on the checklist of persons to be segregated out of society and finally denied the fitting to the necessities of life. This being the case, I'll after all not have entry to the assets for going on the web and having an internet site. Private ownership of something shall be outlawed. No one might be allowed to have a web site. Certainly not one which entails remembering outdated occasions and the parts to outdated times, including popular, or not so fashionable, entertainment. Awful thoughts to have on such a gorgeous late-August week of sunshine, comfortable temperatures, fresh feelings to the evening air, and the soothing sound of chirping crickets. A time after i feel nostalgia most strongly. I suppose that if what is claimed to be coming, is weeks away, one must do as much as one can to enjoy what time that there is left. Go out and dwell. Dine out at eating places. Go to the mall. Go to a movie. See individuals. Travel. Before all of it becomes impossible again, this time with no let-up. I cannot "memory hole" the fact that it was a "conspiracy theorist" who said that the return to medical tyranny is coming. I am one individual, not less than, who won't try this. And lately, I am pondering nearly each "conspiracy concept" to have some extent of credibility. Even the idea that 9-eleven was an "inside job", that I scoffed-at for years, is showing to me now like it could be right. I wouldn't put it past the powers-that-be to do this. Anything to lead to the demise of the prosperous and free lifestyle of Western civilisation. Oh, and by the way in which, it was the political Left that used to proclaim the "inside job" principle for 9-11. Not the correct. A indisputable fact that appears to have been "memory holed". It might have been "pie-in-the-sky", but I had so far more hope for twenty-first century life than a technocratic tyranny during which individuals are effectively imprisoned in fifteen-minute cities with no individual rights. Cannot even have household mementos or get pleasure from a steak, a beef stew, a turkey dinner, or a pizza. The longer term ought to have been improbable, and it may have been if we had had good people, really good people, in control of our nations, and funding the appropriate issues for actually bettering the human situation. And having by now colonies on the Moon and on different planets or planet satellites. So much potential has been squandered by imprudent authorities initiatives, insane amounts of spending with solely urban decay, bitterly divided populaces, and runaway inflation to indicate for it. And lowered requirements of living if not outright misery. And I suppose all hope is misplaced for my holding onto my collection of DVD and Blu-Ray for which I spent a lot of my money, and a home through which to keep that collection, the house that my dad and mom toiled to personal and to depart to me. I could be so joyful, so deliriously pleased, to see that "conspiracy theorist" proved incorrect. I doubt that he will probably be, though. The world is within the grip of an evil of Biblical proportions. The very thing foretold in the Book of Revelation. And in that case, conditions are only going to be worse and worse until Jesus returns. Wednesday, August 23, 2023. The significance of the date shouldn't be misplaced on me. Forty years in the past, I was acquiring the James Bond film, You Only Live Twice, on videocassette, on the morning following what could have been the most effective evening ever that my buddy, Joey, and i ever had, talking past sunset in my basement. Oh, God, do I want it was 1983 again! If I may only be back then with my present assortment of Blu-Ray and DVD, with my parents alive, with my youth, and with my then pals and social existence, I would be in ecstasy. News. A few of it good. Most of it unhealthy. The excellent news first? Does such make dangerous news simpler to absorb? Whether it does or not, I will report it first. My Era four memoirs have been up to date again, to include images of the titling of "motion pictures" of Super Space Theatre on ATV in autumn of 1983. After several searches, I used to be capable of finding the pictures that I was searching for with the intention to be in a position to place together a quintet of pictures of titling of plenty of these "movies", beginning with the "movie" that launched ATV's run of Super Space Theatre, Revenge of the Mysterons From Mars, and together with two of the Space: 1999 "movies", Journey Through the Black Sun and Cosmic Princess. Super Space Theatre was a part of what was a quite remarkable autumn for tv for me, that of 1983, and I'm glad that ATV's run of it has some image illustration in my memoirs. Not that I enjoyed every "movie", though. Only the ones truly set off of Earth, not less than partially. I am no fan of the Gerry Anderson puppet works usually, though the ones with an area setting can stimulate some interest in me. I do remember pondering to myself at the time (i.e. autumn of 1983) how juvenile that Thunderbirds is. And i say this as one who doesn't regard any (any!) of Space: 1999 to be juvenile. Not that there's anything mistaken with some fun juvenile leisure. It could be argued that Rocket Robin Hood was such, earlier than Bakshi, not less than. But when I'm to indulge myself in some juvenile entertainment, I might much fairly watch cartoon drawing than puppets. In the case of Thunderbirds, the Tracy brothers came across to me as boys with toys doing errands for "daddy". Although they were meant to be grown men, their apprarance in their puppet kind made them look in my eyes, to be boys. Especially the Brains character. Still, Thunderbirds in Outer Space was, for my part, one of many non-Space: 1999 highlights of Super Space Theatre. The Stingray "films", however, have been, by my reckoning, low-lights. Stingray did not curiosity me in the least. Nor did Joe 90. My anticipate a space: 1999 "movie" on Super Space Theatre was an extended one. But in November, two of them ultimately went out on the Sunday-from-eight A.M.-to-10 A.M. airwaves of ATV. With the "motion pictures" on Super Space Theatre is an association in my mind with the Humpty Dumpty Sour Cream & Onion potato chips that I ate as I watched those "films". Oh, how I cherished Humpty Dumpty potato chips! They had a style all their very own. I miss them. Three photographs of Parks' Dairy Bar, King George Highway, Newcastle, Miramichi City, New Brunswick, Canada. A part of my life for the reason that early 1970s when my dad and mom and that i lived in the Miramichi region of new Brunswick, Parks' Dairy Bar is closing endlessly. And I am going to miss Parks' Dairy Bar. Word on Facebook is that Parks' Dairy Bar can be closing without end at the end of the day right this moment. For individuals not having read (why not?) my autobiography, I will word that Parks' Dairy Bar was the mushy-ice-cream-serving establishment on King George Highway in the previous town of Newcastle in the Miramichi area of recent Brunswick, whereat I had many an ice cream cone, often chocolate ripple, whereas there with my parents in the 1970s in the years through which we have been inhabitants of the region Miramichi, and which I revisited numerous occasions in the years since we moved out of the Miramichi region, on most of my visits back to Newcastle and Douglastown and Chatham. I had a chocolate ripple dipped in chocolate when final I was at Parks' Dairy Bar this summer. Alas, I cannot be capable of go up north to Miramichi City immediately to have a last Parks' Dairy Bar ice cream cone. My final patronage there shall be the final one, unbeknownst to me when I used to be there. I am afraid that the information turns into worse and worse. More information media reporting of a resurgence of COVID-19, giving extra credibility to the "conspiracy theorist" saying that a return to COVID hell is shut at hand, whether or not there actually is a new, deadly mutation of the COVID virus or not. To be sure, the COVID hell in Canada (arguably probably the most COVID-addled nation on the planet) by no means did absolutely "let up". Not-"jabbed" individuals are still being demonised by some segment of the population, the ineffectiveness of the "photographs" in preventing transmission is being, in news media, obfuscated if not outright "coated-up" by way of omission, allowing the pro-"jab" haters of the "not-jabbed" to persist in believing and promulgating a falsehood and hatred stemming from that falsehood, and other people with out the vaunted "jab" proceed to be discriminated-in opposition to in the health care system. The lady I mentioned who was being denied a lung transplant as a result of she did not have the "jab", has died. People aware of my perspective on issues COVID will know who and what I blame for the lady's death. I'll sidestep that individual line of monologue, and will solely say that here is further proof, if any extra was wanted, of how far Canada has sunk on the moral vertical continuum. Canada is a wicked nation. If God has damned Canada to burn, it's a damnation deserved. I pray that I will not someday be a casualty, as that woman is, of Canada's decline as a nation. "Standing guard for Thee," Canada certainly will not be. And it's not glorious and free. Inglorious (or vainglorious) and captured, extra like it. Captured by the sinister W.E.F. and its James Bond villainy. But I dare not say extra. The Internet censorship Bill is now in effect, and I have to self-censor if I want to keep my Website, a minimum of for awhile yet. Suffice it to say that it disgusts me what is occurring in my nation. I might also comment on the decision on the matter of Dr. Jordan Peterson being "re-educated", however I will sidestep that subject too. There isn't a indication of any slowing of the slide of my country to individual-rights-denying collectivist authoritarianism. I despise collectivist authoritarianism, whether or not it's of the Communist or the fascist variety. I despise each Communism and fascism. Any smart particular person should, as a result of the twentieth century must have taught us to. All for as we speak, Friday, August 25, 2023. I'm going to proceed further down my line of rumination on the concept of a reprise of COVID-19 mania, earlier than leaving it apart and concentrating attention on my extra traditional subjects of this Weblog. People are saying that it's completely regular for a pandemic of an airborne virus of the families of viruses chargeable for chilly or influenza, to be well into a fourth yr since its origin and to start afresh with waves of doubtlessly lethal respiratory illness. Is it? All proper. I'll chunk. Provide for me an instance, in modern occasions, of a airborne respiratory virus pandemic lasting four years and extra. And one which was as unhealthy in its fourth or fifth 12 months as it was in its first. Or worse. Go forward. I will wait. I anticipate that my wait might be lengthy, to say the least. I say again, airborne respiratory virus pandemic. Not HIV. HIV is not airborne, and it is, compared with the respiratory viruses of the chilly and influenza varieties, a completely different beast, because it destroys the immune system that usually "fights off" most viruses of the respiratory sort. And don't throw the Black Death at me for example. During its scourge, there was no working water; sanitation was scant if not utterly absent; hygiene was poor, that means that immune programs weren't robust; and drugs was practically non-existent. I said trendy instances, did I not? The Middle Ages were not fashionable instances. Even a C-grade high school history scholar should know that. And as to the infamous Spanish Flu of 1918-to-1920, that additionally is not an apt factor to invoke. The pandemic of the Spanish Flu was an outgrowth of the deplorable dwelling situations during World War I. Modern hygiene positively suffered. That plus the low morale of the people, and consequent weakened immune systems, after years of destructive war on an unprecedented scale. The one honest comparisons to make between the latest battle with an airborne pandemic microorganism and those of the past, can be post-World War II. Name one airborne respiratory virus pandemic since 1945 to have persisted by a fourth 12 months into a fifth. And one which warrants "lock-down", suspension of individual rights, and obligatory injections with an "Operation: Warp Speed" pharmaceutical with recognized hostile effects. The the reason why pandemics abate after a couple of years, are two. First, viruses sometimes mutate into much less virulent, much less deadly, kinds in order to survive. And secondly, after about two years, enough of the population have had a virus and acquired natural, not vaccinated, immunity, for that virus to pose a negligible menace. It fades into the background, not a supply of anxiety or worry. People's immune techniques ought to be capable to recognise the virus in a variant state, and nonetheless be capable to mount a defence towards it with out life-threatening illness. For there to be new, deadly-on-a-widespread-scale mutations of a virus for years and years and years (COVID without end, in impact), ought to be patently absurd. Unless this explicit Coronavirus has a singular pathology, similar to in our bodies of individuals having had the experimental injection multiple times. Maybe the "pictures" are inflicting people to be more susceptible to critical illness from the wild virus. And if that's the case, all the extra cause to cease injecting individuals. Deal with therapeutic therapies. If it is not the case, then is somebody mendacity about the resurgence of the virus in a deadlier kind? Someone who needs a return to authorities clamp-downs for some political purpose, and/or to promote more "jabs", masks, or check kits? Maybe someone wishing to administer a coup-de-grace to an ailing economy and approach of life, or to totally trigger a "psychotic break" in the population, scapegoat the probably opponents to global despotism, and induce an approval of such folks's elimination, within the minds of the general inhabitants. I have little doubt that J.T. would love to be rid of conservative-minded, critically-minded Canadians once and for all. He hates them. He brands every single one in every of them as "excessive proper". And with an impediment to tyrannical world authorities removed, such a government, in all of its dystopia, could possibly be quick-tracked. I do know how it must learn, this. I don't need to believe it myself. But after the devastating injury that authorities COVID measures have inflicted upon our society and our households and friendships, our economic system, our middle-class skill to "make ends meet", our way of life, the event of youngsters, and so forth, anybody calling for a return to those measures (while society is struggling to cope with the results of the first spherical of the measures), has to be in some sort of psychosis. Possessing some psychotic loss of life wish toward the ideas of life in a freedom-loving, individual-rights-guaranteeing, pleasant, prosperous nation, those of the Western nations, and Canada and the U.S. most notably. Some hatred for Mr. and Mrs. Average in the cities, suburbs, and hinterlands of the North American land mass. And/or a dangerously "nutty" adherence to Mr. "Own-Nussing-und-Be-Happy". If COVID-19 continues to be circulating in the neighborhood and inflicting illness, we should always handle it like we have now at all times handled influenza. No more subverting of the foundations of society. No extra totalitarianism. Protect the vulnerable as greatest we will with out "shutting down" the workings of the country and violating rights and freedoms. And cease permitting the information media to scare people into being "jabbed" a number of instances with a needle identified to trigger heart injury, blood clotting, and autoimmune disease. Was a sure document of autumn of 2020 ostensibly outlining the J.T. "regime"'s plans for a 2021 of militarily sealed cities, food rationing, UBI, Debt Relief Programme (with the proviso of signing away without end the right to personal any property), obligatory injections (with refusers quarantined in camps, their possessions seized), not a pretend however an actual thing, the timetable only being delayed a couple of years? This has me frightened profoundly, as a result of such a state of affairs could be hell on Earth. And since it could certainly imply that I might both need to consent to being injected with something that would, and possibly would, kill me, or lose every little thing. And in time, if J.T. is relentlessly determined to dispossess everybody outdoors of his retinue, lose every thing finally even when I did "cave" and roll up my sleeve, and did not die. It might certainly be an efficient means of pushing the hapless populace towards "own-nussing-und-be blissful", would it not not? And to isolate and neutralise opponents to that, to boot. It is a diabolical plan, if it is true. I'm not saying that it is. But one best control every little thing J.T. does and the way it might fit into such an agenda. Unless there is a few improvement within the COVID-19 saga that I feel compelled to report upon, I suggest to put the subject in abeyance and deal with more conventional issues of curiosity to my readers, nevertheless many readers that there are. It has been some whereas since I commented on the state of my Website's visitor site visitors. I'm still unable to access logs of exactly what Web pages are being visited, though I can see the place my Website's visitors are located and how many occasions something (an unspecified Web page or unspecified image) has been accessed by them. Visits by Canadians are notably down by substantial margin. A drop in Canadian traffic on my Website shouldn't be unusual within the summer, but I don't recall seeing such a paucity of "hits" by individuals of my nation. It may very well be that I'm witnessing the results of recent federal authorities laws as regards entry to the Internet in Canada. Or it could be that this Weblog's focus of late on Canadian politics has alienated some of my regular readers. Or possibly most everyone who needed to make use of my Website for no matter purpose, has already performed so and sees no reason to return. If that's the case, why bother doing Website updates or writing for this Weblog? But I'm doing updates, however. I've expanded additional my recollections of Super Space Theatre on ATV in autumn of 1983 in Era 4, revised a few of my textual content elsewhere in same life period, and, on The Space: 1999 Page, did some change to the photographs accompanying the "Stormy Passage" 42-day area storm chronology notation, adding one from "Dragon's Domain" to supply some visible representation of the space storm causing Koenig and Russell to relive the events of "Dragon's Domain". Which is how I now see the 887 days-after-leaving-Earth stated by Helena in "Dragon's Domain" overlapping the chronology of the Season 2 episodes. It is the one approach that it may well, whereas not outright rejecting something that Helena says in any episode. By my reckoning, at the very least. I quite enjoy using the verb, reckon, and its noun variant, reckoning, because my malefactor in Calgary once said that he detested the word, reckon, particularly when it's scribed by Space: 1999 e book creator, John Rankine. Temptation to "stick it" to one among my extra disagreeable foes might be irresitible, and pleasure in life, like from spiting one of my most detrimental detractors, perhaps must be had infrequently, to counter somewhat the morale-straining effect of a lot being mistaken with the world. I promise to not utilise the word and its variant too typically. Once in each third or fourth Weblog entry, maybe. Space: 1999 dialogue on the internet is abuzz of late with news of a documentary on the Eagle spacecraft, being produced by a Jeffrey Morris. Participants in the documentary include Barbara Bain, Nick Tate, and Brian Johnson. The documentary is being crowd-funded and is aiming for completion and release in 2025, the fiftieth anniversary of Space: 1999 first being telecast. We are closer, a lot closer, to it being fifty years since Space: 1999 began production in 1973, however the fiftieth anniversary celebrations are going to be in commemoration of the general public's first viewing of an area: 1999 episode on broadcast television. In 1975. September, 1975 in several international locations, together with the U.S.. In fact, that didn't embrace me, as northern New Brunswick where I lived, was to not be offered Space: 1999 on a tv station of proximity for reception on everyone's tv set, till September, 1976. The fiftieth anniversary for Space: 1999 for me would be in 2026. But of what consequence is my expertise within the annals of the following of Space: 1999? One expects that Mr. Morris has the sanctioning of ITV for his undertaking, and that the documentary will use clips of episodes of Space: 1999 along with the interview footage. Because the documentary intends to be as a lot about the response of the general public to the design of the Eagle and its role within the episodes of Space: 1999 as it's concerning the creation and visible results deployment of the spaceships of Moonbase Alpha, one would think additionally that there are going to be interviews with followers. I cringe at that, as experience has conditioned me to, however possibly there will be editorial resolution to avoid putting on display the worst aspects of the Space: 1999 fan's mindset. I have no idea as but how lengthy the documentary goes to be, whether the interviews in it is going to be filmed quite than videotape-recorded (film is best), and the means by which it will likely be made out there for public viewing (DVD/Blu-Ray or Internet "streaming"). Will or not it's a part of a fiftieth anniversary release on Blu-Ray of Space: 1999 by a successor to the late Network Distributing? I am questioning if the liner notes that I used to be beneath consideration to write, might have been for a standalone Blu-Ray release of the documentary. Maybe so. Maybe not. The documentary is to be referred to as The Eagle Has Landed. I'll report once in a while on the progress of the challenge. If I am still alive in 2025 and have entry to the documentary, I will write a evaluation of it. I should not have cause as yet to hold any negative viewpoint on it, and i pray that I can't have such cause in 2025. I want the very best of success to its producer and to everyone concerned in bringing it to display screen. Still nothing new to report on a second volume of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. Discussion with reference to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice has gone useless. No information has come from Comic-Con this yr about Blu-Ray or DVD releases of any of the Warner Brothers cartoons. Comic-Con has historically been the place new releases of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies to digital videodisc were introduced for a coming autumn. As was the case for all the GOLDEN COLLECTIONs and the Bugs Bunny eightieth anniversary Blu-Ray set. The lack of any news from Comic-Con does not bode very promisingly. All for as we speak, Monday, August 28, 2023. Sunday, September 3, 2023. Images of three Space: 1999 episodes, "Mission of the Darians" (first picture from left), "Black Sun (second image from left)", "Matter of Life and Death" (third image from left). They have been the three Space: 1999 episodes to come back my means on the second videocassette sent to me by a benefactor at Video Home Entertainment Centre in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, who was videotape-recording Space: 1999 episodes me from their broadcasts on CBHT, CBC Halifax. That videocassette was delivered into my mailbox on Friday, September 2, 1983. Forty years ago immediately, it was Saturday, September 3, 1983. A day that I remember vividly. I had simply, the day earlier than, acquired my second videocassette from Dartmouth containing Space: 1999 episodes videotape-recorded from CBHT by my benefactor at Video Home Entertainment Centre, Wyse Road, Dartmouth. It had been delivered into my mailbox as I was watching The edge of Night and my father was shopping. The videotape had on it "Mission of the Darians", "Black Sun", and "Matter of Life and Death". Saturday, September 3 started overcast. The cloud cowl was starting to dissipate around 1:30 within the afternoon as I was summoned outdoors by Kelly, the girl throughout the street. She was smitten by the eldest of three Australian brothers staying that summer time in a house on Linden Crescent West and wanted me to accompany her into the wooded area within the centre of our crescent avenue in order that she might gaze upon the back of the house where the Australians have been dwelling, and presumably having me present may make her spying a bit much less obvious. My buddy, Joey, had simply come house from a procuring expedition along with his mom. He noticed Kelly and myself stepping into the woods, and hurried to hitch us. I had not seen Joey for a couple of days. Joey requested us what we were doing in the woods, as he was pulling up his blue rugby pants with the usual yanks on the hips and one other in the front. Not long after that, Kelly decided to discontinue spying on her love interest, and Joey returned to his dwelling. I had a grass-slicing job to do, on my next-door neighbour's lawn, but before doing that, I put my latest videotape acquisition into my videocassette machine and started watching "Black Sun". My father hastened me to go outdoors and do the work that I was planning to do. I left the videocassette in play mode, and, as I was mowing the neighbour's lawn, my parents watched "Black Sun". They talked about having finished so after I came inside our home immediately after finishing work. It was now absolutely sunny outdoors. I rewound the videotape and went exterior. Not lengthy after that a certain Andrew comes speeding along on his bicycle. He stops at the foot of my driveway and talks about wanting to "get away" from Joey. I had not the foggiest concept what he was "on about". He insisted we go inside my basement, and being ever the obliging one, I conceded to his needs. Minutes later, we heard my doorbell and he was adamant that we cover. Joey had seen Andrew's bicycle in my driveway and had appeared by my basement window and had seen us. My father answered the door and gave Joey entry to the basement where Andrew and i had been. A boy named Jason was with Joey. Immediately, Joey and Andrew have been speaking without the slightest hint of animosity. But silly me did not suspect any nefarious intent in Andrew's behaviour. Joey did one other pants-pull-up as he talked with Andrew, scarcely cognizant of my presence. Several minutes later, Joey was asking for me to mortgage him some cash to finance a project that he and Jason were committed to finishing. Joey threw his arms round me in his bid to safe an affirmative response to his request. I gave to him the cash, which got here from the pay that I obtained for my work on the neighbours' lawn. After tugging his pants upward but another time, Joey bid adieu to me as the three boys, Joey, Andrew, Jason, left my place. After dinner, I saw the three boys again. For some reason, Joey had changed his pants. He was carrying his gray sweat pants. Either the fit of his falling rugby pants that day was changing into tiresome for him, or he had spilled food on them, or something. Not only had Joey changed his pants, however his bearing towards me had distinctly altered. He was chilly, irritable, and sharp-of-tongue towards me. Something had occurred between my earlier encounter with my pal after which. Something had turned him in opposition to me. After that, I didn't see Joey again till the next Saturday, when he was not in good humour with me. Seething with anger, actually. Putting two and two collectively in issues social was not my particular specialty. It is obvious as mud to me now what had occurred. Andrew had "set me up". He had set a entice for me that I stupidly fell into, on the afternoon of 3 September, 1983. Saying that he was in search of to "get away" from Joey was evidently a deceitful fabrication, and his insistence that we go into my basement and cover, was a scheming ploy. After the three boys had left me, Andrew doubtless wagged his tongue and had Joey believing that the try to hide from him was my initiative. Of course, by being obliging to him, I had given to Andrew the rope to cling me. I ought to have outright refused Andrew's request. There could be no denying that there was that afternoon a pivotal incident in my friendship with Joey. We two had been so shut, so very shut, that summer season, whilst Joey was distancing himself from Andrew. And after the afternoon of September 3, Andrew was back in Joey's good graces, by no means again to be out of them, while Joey and i never had been as close again as we had been through the summer time of 1983. On many a day in the summer time of 1984, Joey did not join me till mid-afternoon, and Andrew was with him, evidently having been with him since morning. In 1983, Joey had begun his summer days with me consistently. Such would hardly ever ever be the case again. Oh, there is no doubt that Andrew did something nefarious that day. He "took advantage" of my obliging and all too guileless nature. It could possibly be additionally that Andrew compounded that with additionally telling to Joey that I had helped Tony on his first day at Fredericton High school on Tuesday, September 6, my connection with Tony at all times being something of a sore spot for Joey. Steven in all probability instructed Andrew about that, and Andrew relayed such to Joey. Or perhaps Steven told Joey himself. I cannot say for sure. But Joey was positively not his congenial self with me in any respect on Saturday, September 10. And after how buddy-buddy close he and that i had been that summer time, it was a jarring change. Oh, a couple of days later, Joey and that i were all sweetness and mild once more and had been teammates in arguably the best baseball game I ever played. But it would by no means be nearly as good once more for us, because it had been in summer time of 1983. It would not be till many years later that I finally "clued in" to what should have occurred. How all of it will need to have "went down". That pivotal incident was forty years ago at the moment. Joey and my times with him in summer of 1983 have been in my thoughts this summer season to fairly a big extent. And fascinatingly enough, likelihood, whether or not it be random or by God's design, brought Joey and i together simply over every week ago. I used to be walking by his mother's house, his childhood residence, early in the night beneath an intermittent rain from the remnants of Hurricane Hillary, and he was stepping into his car after a go to along with his mom. He known as out my title, and we talked for between five and ten minutes. We talked in regards to the state of the economy and the injury that J.T. was doing to it (Joey and i are definitely "on the identical web page" concerning the J.T. scourge on Canada, though our conversation was centered completely on the economic injury of J.T.'s policies). And we talked about Joey's private life. He and his wife are separated, his son isn't talking to him, and he is living in an apartment on Fredericton's south facet. He has a brand new lady friend and has modified employers. We didn't talk any about my situation. I have no idea the place he's at on the matter of "vaccinated"-versus-"unvaccinated", the good rift in Canadian society engineered by our glorious leader and his inner circle, and I thought it finest to avoid any speak about that and about the existential fear that I really feel. Significant differences, these are, between my life now and what it was when last Joey and that i spoke, means again in 2018. I did not point out that I had been interested by him and 1983. I probably would have finished had our conversation continued awhile longer and I would have been absolutely relaxed, as I often am after a dialog with an old friend passes the ten-minute mark. It has been an attention-grabbing summer, one which first brought me along with my Miramichi friend, Ev, when I was there on a mid-August Saturday, in Douglastown behind my old place, after which with Joey. It is unusual enough for me to see one previous friend once more in a summer season. But two? What can it imply? It is sure that I desperately wanted to be with pals of long ago, pals who knew me when my mother and father were dwelling and I was in my childhood, mates who go together with me that far again in time. And someway, somebody accountable for the tides of likelihood guided me and them into an encounter, as if in reply to my longing. God? Maybe. I feel God's presence now greater than I have for a very long time, perhaps greater than I ever have. Because I am aware of evil on this planet greater than I ever have. And if evil exists, then God exists also. A twister hit a Pfizer facility within the U.S. and destroyed it, "bearing down" immediately on the pharmaceutical firm's operation and touching little or no else. Some people say that it was not in "twister alley" the place this occurred. An indication from God that he is with us? And a pointing of the divine finger at the evil quantity, or one among them, on the planet as it's now in the deplorable 2020s? I like to think so. I like to assume that he is with me, that He was with me in making the two reunions happen this summer season. Perhaps to strengthen my spirit in opposition to tribulations to come back. And I feel that those tribulations are most assuredly coming. I find it troublesome to concentrate my consideration upon issues of a relatively trifling nature, resembling my unending umbrage with the followers of Space: 1999. Two images of the Star Trek episode, "Who Mourns For Adonais?". Two images of the Space: 1999 episode, "New Adam New Eve". The 2 episodes of two science fiction/fantasy tv series share some similarities- and have numerous differences. Yes, they're "at it again". On the one Facebook group for Space: 1999 nonetheless open for public view, comments on the second season episode, "New Adam New Eve", are being solicited, and oh, does the venom spew forth! Someone says that "New Adam New Eve" is Star Trek's "Who Mourns For Adonais?", copied verbatim. No, no, no, no. Not verbatim. A formidable power does seem in space ahead of the heroes. Yes, it invites some of them to a planet where it needs for them to settle. Yes, there may be mechanistic supply of power for that formidable power. And in neutralising the power supply, the heroes defeat their antagonist. Yes, this much is comparable. But let me enumerate the various differences. Magus the cosmic magician of "New Adam New Eve", is pretending to be the Almighty God, whereas the "Who Mourns For Adonais?" antagonist is an actual god, the Greek god, Apollo. Magus wants to look at human reproduction to be taught the secret of creation; Apollo only needs folks to worship him. Apollo is in love with Lieutenant Palamas; Magus has no love interest. Magus induces pair bonding between the Alphans whom he has trapped; Apollo doesn't put couples together among his captives. There are mutants on New Earth in "New Adam New Eve"; there are none on Apollo's planet. There are cave scenes in "New Adam New Eve" and none in "Who Mourns For Adonais?". Defeat of Magus requires his loss of life and results in a planet's destruction; Apollo is merely divested of his power supply and left on a still-intact planet. These are the differences between "New Adam New Eve" and Star Trek's "Who Mourns For Adonais?". There are similarities, yes. But so what? That is the query that could be requested, no doubt, if I have been to mention Season 1 Space: 1999's "Guardian of Piri" being comparable with Star Trek's "This Side of Paradise". Cannot Space: 1999 do its own version of a particular trope? As long as it's not a verbatim copy, which "New Adam New Eve" isn't, as I have just delineated? After which there is this delightful pearl of oh, so incontrovertible enlightenment. "The Second Series is an abomination. Freddie Freiberger- the Serial Killer strikes once more." Ah, Space: 1999 fans. Hyperbolic as ever. "Stroppy" as ever. Closed-minded as ever. Unmellow as ever. Revolting as ever. Comparing a tv producer doing his job, to a repeat murderer. And doing so to the "like-clicks" of quite a few individuals. And not a single particular person offering a phrase of objection. There are lots of abominations on the earth in the present day. Abominations that make my skin crawl. That terrify me. Space: 1999- "Year 2" is one among the gorgeous issues that serve as a lot-needed respite from the abominations of the world of the 2020s. And these folks's opinion is just not one that's completely informed. It relies on blinkered ignorance, hate, and/or a want to crush the appeal that the second season of Space: 1999 and reminiscence of its initial run, has for sensitive persons equivalent to myself, even when we're a minority. I ought to not acknowledge it at all, as a result of it ought to have far much less validity than the attitude of someone who does discover and recognize the aesthetic "touches" of second season Space: 1999. And it is a darned sight less amenable to the sentimentality of fellow human beings. Yes, sir. If you happen to say so, sir. I bow to your knowledge, sir, I will burn my Blu-Rays of Season 2, sir. I'll purge from my reminiscence all of my fond recall of 1976 and 1977, sir. I'll name myself mentally deficient for ever liking, much much less aesthetically appreciating, any of it, sir. Go to hell, sir. Go to hell for violating the Golden Rule. When you will have a taste of your own drugs, a "hatchet job" upon your favourite season of Space: 1999, how do you are feeling? Gratified? I doubt that. Go to hell for dishonouring the useless. For talking ill of the useless Fred Freiberger. And doing so with out conclusive proof of absolute culpability in the ending of three television sequence, two of which were earlier cancelled and subsequently on borrowed time (Star Trek) or on a conditional lease of life (Space: 1999) before Mr. Freiberger began instituting any changes, and the other (The Six Million Dollar Man) already running out of bionic steam before the season partially, not solely, produced by Mr, Freiberger, started. I can guarantee you that Fred Freiberger will not be in hell. You won't discover him there. He's in heaven. Am I going to hell? Maybe. Yes, possibly. I've executed unsuitable in my life. My confession of my flawed-doings of my life is on this Weblog. Readers can relaxation assured that I'm as conscious of them now, in the present day, as I was once i listed them. Although God might have granted me some treasured time with old associates, I'm fairly sure that my misdeeds do not weigh in favour of my salvation. But these Space: 1999 pundits are so lacking in self-consciousness and humility that they cannot see the evil in what they are doing. Yes, it's evil. Comparing a deceased television producer to a assassin. Sneering at, and wilfully slurring and hurting, the sentimentality of others for a time of their life giving to them much solace in an insane world, by calling one thing a beloved a part of that point an abomination. That is... evil. Not as evil, not anywhere near being as evil, to make sure, as different issues that are being achieved on the earth. A trifling evil, where evil does go. But still evil. I do say, trifling, being as I wish not to appear egregiously hyperbolic myself. But where there is malignant intent, there is evil. And malignant intent there is, within the purveying of hate toward the second season of Space: 1999 and within the cruel invalidation of that season's admirers (few though they may be). All for right this moment. Thursday, September 7, 2023. No small amount of news at the moment. Television station brand for CBUT, the CBC Television station of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, which aired the CBC Television community showings of Space: 1999 between September 11, 1976 and September 16, 1978 inclusive. Due to my buddy and make contact with, Michel, a uncommon Space: 1999 aficionado who, like myself, adores all of Space: 1999, and Season 2 most especially, I now have a broadcast historical past of Space: 1999 in British Columbia, Canada, for 1976-8. Michel sent to me a lot of the airtimes for Space: 1999 in British Columbia from eleven September, 1976 to sixteen September, 1978. There have been some gaps in the information, and such prompted me to finally "take the plunge" and to turn into a member of the website, Newspapers.com, by way of which I was in a position to view every subject of the Vancouver Sun from September of 1976 to September of 1978. There in entrance of me was all of the knowledge on Space: 1999 telecasts on CBUT- Vancouver and the then-CBC-affiliated CHEK-Tv- Victoria. I laboured on the challenge and now have a full broadcast history for Space: 1999 on the two broadcasters, CBUT and CHEK. Some interesting information emerged as I was adding information to what Michel had provided. Everything to do with CHEK was revealed in my perusing of the Vancouver Sun tv listings. Logo for the CBC-affiliated television station, CHEK, broadcasting out of Victoria, British Columbia through the years of Space: 1999's heyday in Canada, the years through which Space: 1999 was a full CBC television network providing, 1976, 1977, 1978, wherein CHEK transmitted the CBC Television Space: 1999 signal to peoples of British Columbia. First of all, like CHSJ in New Brunswick, CHEK was not an absolutely dependable supplier of the odyssey of Moonbase Alpha. There have been some CBC broadcasts of Space: 1999 that were preempted by CHEK. Happily, CHEK did videotape-delay "Breakaway" on September 11, 1976, to make sure that its viewers could see the premiere episode of Space: 1999, CHEK having had to diverge from CBUT (its CBC Television signal supply) earlier in the day, because of a Canada Cup of Hockey broadcast supplied by CHEK. Viewers of CHEK saw "Breakaway" in the evening hours of 11 September, 1976, CBUT having aired it in the afternoon at 3 o’clock. CHEK wouldn't be so generous with "A Matter of Balance" on eight January, 1977, half two of "The Bringers of Wonder" on 2 July, 1977, "The Infernal Machine" on Christmas Eve in 1977, and "End of Eternity" on 20 May, 1978. All of those CBC Space: 1999 choices weren't on the CHEK airwaves. I do know. Of the entire episodes that CHEK could preempt, why "The Bringers of Wonder: Pt. 2"? Viewers of CHEK who had missed the preliminary February run of the 2-parter, "The Bringers of Wonder", wouldn't know the way Commander John Koenig escaped being smothered to dying by an alien jelly or how he foiled the aliens' plans, or indeed what the aliens' plans were. One, wonders, to make use of rather an apt word, how many CHEK viewers could simply have watched half two of "The Bringers of Wonder" on CBUT on July 2. There might have been some British Columbians who only had CHEK on which to view CBC programming. My sympathies go to them, if certainly they were followers of Space: 1999. I'm almost, almost, tempted to exchange CHSJ with CHEK as the worst tv station, in all of Canada, on which to watch Space: 1999 between the Septembers of 1976 and 1978. But, no. CHSJ still retains the dubious honour. It preempted Space: 1999 extra instances than CHEK did. And I will wager that CHEK did not insert its personal commercials into the CBC airings and lop off thirty-second chunks of episodes for added commercial time. And, in addition to, the individuals in the Vancouver Island area of British Columbia and doubtless most of the inland of the province, most likely had entry to CBUT. Unlike New Brunswick whose citizens have been virtually all dependent on CHSJ for CBC Television programming. The Sun does list Space: 1999 for four December, 1976 and 12 August, 1978. On the latter of these two dates, Space: 1999 was preempted in my a part of the country attributable to a Papal funeral delaying scheduled coverage of the Commonwealth Games for a number of hours. CBC opted to get rid of Space: 1999 (and its episode, "The Testament of Arkadia") that day to ensure that viewers of the Games noticed as a lot of them as possible, once the funeral was accomplished and broadcasting of the Games could begin. I should assume this to have been true across the country, that nowhere in Canada did Space: 1999 air that day. Until such time as someone comes ahead with dependable reminiscence of getting seen "The Testament of Arkadia" on August 12, 1978. As to 4 December, 1976, the standing of Space: 1999 that day has been shrouded in thriller for me, and will always be so. CHSJ that day aired the Empty Stocking Fund telethon all by way of the afternoon and into the evening to eight P.M.. If there was any Space: 1999 on CBC Television that day, CHSJ preempted it. I haven't any information of there being a CHSJ videotape-delay of a four December, 1976 showing of Space: 1999. CBHT- Halifax, CBIT- Sydney, and CBCT- Charlottetown were listed within the December 4-10, 1976 subject of Tv Guide as meaning to air Space: 1999 on four December, 1976 at 2:30 P.M.. A repeat of "The Metamorph" was what was indicated on four December by Tv Guide for CBHT, CBIT, CBCT. But I do know for a undeniable fact that "The Metamorph" was shown on the next Saturday. Saturday, December 11. I comprehend it as a result of I saw it on CHSJ that day. And its intervals consisted almost completely of CBC ads (most for upcoming CBC programming of the December 11-12 weekend and the week thereafter). This meant that the December 11 look of "The Metamorph" was not a results of a CHSJ videotape-delay course of. CBHT being CHSJ's CBC signal supply, it had to even be displaying "The Metamorph" on December 11. Because the CBC was not likely to air the same episode two weeks in a row, The Metamorph" couldn't have been proven on CBHT (and CBIT and CBCT, for which CBHT was sign source) on December 4. So, what was? I have no idea. For a time, I believed possibly a repeat of "Breakaway". But I was told by somebody that there had been no Space: 1999 on CBC Television in Quebec on December 4. And probably not wherever else within the Eastern Time Zone that day. And although Space: 1999 was listed to be proven on December 4 in the prairie provinces, it was scheduled right after an NFL Football broadcast slotted at solely two and a half hours. NFL soccer video games practically by no means end their four quarters in below two and a half hours. Usually, they extend previous three hours and largely into a 3-and-a-half-hour length. I expect that such was the case on December 4, 1976. Meaning that Space: 1999 would have been preempted in the prairie provinces on December 4, 1976. As for British Columbia, the schedule that afternoon (of December 4, 1976) was NFL Football slotted in an unrealistic two and a half hours, then Curling Classic (which was sixty minutes in size), then Space: 1999. I expect that if NFL Football had gone to nearly three and a half hours, because it most likely did, CBC in British Columbia would have followed NFL Football with Curling Classic in full (CBC all the time gave priority to sports activities over fictional television shows) and "bumped" Space: 1999 off of the day's roster. I do not suppose that Space: 1999 aired anyplace in Canada on 4 December, 1976. I have no idea what aired in its place that day on CBC Television stations east of Manitoba. But it surely was not shown in Quebec and, I are inclined to suppose, anyplace else within the Eastern Time Zone and the Atlantic Time Zone of Canada. The repeat of "The Metamorph" initially planned for 4 December was delayed to December 11, and "The Exiles" which Tv Guide designated as initially supposed to be aired on December 11, was not to have a repeat airing on CBC Television within the 1976-7 broadcasting season. As "The Testament of Arkadia" was denied a repeat within the summer time of 1978. Until such time as somebody comes forward to dispute this, it is what I'm opting to "go together with" in my history of Space: 1999 on CBC Television. The broadcast history for Space: 1999 on CBC will be found on The Space: 1999 Page. Which is now being designated on my important Web web page as having been up to date. The broadcast history for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on CBC Television stations in the Canadian province of British Columbia, is coming to the Kevin McCorry-written Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page. Now that I've a space: 1999 broadcast historical past for CBUT and CHEK, what's next for my chronicling of Space: 1999 on CBC? Maybe a broadcast historical past of Space: 1999 for Alberta or Saskatchewan. However, I'm for now giving priority to a British Columbia CBC broadcast history for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Indeed, I am engaged on that now and am very close to to finishing it. A number of the Vancouver Sun issues are missing at Newspapers.com for 1970, however newspapers for Surrey and Langley are filling the gaps. I anticipate to have the British Columbia CBC broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour completed later at present. Many, many due to Michel for providing data and for sparking initiative in me to additional my CBC broadcast venture for Space: 1999, and to make the mandatory moves towards availing myself of all of the knowledge on the World Wide Web beyond the Google News Archive repository of newspapers, whose limited data was gleaned fully years in the past. Another fascinating factor of be aware. On March 11, 1978, CBUT and CHEK aired Space: 1999 within the morning. At 11 A.M.. The one time during the full-CBC-Television-network run of Space: 1999 from 1976 to 1978, that Space: 1999 aired on a Saturday morning anyplace in Canada, to the best of my information. And, yes, "War Games" is an episode of Season 1 of Space: 1999, not Season 2. No, I say again, no, Season 2 episodes of Space: 1999 have been broadcast on Saturday morning on CBC Television, to the better of my knowledge, which may be very substantial. Space: 1999 followers might "take to the financial institution" this specific statement. Or at least those who are not stubbornly adherent to the notion that Season 2 is fit just for Saturday morning tv and was aired on such in Canada, on the decree of some particular person on the CBC who supposedly was of the oh, so orthodox opinion that "Year 2" is "kidstuff". It's bull's excrement, folks, such assertion. How many more CBC broadcast histories should I have on my Space: 1999 Web web page to persuade those who in Canada, Season 2 Space: 1999 was judged applicable for viewing on Saturday afternoons (late Saturday afternoons, mostly) or evenings? Family, not children's, viewing hours. Not Saturday morning. The horrible effects of Psyche on clever beings subjected to it, Zova torturing Helena, beer brewing and consumption, Taybor's grabbing of Maya's leg, the "killing sickness" and blade-wielding of the Archanons, Magus' pair-bonding intentions and the sight of mutant results of his machinations, dead our bodies on Planet D and Ellna, naked alien females behind chlorine vapers, the dead body of Lustig with blood on the hands and blood popping out of the mouth. And the seductive dance of "One Moment of Humanity" and Zamara calling on Zarl to, "Make love..." to Helena, which was trimmed by CBC for the repeat of that episode in 1977 and triggered the episode to be skipped completely by CBC jap Maritimes television station CBHT in 1983-5 when Space: 1999 was repeated, on Sunday mornings. None of this is acceptable for Saturday morning "kid vid" in North America. Anyone saying that all of it is, shouldn't be with a firm grasp on actuality. They match the "one-can-short-of-six-pak" designation applied to me for appreciating Season 2 and objecting to decades of arrogant vitriol flung at it. It's all well and good to notice that Season 2 departed from the extent of body horror utilised in first season. Season 2 steered away from the "uber-darkness" of science fiction-horror into which Season 1 had immersed itself in quite a few its episodes. But just because something shouldn't be going to the ultimate diploma into the "darkish", Lovecraftian subject of the human imagination, does not imply that it is at the opposite extreme of befitting-of-juveniles-solely, rainbows and lollipops, violence-free "pap" deserving only to air on Saturday A.M. between Circle Square and Barney the Dinosaur. If something isn't "dark", then it's childish? To say so denotes, it appears to me, an abject simpleton's logic, or the considering strategy of a small little one. I'm conscious that some broadcasters in the U.K. aired Season 2 Space: 1999 on Saturday morning. A few of them aired Season 1 Space: 1999 on Saturday morning. To this, I can solely say that such a decision "speaks to" the mentality of individuals liable for television programme administration at sure television stations within the U.K.. A mentality as, if no more, questionable as that of the "Season 2-is-for-children" Space: 1999 fans. Maybe it is judged to be acceptable in the U.K. for young youngsters to see males die violently with blood popping out of mouth, or to see the body horror in first season Space: 1999, at occasions when they are in their pyjamas and eating Fruit Loops. I judge that to be incorrect, as many tv network executives in the U.S. and Canada would opine that it is improper. Oh, I know that there isn't any scarcity of people that assume that anything science fiction/fantasy can only be of appeal to, and be made for, kids. Maybe such individuals were in the Programme Manager job at the precise television stations in the British Isles. So long as there isn't a profanity, nudity, or express sex, science fiction/fantasy must be within the "kiddie slots". In order that they suppose. It is possible that there was an angle at some U.K. television stations that anything produced by Gerry Anderson is in the identical league, as it had been, as Thunderbirds, and therefore appropriate for Saturday morning viewing. This is possible, also. But enough on this specific topic. For now. No doubt the anti-Season 2 ravings of the followers of Space: 1999 will pull me back to it soon enough. All for at the moment. I'll revisit a number of the gadgets about which I wrote in my last Weblog entry. I feel that they merit additional commentary. Hopefully this coming weekend. Saturday, September 9, 2023. It was a busy week for me, this previous one. Not solely was I back to working full-time at broadcasting but I was labouring at broadcasting histories for Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Whilst I am in the free one-week trial at Newspapers.com, I must do probably the most that I can do, with it. I'm not planning to become a paying member to it. When the seven days are performed, that's all. I accomplished the broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour for British Columbia CBC Television stations CBUT and CHEK. It will probably now be found on the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page. I have not much remark to make with regards to CBUT and CHEK and Bugs and the Road Runner. CHEK preempted the tv show an the odd rare occasion. All in all, the western provinces British Columbia and Alberta (I've extra to report as regards The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Alberta) were the places to be in Canada for watching The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Fewer preemptions by the CBC itself, and fewer joinings in progress resulting from Bugs and the Road Runner following a stay sporting event (football, baseball, hockey). I did not relaxation on laurels after finishing the broadcast historical past for Space: 1999 on CBUT and CHEK. I went full steam ahead and adopted that with a broadcast historical past for Space: 1999 in Alberta. For the CBC-owned-and-operated CBXT- Edmonton and CBRT- Calgary and Red Deer CBC-affiliated CKRD. Some interesting findings in the doing of the broadcast history for Space: 1999 in the province of the Rockies, the Badlands, Drumheller, and prairie plains. People in Alberta noticed Space: 1999 at either four or 5 P.M., with only a few deviations from these two airtimes. It was often 4 P.M. in the course of the months when Hockey Night in Canada was a CBC juggernaut, and 5 P.M. in the balance of the months of the 12 months. Unlike in New Brunswick the place Space: 1999 was more often than not an after-dinner viewing expertise, after or around sunset within the winter months, in Alberta the viewing of Space: 1999 was before dinner in the winters because the solar was setting or close to doing so. It is only a hunch, however I believe that this meant that the watching of Space: 1999 in Alberta was much less of a family affair than it was "down east". Housewives making ready dinner within the kitchen, with husbands assisting them. The youth of the household can be watching Space: 1999 in residing room, not with their dad and mom with them in so-doing. Oh, I suppose that some fathers might need stayed in the dwelling room after watching sports activities or nation music, lengthy sufficient to observe Space: 1999 with son(s) and/or daughter(s) before going to the kitchen to assist the spouse with dinner preparation. And some households had dinner at 6 o'clock or later. I would assume, although, that there have been fewer households in Alberta the place dad and mom and kids watched Space: 1999 together than in provinces in japanese Canada. I would also hazard a guess that rankings amongst youth would be decrease in Alberta than in components of Canada east, as youngsters have been outdoors taking part in between four and 5 o'clock, having begun doing so earlier within the afternoon and wishing to maximise their fun in the daylight before having to go indoors for dinner, with the solar falling on the horizon. On these Saturdays when it was not storming or bitterly chilly outside, a minimum of. Only the juveniles and teenagers extra dedicated to the watching of television on their first day of the week free from the duties of school, could be in dwelling rooms watching what was on the flooring mannequin colour tv. And some can be watching one thing apart from Space: 1999. In some elements of Alberta, The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour still could be seen publish-1975, on the CBC's rival broadcasters, sometimes in direct competitors with Space: 1999. I'm inclined to suppose that Alberta, and British Columbia, too, weren't the place the best multi-era viewership numbers for Space: 1999 might be discovered. "The Testament of Arkadia", a space: 1999 episode that was elusive to the viewership of the CBC-affiliated tv station CKRD of Red Deer, Alberta, Canada, throughout the CBC Television community broadcasting of Space: 1999 of 1976-8. But for viewers of Space: 1999 served by Red Deer's CKRD, I've a profound sympathy. Assuming that they might only see Space: 1999 on CKRD, have been unable to "tune in" CBRT or didn't have CBRT on cable television. One in every of CKRD's preemptions of Space: 1999 was of the extremely unusual 10 P.M. airing of "The Testament of Arkadia" on February 25, 1978. As "The Testament of Arkadia" very in all probability did not get pleasure from a summertime repeat in 1978 wherever in Canada, followers of Space: 1999 in Red Deer with out CBRT entry, would have been denied any occasion to see "The Testament of Arkadia" through the CBC full tv network run of Space: 1999. "The Testament of Arkadia" was also one of the most elusive episodes of the French-language version of Space: 1999 on Radio-Canada. To some Space: 1999 lovers of central Alberta, "The Testament of Arkadia" would have been an episode seemingly perpetually out of reach. And the disappointment on 12 August, 1978 as "The Testament of Arkadia" was scheduled however not shown as a summertime repeat by the total CBC television community, would have been most acute. Devastating. I can image myself having the temper tantrum to finish all temper tantrums, had I been a citizen of Red Deer on that summer season Saturday in 1978. People there won't have seen "The Testament of Arkadia" till it was shown on YTV in 1990. I do imagine that the time has come for me to place CHSJ in second place among the many worst television stations for watching Space: 1999, CKRD now having the dubious honour of occupying the number one spot formerly held by CHSJ. As dangerous as CHSJ might be where Space: 1999 was concerned, at the very least all episodes could be seen at the very least as soon as in CHSJ's hegemony in most of new Brunswick. Oh, not so quick, Kevin. CHSJ did preempt probably the most CBC broadcasts of the odyssey of the Alpha Moonbase. Only two CBC broadcasts of Space: 1999 went un-shown by CKRD, these of "The Testament of Arkadia" on 25 February, 1978 and "Earthbound" of 19 November, 1977, whereas CHSJ preempted six. After which there is the matter of CHSJ's mischief within the setting of commercials. I doubt that CKRD was like CHSJ in "sticking" ninety seconds of commercials into a sixty-second advertisement interval. I will name it a tie between CKRD and CHSJ for being the worst Canadian broadcasters in the sphere of Space: 1999 provision. Until such time as I come upon a CBC-affiliated tv station that was worse. The broadcast history for Space: 1999 in Alberta, may be found on The Space: 1999 Page. I will observe additional that Alberta will be counted as one other province by which not a single Season 2 episode of Space: 1999 was broadcast by the CBC on Saturday morning. "Stick that in your pipe and smoke it," say I to the individuals contending "Year 2" to be a Saturday morning phenomenon in Canada. Wrong once more, they are. Oh, I do know, and so they know, they full properly know, that they have been pulling out of their posterior the assertion that "Year 2" was shown on Saturday mornings in Canada. They're just as wilfully dishonest as that factor sitting within the P.M. chair in Canada. They in all probability voted for him. I wouldn't be stunned to study that they did. But avoid politics right this moment, Kevin. Stay away. I've extra to say about topics of my Weblog entry of September 3, but I am feeling rather drained this morning after a busy week and have errands to run. Maybe tomorrow. Yes, maybe tomorrow. Oh, how could I have forgotten? It consumed most of my time yesterday. There is now a full CBC broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour in Alberta, also. Just like the one for British Columbia, it's now to be discovered at the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page. It has occurred to me to do CBC broadcast histories for Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour for Saskatchewan, additionally. Alas, the availability of Saskatchewan newspapers at Newspapers.com seems like that it's not going to be as ample as it's for those of British Columbia and Alberta. The Star-Phoenix of Saskatoon seems prefer it could also be my best bet, assuming the television itemizing supplements are present for each Friday subject of the newspaper. From what I have seen, airtimes match these in Manitoba. So, a Saskatchewan CBC broadcast historical past might solely be of curiosity in what individual CBC-affiliated television stations could have completed with particular episode showings, i.e. which of them have been preempted or videotape-delayed. The CBC Television broadcasters in Saskatchewan embody CBKT- Regina, CBKST- Saskatoon, CKOS- Yorkton, CKBI- Prince Albert, and CKSA- Lloydminster. The Star-Phoenix doesn't have listings for CBKT. I will need a Regina newspaper for that, I suppose. And this could also be an issue. One will see. Saturday, September 9, 2023. Supplemental. I've completed a space: 1999 CBC broadcast history for the province of Saskatchewan. It is now obtainable on The Space: 1999 Page. My first assumption of airtimes in Saskatchewan being same as in Manitoba, has been proved false. Clearly, CBKT and CBKST had their own allocation of CBC sign separate from that accorded to CBWT- Winnipeg. More CBC affiliates not having shown "The Testament of Arkadia" in 1976-8, have come to gentle. CKSA- Lloydminster, Alberta/Saskatchewan, CKOS- Yorkton, Saskatchewan, and CKBI- Prince Albert, Saskatchewan all eschewed a ten P.M. airing of Space: 1999- "The Testament of Arkadia" on 25 February, 1977, the only exhibiting of it on the CBC Television network betwixt Septembers, 1976 and 1978. Western provinces were not the place to be for Space: 1999 fanatics eager to see each episode. Unless that they had entry to CBC-owned-and-operated CBKT, CBKST, CBRT, and CBXT. Actually, come I do to consider it, CKOS is known (due to R.M. Kazan for the information) to have aired Season 1 of Space: 1999 in 1975-6. So, "The Testament of Arkadia" possible aired sometime in the Yorkton space at the least as soon as within the yr earlier than Space: 1999 became a full CBC Television community attraction. This spares CKOS from being in contention for worst Canadian broadcaster of Space: 1999. As to the others aforementioned, I have no idea Space: 1999's standing on these in 1975-6. I do know that CBKT did air Season 1 Space: 1999 in 1975-6- and it's possible that the entire CBC-affiliated television stations in Saskatchewan had entry to it by the CBKT sign that was no doubt their supply signal for all CBC tv programming. Maybe all of them did air Space: 1999 in 1975-6. Either at the same time as on CBKT, or on videotape-delay. But I ramble. All for immediately.
News aplenty at present. For persons enthusiastic about broadcast histories. Where to start? How about chronologically in order of broadcast? Images of five of the cartoons of the twelfth instalment of Season 1 of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. There's now a broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on CBC Television within the Canadian province of Saskatchewan. The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. There may be now a broadcast historical past of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour for Saskatchewan CBC tv stations, at the Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page . I have additionally found television listings in a northern British Columbia weekly newspaper known as The Quesnel Cariboo Observer, for no less than two CBC-affiliated tv stations in Canada's westernmost province. They are CKPG- Prince George and CFCR (later known as CFJC)- Kamloops. And with these tv listings, I added to the prevailing broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour in British Columbia. I have to offer a caveat. Newspaper tv listings are usually inconsistent over a prolonged time frame, generally offering schedules for certain television channels and generally not. There could even be a protracted time frame, a span of several consecutive weeks, during which listings for one tv station disappear. And some weeks, no television listings at all, none in any respect for any tv station. There are Saturdays where no data was to be discovered for one or both of the two CBC-affiliated broadcasters aforementioned on this paragraph. So, I just needed to go along with chance and assume no preemption of Bugs and the Road Runner on the tv station for which data was missing. And a few weeks, there have been conflicts between the info on the two television stations as regards airtime. When I was presented with those, I often opted to adhere to the CBUT knowledge, being as CBUT was most likely the CBC programming sign supply for CKPG and CFCR. There were a few exceptions the place it appeared like a final-minute adjustment of the listings for CKPG and CFCR had occurred (the typeface dimension or straightness suggesting a superimposing over an earlier itemizing), those instances being ones where I abandoned the CBUT data and went with CKPG and/or CFCR, if the newsprinted info for the latter two broadcasters was not in accordance with that of the previous one. Based only on "gut feeling". Maybe I'm right. Maybe I am improper. After all of the water passed beneath the bridge since then, I doubt that anybody is going to come forth with conclusive proof of my verity or my falseness. It could be so good if I could have a completely dependable source of knowledge, or for all newspaper listings to match. But one can not have every little thing. Best guess, I suppose. Space: 1999. After completing a CBC broadcast historical past of Space: 1999 for Saskatchewan for The Space: 1999 Page, I decided to do a broadcast history for Cosmos 1999 in Quebec. I had at my disposal (by way of Newspapers.com) The Montreal Gazette and The Montreal Star to make use of for information for each broadcast of Cosmos 1999 by Radio-Canada in 1975, 1976, 1977, 1979, and 1980, on CBFT- Montreal and CBVT- Quebec City. CBFT aired each broadcast of Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada. Naturally, as it's the originating tv station of Radio-Canada, as CBLT- Toronto is for CBC English. CBVT opted out of airing Cosmos 1999 on its Monday night transmissions in 1979. Interesting. I had been beneath the impression that solely CBAFT within the eastern Maritimes had been so gauche as to refuse to show Cosmos 1999 at any time within the a few years of broadcast Cosmos 1999 on CBC French. I have some sporadic listings at my disposal for CKSH- Sherbrooke (by the use of The Sherbrooke Record and La Tribune), and, alas, none for CKRT- Riviere-du-Loup and CKRS- Saguenay. What I do know is that CKRT is claimed to have been little more than a re-broadcaster for CBFT, most likely providing not much more than its personal station identification. So, if Cosmos 1999 was on CBFT, it's affordable to assume that it additionally was on CKRT. As for CKRS, I'm going to assume that it being Radio-Canada's major receiver of tv programming for northern Quebec, it deviated very little, if in any respect, from CBFT. I am ready to be corrected. In my analysis for Cosmos 1999 on CKSH in Sherbrooke, I found relatively a valuable jewel. A affirmation at last, at lengthy last, of what I had long suspected. For 1977's Saturday, October 22, at 5 P.M. my time (Atlantic Time), Tv Guide journal had listed Cosmos 1999 to air between Univers des Sports and Bagatelle on Radio-Canada stations CJBR- Rimouski and CBAFT-Moncton. There had not been any Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada in nearly two months, since "La Mission des Dariens" had been telecast at eight P.M. on Saturday, August 27. The Cosmos 1999 Tv Guide listing for 22 October did not specify any episode. No synopsis. I did not know what episode that it was. And all of the newspaper television listings in New Brunswick merely had "A Communiquer" at 5 P.M. on Saturday, the 22. 5 P.M. that Saturday was not an opportune time for me to look at cable television at my grandparents' house, and that i wanted, then, cable tv to observe something on CBC French; the paltry rabbit ears on our television in our new Fredericton dwelling, had been insufficient to obtain the CBAFT signal. And "A Communiquer" being within the newspaper tv listings, it was not a certainty that Cosmos 1999 could be shown that day. I selected to focus my consideration absolutely on that day's 6 P.M. provision of Space: 1999 on CBC Television and CHSJ. While I was consuming dinner with my dad and mom earlier than they left our place shortly before 6 o'clock to go to my aunt and her family (and me remaining at dwelling by myself to observe and audiotape-record the Space: 1999 episode, "Another Time, Another Place", between 6 and 7 P.M.), I puzzled if certainly Cosmos 1999 was being shown, and what episode was within the offering. For many years over a number of a long time, I have suspected that if an episode of Cosmos 1999 was transmitted that day on Radio-Canada, that it was "Le Domaine du Dragon". Because "Le Domaine du Dragon" got here after "La Mission des Dariens" in the run of Cosmos 1999 in 1979 extending towards that yr's ending. In late 1979, CBAFT was now not disseminating Cosmos 1999 to the folks of the jap Maritime provinces. But that is one other story. "Dragon's Domain" additionally got here after "Mission of the Darians" in episode novelisations (within the guide, Astral Quest) penned by John Rankine. This I knew in autumn of 1977. Suspecting as I've that "Le Domaine du Dragon" aired at 5 P.M. on October 22, 1977, I have long had it positioned there in my broadcast history for Cosmos 1999 for the japanese Maritimes. Every newspaper television information from locations far and extensive in Canada to which I have breen privy, has either said "A Communiquer" or "T.B.A." for 5 P.M. (or 4 P.M. Eastern Time in Quebec and Ontario, or different airtimes additional west) for Radio-Canada tv stations on October 22, 1977. That is, till now. La Tribune in Sherbrooke had tv listings for late afternoon of twenty-two October, 1977, and here that's. Eureka! My suspicions of many many years have been "borne out". The suspicions had been fairly logical, yes. There was additionally an unusual airtime late that same month, on Monday, October 31, for "Le Testament de l'Arcadie". It aired as a Halloween deal with, I suppose. But CBAFT opted not to show it, and, once more, it would not have been receivable in my house, then, in 1977, being as we still lacked cable television for seeing CBAFT (even if CBAFT did air it, which I am quite positive that CBAFT didn't). But I digress. "Le Testament de l'Arcadie" came after "Le Domaine du Dragon" in December, 1979. And it comes after "Dragon's Domain" in Astral Quest. It was logical to assume "Le Domaine du Dragon" to be earlier than "Le Testament de l'Arcadie" in 1977. Just as it was logical for it to come back after "La Mission des Dariens". But now, there's little doubt. Cosmos 1999 did air that October Saturday in 1977, and the episode was "Le Domaine du Dragon". It was for the most effective, I believe, that I didn't see "Le Domaine du Dragon" that day. Significantly better for me to have first skilled it not in French but in English. Three weeks later. And whereas I was staying in Douglastown with my finest good friend, Michael. On 12 November, 1977. Space: 1999- "Dragon's Domain". The French language model thereof, Cosmos 1999- "Le Domaine du Dragon", aired on CBC French (Radio Canada) on Saturday, October 22, 1977 at 5 P.M.. Saturday at 5 P.M. had by no means before been an airtime for Cosmos 1999 in my sector of planet Earth. It could be attention-grabbing, so interesting, to go back in time and watch "Le Domaine du Dragon". to see how Radio-Canada handled the episode. What scenes would have been reduce? And to expertise what it could have been prefer to see Cosmos 1999 at 5 P.M. on a Saturday. Such had never been an expertise known by me. With my discovery of The Quesnel Cariboo Observer, I have added to the broadcast history of Space: 1999 in British Columbia, placing listings for CKPG and CFJC (formerly CFCR) into the history. CKPG and CFJC had to be utilizing CBUT as their CBC sign source. The unusual eleven A.M. airtime for "War Games" on eleven March, 1978, already famous for CBUT and CHEK, was shared by CKPG and CFJC. As was the case with listings for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, I found conflicting info between CBUT and the CBC-affiliated broadcasters in northern British Columbia. I've decided to amend my listings for CBUT and CHEK to match those for CKPG and CFJC in a couple of cases, including the airing of "Breakaway" on eleven September, 1976, and that for "The Exiles" on 25 September, 1976. Why? Why not go for CBUT information and rule the others as fallacious? Because, in the case of "Breakaway", each broadcaster of CBC Television programming in British Columbia in addition to CBUT, together with my two new discoveries, CKPG and CFJC, are listed as having "Breakaway" airing at 9 P.M.. That's, CHEK, CKPG, and CFJC listings saying that "Breakaway" was to be seen at 9 P.M., CBUT being alone is showing "Breakaway" at 3 P.M.. CBUT being the sign source for the other television stations, it must have shown "Breakaway" at 9 P.M.. I can't imagine three CBC-affiliated television channels all videotape-delaying Space: 1999 from three P.M. to the same airtime of 9 P.M.. They needed to be airing it concurrent with CBUT at 9 P.M.. As for "The Exiles" on September 25, CKPG and CFJC have been listed as telecasting Space: 1999 that day at 5 P.M.. Which was the then-regular airtime allotted for Space: 1999 on CBC in British Columbia. The Vancouver Sun itemizing Space: 1999 at 6:30 P.M. that day, is not sensible. There isn't any compelling cause for it to have aired that late. No dwell sports event that might have delayed it to the evening. No live political event, both. And the 5 P.M. itemizing that day for CBUT says solely T.B.A. (To Be Announced). I am "going with my intestine" and putting "The Exiles" on September 25 at 5 P.M.. Unless someone has clear reminiscence of getting seen "The Exiles" at 6:30 that day and comes forth to appropriate me. My free trial at Newspapers.com ends in the present day. I've expanded the broadcast histories of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Space: 1999 as much as I can with the data out there at Newspapers.com. I can't be continuing with Newspapers.com as a paying member. Also expiring not long from now, is my membership at Fanderson. It'd already have expired. I do not know. All that I needed from my membership in Fanderson was the DVD of The UFO Documentary and The Space: 1999 Documentary (plus "Message From Moonbase Alpha"), which I procured a 12 months in the past. If there was to be any incentive in the e-newsletter, F.A.B., for me to proceed being a member, it was squandered completely in the last subject thereof, the one that I received a number of weeks ago. A "Flashback" article on the ultimate Space: 1999 episode, "The Dorcons", which was little more than a "pile-on" by reviewers proclaiming the usual antipathy for second season Space: 1999, the entire episodes thereof including the one being targeted-upon in the article, and the producer of it, useless now for more than twenty years. No fandom for "The Dorcons" be discovered there within the article. Just repudiations or denunciations. I care not to congregate with people who don't share my affection for all of Space: 1999. I ponder if I ought to look upon the article as a thumbing of the nostril at me as I go away the club a year after I joined it. Not a acutely aware, deliberate one, I hasten so as to add. Then again, who knows? Maybe it's. But either way, so be it. I went, I noticed, I obtained what I sought to acquire, and i left. Such is my year's long membership in Fanderson. If my DVD rots, I would return for a substitute. If I am not "personal(ing) nussing und be(ing) joyful" by then. Or lifeless. I nonetheless intend to revisit subjects of my September 3 Weblog entry. But not right now. Hopefully later this week. Thursday, September 14, 2023. Fourth day in a row of overcast, rainy weather, and there's Hurricane Lee heading the way of Atlantic Canada on the weekend. On Saturday. Why do hurricanes or submit-tropical storms appear always to come to Atlantic Canada on Saturdays? Arthur did, in 2014. And i can assume of a few others that did. I had greatest stock my larder with plenty of peanut butter, crackers, nachos, and no matter else I can consider, that does not want refrigeration or preparation with heat. And keep as little as doable in the refrigerator and freezer, in case power is out for days, because it was throughout and after Arthur. I'm conscious of yesterday's significance. "Breakaway Day", Septembers 13 are called yearly by the aficionados of Space: 1999. With appreciation and amusement, I watched yesterday a short deal with to Space: 1999 fans by none apart from Mr. Brian Blessed. He is wonderful. Some actors' voices change as they age. But even at age 86, Mr. Blessed sounds as he did as Dr. Cabot Rowland and Mentor. And, in fact, Prince Vultan in Flash Gordon. That is a type of rare events when Mr. Blessed didn't regale us with, "Gordon's ali-i-ive?????!!!!" Actually, after listening to him again within the video, I would say that he sounds more like Vultan within the video than he does Rowland or Mentor. But then, I assume that he has reinvoked Vultan rather more usually through the years than either of his two Space: 1999 roles. He is extra practiced at reprising Vultan, I assume. Actor Brian Blessed with a message to Space: 1999 followers on "Breakaway Day", 2023. Here it is. https://www.fb.com/GerryAndersonOfficial/movies/142754398907178/ That is the primary time that I've heard Mr. Blessed reference his work in Space: 1999. He normally has much to say about Flash Gordon and some of his non-science fiction/fantasy work. It brought a smile to my face on an otherwise dreary day. With reference to Space: 1999, I've more room: 1999 Page updates to report. My friend, Michel, got here once more to my help, to guide me towards some Internet-primarily based archives of Quebec newspapers with which I used to be ready to obtain data on Cosmos 1999 showings on numerous Radio-Canada affiliate television stations in "La Belle Province", including CKRS- Saguenay, CKSH- Sherbrooke, and CKTM- Trois Rivieres. I feel that my broadcast historical past for Cosmos 1999 in Quebec is as comprehensive as it can presumably be, given what sources of knowledge are available. There was a large amount of videotape-delaying "goin' on" with broadcasters in Quebec. It does appear to have been more of "a factor" there than with CBC Television affiliates in different provinces. In 1975 and early 1976, while Cosmos 1999 was being telecast by Radio-Canada out of Montreal on Mondays at 5 P.M., CKRS was videotape-delaying it to Thursdays, and CKSH and CKTM have been videotape-delaying it to Saturdays. Saturdays in late afternoon, often 5 P.M.. Which was in a broadcast season earlier than the English CBC selected 5 P.M. because the airtime for Space: 1999 for much of the nation (beginning September, 1976). Interesting. When Cosmos 1999 was a Saturday evening attraction on Radio-Canada in 1976-7, CKOS videotape-delayed it to Wednesdays. CKSH and CKTM opted in 1976-7 to air Cosmos 1999 at 7 P.M. Saturdays as it was being transmitted by CBFT. With the 1979 Monday night and 1979-eighty Wednesday afternoon broadcasts of Cosmos 1999 on Radio Canada, CKSH and CKTM went back to videotape-delaying it to late Saturday afternoons. CKRS opted out of airing it at all in 1979 and 1980. My assumptions about CKRS have been incorrect. It did diverge from CBFT. Fairly often. I do not find out about CKRT- Riviere-du-Loup, however I have seen it stated that CKRT was little more than a CBFT re-transmitter. I will go with that. La Presse had fairly a sizable television information complement. At the least pretty much as good, and typically even better than, Tv Guide journal, with regard to offering intensive details about many tv programmes. Episode synopses have been frequent. Especially for the broadcasters of television programming in the French language. Even Bagatelle had descriptions of the contents of its episodes. In as a lot as what cartoon characters had been included in every episodes, Bugs Bunny among them. Episode titles have been given for Declic, French model of Vision On. There have been synopses for The Adventures of Black Beauty on English CBC, and lots of for a television show called The Lost Islands in 1976, which Space: 1999 ultimately changed. I've completely no memory of The Lost Islands. Not a one. Although The Lost Islands stuffed the time slot that used to be allotted to half of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and the half-hour Bugs Bunny Show. However, I did avail myself of the knowledge on its episodes within the La Presse listings, including episode titles for The Lost Islands to my tv listings undertaking. I did identical for episodes of The Adventures of Black Beauty. And Declic. And a few episodes of Phyllis, too. What of Cosmos 1999? Well, La Presse had episode information for almost all of Radio-Canada's run of Season 1 Cosmos 1999 in 1975-6. Some individuals have lengthy claimed that "Un Autre Royaume de la Mort" was the second episode aired by Radio-Canada, after "A la Derive", in September, 1975. But La Presse mentioned that it was "Collision Inevitable" that aired second. Which is consistent with all different Radio-Canada showings of Season 1. I am hewing to La Presse in this instance. I'm puzzled at La Presse's announcement of the episode airing on November 17, 1975. La Presse said that a repeat of "Collision Inevitable" could be broadcast that day. I would are likely to suppose that day's episode to have been "L'Enfant d'Alfa", because it fits there, between "Le Maillon" the week earlier and "Le Dernier Crepuscule" the week after, "L'Enfant d'Alfa" always airing between the two of them on subsequent Radio-Canada airings of Season 1 episodes. And nowhere else in 1975 and early 1976 is there a mention of "L'Enfant d'Alfa" within the La Presse television listings. Why would Radio-Canada air "Collision Inevitable" twice and "L'Enfant d'Alfa" not in any respect, in 1975-6? Unless there were problems of availability for "L'Enfant d'Alfa" on November 17. Maybe the film print was broken. Or maybe there was something in regards to the episode that brought on Radio-Canada to evaluate it inappropriate for a 5 P.M. airtime. Unless data to the opposite comes to gentle, I'll concede to La Presse being appropriate about "Collision Inevitable" airing a second time in 1975. Then again, I discover myself inclined to reject a Cosmos 1999 episode synopsis in La Presse later in Radio-Canada's 1975 and early 1976 engagement with Cosmos 1999. La Presse in late December, 1975 and early January, 1976 had a synopsis for "Le Dernier Adversaire" two weeks in a row. I'm assuming the one on the second week to be an error. Someone neglecting to replace the Cosmos 1999 itemizing with synopsis for "En Desarroi", which came after "Le Dernier Adversaire" on subsequent Cosmos 1999 Radio-Canada runs. There are also clearly erroneous prognostications for "Tout ce qui Reluit" and "Les Exiles" in November, 1976. Those episodes are known to have aired on Radio-Canada in December of that 12 months. On December 11 and 18, to be actual. Not long after the erroneous indications of "Tout ce qui Reluit" and "Les Exiles", La Presse stopped printing Cosmos 1999 episode synopses, and wouldn't resume doing so until the repeat airing of "La metamorphose" in January, 1979. Most episodes aired in 1979 and 1980 had synopses in La Presse. Logo for the television station, CBLT- Toronto, Ontario, Canada. A space: 1999 broadcast history for 1976-8 for CBLT may very well be deduced, in that CBLT was the originating tv station for the CBC English television network, and what aired on most all CBC Television stations in Canada should even have been on CBLT, and in all probability at the same airtime as on CBOT- Ottawa. I suggest now to carry to an in depth my work on Space: 1999 Canada broadcast histories. It is not a comprehensive compilation of information. There are no less than two CBC-affiliated television stations in Alberta, one in Medicine Hat and one in Lethbridge, for whose tv programming schedules I have no data source. I have zero sources of data for Newfoundland. None. I noticed a couple of television listings for the Yukon, wherein airtimes appeared to accord with those of CBUT. None for the other northern territories. And the largest tv market in Canada, the Greater Toronto Area and the rest of the great Lakes region of Ontario, is sparse with regard to available data. I might deduce a 1976-eight Space: 1999 broadcast historical past for CBLT, as it was the originating television station for CBC English, however the information would in all likelihood be equivalent to CBOT- Ottawa on each week, CBOT broadcast history being already obtainable. Any work that I would sometime do for Toronto and the good Lakes region would include an enormous variety of television stations. I would have to broaden the template that I currently use for information, to contain all of the knowledge. The identical would apply to CBC broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. If I have been motivated to continue expanding that. Now, I am going again to September 3, and forty years further back to September 3, 1983- the day of the incident that diminished me in the eyes of my best pal, Joey, and which triggered issues between us to by no means again be the same as they'd been prior to that day. I is probably not unduly dramatic, as it have been, or unduly melodramatic, to say that the seeds of the dissolution of my fourth life period were sown on that day. Andrew was a grasp operator. I have to give to him that. In studying my account of the day, one could be inclined to ask how it was that Andrew knew that Joey, together with Jason, could be coming my approach. He had to have recognized that to put his lure into motion. Either he encountered them when they had been heading toward my place, requested them where they have been going, then said, "See ya," to them after which sped as quick as he could on his bicycle to my place; or he overheard them talking about going to see me, them not seeing him doing so, and then decided to hurry to my place to be there before them. It was not my impression that that they had seen Andrew earlier, but they might have. Either means, Andrew should have thought quick to "cook up" his scheme. Or perhaps, just perhaps, he had been planning it for some time and was ready for the appropriate second, the right circumstances. I can image him going to Joey's front door, listening to Joey and Jason in Joey's backyard speaking about going to see Kevin for monetary backing for their mission, and then slyly sneaking back to his bicycle before Joey and Jason could see him, the wheels in his head very much turning as he bicycled out of Joey's driveway and down the street within the path of my place. It is feasible that Joey and Jason saw him on his bicycle dashing down the road within the direction of Kevin's place. Which, along with seeing Andrew's bicycle in my driveway, indicated to Joey that Andrew was with me. Andrew spun his yarn about wanting to hide from Joey, and the remaining is my lamented historical past. Oh, there may be little question now in my thoughts how knowledgeable that Andrew was at creating division through the telling of half-truths, omitting certain information that do not go together with an agenda of "breaking up" two pals. Like our hiding from Joey being his idea, not mine. And even cleverer, pre-meditated sabotage of good relations. There are people on this planet who thrive on what is often branded as disturbing of fecal matter (I cannot use the s-phrase typically colloquially used in the branding). I've recognized all to a lot of such folks. Individuals who remoselessly generate suspicion, enmity, ill-will between two buddies, and revenue from doing so in securing the highest esteem of the one person of the divided duo with whom shut rapport is desired. Andrew wished best friendship with Joey. I used to be in the best way. I used to be an impediment. I needed to be removed. It is clear as mud to me now. And Andrew "got" what he wished. Joey favouring him over me. From then onward. For all of my faults, for all of the flawed that I've performed, one thing that I can say about myself, one good factor, is that "breaking up" pairs of people by means of outright lies or statements of kernels of truth being wilfully distorted, twisted, or certain details being cleverly omitted, or pre-meditated deception adopted by selective "blabbing", is just not my modus operandi. I believe that I can safely say that I have never completed it. The thought of doing it didn't happen to me. There could have been clear potential benefit in doing it, however I guess that my thoughts was not devious sufficient to concoct a scheme for causing division in two people after which "cosying up" to the particular person with whom I wished to have closer relations. I've been victimised by it many a time, to make certain, but by no means did do it to others. That is one virtue that I have. Maybe the only one. After all, I might be so naive that I would fail to note it being finished to me, and was unaware for quite a while of its power as a weapon, a weapon that could be used in opposition to people who have been keeping me from having a closeness with someone that I wished to have. As I say, I didn't detect for a long, long time, the hand of Andrew in the diminishment of my rapport with Joey in September, 1983. If I had a mind to do it, I might have retaliated and used one thing, or "made up" something, to trigger a cut up between Joey and Andrew. But I did not. Even if the thought would have occurred to me, I doubt that I might have accomplished it. If my sense of proper and mistaken, such as it was, weren't adequate to cease me, I'd have been wary of being "came upon" as the person of nefarious deed. I might have been denounced for that, most undoubtedly. Also, the guilt in my conscience would have been intense, I count on. Perhaps too much to bear. I could be having bodily manifestations of such guilt. As I had in 1991 with regard to my faux-pas with Dean. If I have been cunning enough to do it without being "found out" because the dastardly amount and denounced by the folks whom I was seeking to divide (and I'm simply not that cunning), and have been ready to learn from it, pangs of conscience would have me in a downward spiral of emotional distress. Some folks don't have such conscience, though. I suggest now to ruminate some on the Golden Rule. On September 3, I mentioned this: "Go to hell, sir. Go to hell for violating the Golden Rule. When you've gotten a style of your individual medication, a 'hatchet job' upon your favourite season of Space: 1999, how do you're feeling? Gratified? I doubt that." I can anticipate the condemnations of hypocrisy on my part, from individuals who decide my Season 1 Space: 1999 "nits" column in 1995 to have been a case of me not doing unto others as I want to be done-unto. I do not deny that that particular column was a mistake. I've mentioned so. Not again in 1995 when my malefactor in Calgary was searching for my disrepute and my ostracisation whereas he, in his narcissist's perfection, sat in his ivory tower. Never, ever admit fault when somebody like that's imperiously wielding the sword of denunciation over one's head. But I do now acknowledge it being a mistake. An comprehensible mistake. A provoked mistake. It was by no means a preemptive strike. The preemptive strikes had been launched once more, once more, and once more by the detractors of "Year 2" and were changing into increasingly frequent, more and more bellicose, more and more galling, earlier than I threw the Golden Rule aside. Those folks did want some taste of their very own drugs. And when they had it, did they like it? In fact not. So, they were not doing unto me as they wished to have been achieved-unto. They have been in violation of the Golden Rule before I was. Indeed, I joined Space: 1999 fandom in 1984 bearing no hostility, no potential Golden Rule violation, to anyone. My Golden Rule violations came after these of other fans. After. I do know that Jesus mentioned to at all times flip the other cheek and never interact in battle with those who violate the Golden Rule. Do not retaliate. But, then, if there is no counter-transfer, then the individuals proclaiming my favourite entertainments to be wretched, have "received the day", and all subsequent days. They usually gained both approach, I know. Whether I contested them or not. What did I acquire, then? Nothing? No. Not nothing. I gained the peace of thoughts in knowing that I tried. I tried to foster a extra open-minded frame of thoughts on the matter of Season 2. It could have been worse for me mentally if I had "copped out" and made no effort at all. After all, it might have been better for me to not ever have been privy to the bellowing of the followers of Space: 1999 towards every thing made at Pinewood Studios' L and M Stages in 1976. I would have had even higher peace of mind had this been the case. Golden Rule violations are a sin. They are evil. Yes, I've carried out evil in my Golden Rule violations. But absolutely it is more evil to not acknowledge Golden Rule violations and to "double down" on them. Or for people in a gaggle to have a good time and "circle-jerk" each other for doing them. Non-stop. Every single day. Oh, the refrain is that they are simply saying the truth, and they'll declare as delusional anybody who is in disagreement with their proudly-adhered-to forty-six-year-old blinkeredness. Are there entertainments that I dislike? Sure there are. But I'm not typewriting my dislike of them three-hundred-and-sixty-5 days yearly, and "like-clicking" all others who do. And I am willing to be persuaded that there is benefit in what I don't like- provided that what others like shouldn't be preemptively used as an object of strike at something that I like. Space: 1999 followers do this. Bob Clampett followers do this (and are doing so now within the Blu-Ray.com Forum's dialogue on LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice). Others do that. People who dislike Ralph Bakshi's Spiderman episodes do it. I might persist all day as we speak with this particular subject. But my "level" has been made. I believe, satisfactorily. It has doubtless occurred to my readers that the fellow in Calgary is a type of fecal matter disturbers. He did quite "a quantity" on the connection between the Reginan and i. And who knows who else? After i criticise him in response to this and his actions with regard to me normally, am I attempting to disturb fecal matter? No. Just making an attempt to show that he is just not the paragon of perfection and righteousness as he purports himself to be. That certainly he warrants criticism greater than I do, as a result of he selected to place himself in the highest place of a fan membership and to denounce a rank-and-file member who objected to the plain enmity for the second season on the e-newsletter pages and, as my stick with him clearly showed, in the management of the club. Clearly, appreciators of Season 2 who want not to be belittled, provoked, and/or "gaslit", do not belong within the club. And i left. I was going to be "cancelled", and that i forestalled that, by exiting first. One would possibly say that I nonetheless was "cancelled" in absentia. Fair sufficient. But I did not give to anybody the satisfaction of realizing that I used to be studying the denouncements and "caving" to them and grovellingly agreeing to be the "village idiot" henceforth. No. I have enough dignity not to provide to anybody that. And, but, I am allowing the Calgarian, the Reginan, and others of the Alpha League membership to dwell rent-free in my thoughts for the rest of my life? If they're, then they don't dominate my on a regular basis ideas. I undergo many days, most days, without pondering of them. And they have not crushed my love for Space: 1999. Though there are occasions when I am undecided of that. I see that the individuals on the Roobarb Forum are planning to recognise the fiftieth anniversary of Space: 1999 by reviewing all forty-eight episodes. Oh. pricey lord. Give to me the strength to avert my gaze, to stay away, far away, from the particular dialogue "thread" at said Roobarb Forum. All for in the present day. Sunday, September 17, 2023. There was heavy rain and brisk winds yesterday in New Brunswick as Hurricane Lee handed over Canada's eastern Maritimes. Power in my area had 4 momentary "wink-outs" within the morning. Fortunately, no extended outage of energy. In a lull in the rain and wind, I was capable of go outside for a late afternoon stroll. I chose not to attempt any work on my Website yesterday, in case energy was lost before I may save whatever it was that I may need been doing. Today, nonetheless, I do have some Weblog entry-writing to do. Since my increasing of the CBC broadcast history part of The Space: 1999 Page, traffic at that and at this Weblog has elevated considerably. They are actually my two most regularly accessed Web pages. People are looking at them. And i positively really feel motivated to do more with them. But the motivation can be in me, regardless, as once I undertake to create or develop a venture, I'm not happy if, for no matter cause, I need to stop earlier than finishing what I "set out" to do. I strive always to be thorough. In 1970s Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec, there was a tv station title of CKRN, that was an affiliate of the Radio-Canada television network. Unsatisfied as I therefore am with my broadcast histories for both Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour as they at the moment stand, I have used two Internet search engines in an intensive seek for archives of newspapers that may forged light upon the broadcasting information that I seek for CBC Television associates in Medicine Hat and Lethbridge, plus some others, others of whose existence I've this previous week discovered, they being CFTK- Terrace, British Columbia, CJDC- Dawson Creek, British Columbia, and CHBC- Kelowna, British Columbia. And I've additionally turn out to be aware of the existence of CKRN- Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec, an affiliate of Radio-Canada. So as to have a fully full Space: 1999 or The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour broadcast historical past for British Columbia and Alberta, or a totally comprehensive Cosmos 1999 broadcast history for Quebec, I want information on broadcasts of the two, or rather three, tv programmes on these tv channels. I "came up empty" in almost every search. I was able to find a few problems with The Val d'Or Star for 1979, whereby there are to be found listings for CKRN. From those listings, I realized that CKRN had no interest in Cosmos 1999 and a disseminating of it to folks of Quebec's northwest and the Timmins region of northeastern Ontario. Not less than not in winter, spring, and summer in 1979. CKRN didn't align with the Monday evening Radio-Canada airings of Cosmos 1999 and didn't go for videotape-delay of the odyssey of Moonbase Alpha. Nowhere on the CKRN schedule in 1979's first eight to nine months may Cosmos 1999 be found. At 7 P.M. on Mondays, as a substitute of Cosmos 1999, CKRN was exhibiting La petite maison dans la prairie. Little House On the Prairie in French. Oh, am I grateful to not have had to live in or near Rouyn-Noranda! That will have stung most piercingly, most acutely. It would have been galling within the extreme. Not with the ability to see Cosmos 1999 as a result of the Radio-Canada broadcaster in my part of the world favoured the Ingalls household. For me, Little House On the Prairie was the anti-Space: 1999. It was quite unspectacular, set in quaint surroundings on previous Earth, on the American frontier. It was not about grown males in spaceships going to implausible alien worlds; it offered little girls running around fields on prairie flatlands. It was set in a time when modern expertise was virtually non-existent. It was a tv present for women and women desiring down-to-Earth emotional domestic family conditions, not fanciful boys of the widest range of imagination, and males who retained a broad scope of appreciated speculative fiction. Boys and males who weren't "moved" by multitudinous showings of familial emotion. My mom liked it and would watch it, and I'd sometimes watch it with her, typically feeling like I used to be sullying myself in doing so. Michael Landon was effervescent and likeable in Bonanza, however in Little House On the Prairie, he was doleful, quiet, and "off-placing". Many of the episodes had been like a train wreck that I couldn't look away from, much although I wanted to, because it was illness, fire, or whatever other misfortune, for Charles Ingalls, his spouse, and ladies, melodramatically played to the hilt by the ensemble forged of actors and actresses. Even those individuals who wish to lambaste Season 2 Space: 1999 as being melodramatic, should admit that Little House On the Prairie was the epitome of melodrama in prime-time sequence tv. It lacked the testosterone-powered man-versus-man gunslinging pleasure of the pulp Western of which Bonanza was one. It was a household (i.e. husband, wife, daughters) melodrama set on the fringe of, if not completely exterior of, the reaches of the Western genre. Oh, sure, there have been occasional illnesses and fires in Space: 1999 and numerous different science fiction/fantasy opuses of the 1960s and 1970s, but the impacts of them did not linger in full sight of viewer in all subsequent episodes. And thank goodness the viewer in those instances was not compelled to hear a catatonic Mary humming "Rock-a-Bye, Baby" over the course of of a two-parter. I'm nonetheless traumatised by that. Oh, how I would have suffered figuring out that I used to be lacking Cosmos 1999 on its return to the tv airwaves of Radio-Canada, on account of the CKRN programme supervisor having a "thing" for "Little House..."! Week after week. For the entire nine months that Cosmos 1999 graced Radio-Canada's Monday evening line-up. I do not know what CKRN did with the Wednesday airings of Cosmos 1999 post-September, 1979. It is likely that the programme manager would have eschewed it then, also. I can not imagine a tv collection I might much less wish to see supplanting Space: 1999 or its French-language iteration. Not even The Dukes of Hazzard, my having expressed hating that as I have. No. CKRN does reasonably "take the cake", I might say, relating to doing the worst for followers of the runaway Moon on television screens of planet Earth. And I'm afraid that that is to be the limit of my data of broadcasts of Space: 1999 and Cosmos 1999 in Canada outside of my broadcast histories for those at the moment on my Web web page for Space: 1999. More to my liking, from a number of early 1970s problems with The Val d'Or Star, I have discovered that people of the Rouyn-Noranda and Timmins a part of the world, did see the CBC Television showings of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Not less than the imagination and the otherworldliness in that, was not anathema to the people answerable for deciding on television programming for the nice individuals of the Timmins and Rouyn-Noranda region. Alas, I have nothing approximating a full broadcast history for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on Timmins CBC Television affiliate, CFCL. The Bugs Bunny and Marvin Martian cartoon, "Mad as a Mars Hare", pictured here, has been declared a cartoon of no possible interest to anybody, a cartoon whereby completely nothing happens. I select to answer and to contest such criticism. While I'm as regards to otherworldliness in Warner Brothers cartoons, I propose to respond to some criticism that I have come upon, of the Bugs Bunny and Marvin Martian cartoon, "Mad as a Mars Hare". It was however one paragraph in length but made essentially the most use of the phrases that it did utilise, to declare "Mad as a Mars Hare" as a cartoon of no possible interest to anybody. A cartoon whereby completely nothing occurs, allegedly. The worst Marvin Martian cartoon by a billion trillion parsecs. This is alleged beneath an image from the cartoon, a picture of the Neanderthal Rabbit Bugs about to crush Marvin with one hand. So, nothing occurs, eh? Does Marvin turning Bugs right into a Neanderthal Rabbit not count as one thing happening? Does Bugs earlier by chance disintegrating Marvin constitute a non-event? I adore it when Marvin says, "Being disintegrated makes me very indignant. Very angry, indeed." Just the best way that he says it. Especially the, "Being disintegrated..." half. I will admit that "Mad as a Mars Hare" is not as action-packed as "The Hasty Hare". There isn't a lengthy chase scene as there's in "Hare-Method to the Stars". Bugs does spend a lot of the time talking and gazing upon an un-Earthly atmosphere. He does that, additionally, in "Haredevil Hare". But in contrast to the rather dull Lunar floor in "Haredevil Hare", we are treated to the lands and sky of Mars as envisioned by Chuck Jones and his workforce of their most devoutly visually expressive era. In "Mad as a Mars Hare", we finally see the Martian floor, the floor of Marvin's house world. Very bleak and uninviting. Daunting, even for our heroic bunny, who is reluctant to set rabbit's foot upon it and must be lured out of his rocket by the chief focus of his baser intuition, the carrot. Bugs says that Mars makes Siberia appear to be Miami Beach. It's, I believe, one of the vital salient nods to the otherworldly in the entire Warner Brothers cartoons. And the sublime art design of the devoid-of-vegetation red soil, the green, grotesque mountains in the gap, and Marvin's intensely prolongated telescopic apparatus, is mixed with music that is ominous and austere. I remember on my first viewing of "Mad as a Mars Hare" feeling uneasy, disconcerted, by the cartoon from its first scene to the scary end, with Bugs turned right into a monster. And at the same time captivated. By the Martian scenery. By the look of the rocket, particularly its lower exterior proven parked on the planet's sand. The dimensions of the rocket was impressive within the film frame. The look of the cartoon should be impeccable. And the sound is not any slouch either. One in every of Bill Lava's better musical scores. And "Mad as a Mars Hare" hearkens again to "Hyde and Hare" in having Bugs metamorphosed into a horrible factor at cartoon's end. And in addition in invoking symbolism of the carrot, what Bugs' baser instincts do crave, sometimes very a lot to his detriment. There may be an admirable chunk of characterisation for Bugs in "Mad as a Mars Hare", one which adds credence to my study of "Hyde and Hare" and the position of the carrot in that. Indeed, the carrot in "Mad as a Mars Hare" splits open to reveal a flag saying "Earth", consolidating my contention that the carrot represents Bugs' mother world, the world to which Dr. Jekyll is thought to say that man's primitive half has a dim, animal connection. I like very much the title of "Mad as a Mars Hare". It's a play on the expression, "Mad as a March hare." Mars is the phrase in French for March, a reality of which I am sure that Jones was cognizant, his Pepe Le Pew cartoons demonstrating his awareness of the French language. Not only this. The actor who performed Jekyll and Hyde in the most famous film of the Stevenson "bogey tale", was Fredric March. I'm not certain that the last of those was a aware reference by Jones. Whether it is or not, should be of no consequence. It is there. "Mad as a Mars Hare" recalls "Hyde and Hare". How very apt that it has in its title a hint of a recurrence of the Jekyll-and-Hyde trope. Bugs turns monstrous as he does within the Freleng-directed encounter of Bugs with Dr. Jekyll. The carrot in that may be very problematic for Bugs, as it also is in "Mad as a Mars Hare". It pulls Bugs right into a scenario that ends with a transformation into an embodiment of baser nature. I like it when there are creative correspondences between cartoons or episodes of tv shows. Of course, as I'm all too acutely conscious, this is lost on all too many people who find themselves professed followers of the cartoons or television exhibits. But I'll finish my defence right here on this notice. "Mad as a Mars Hare" warrants aesthetic attention by the really severe-minded Warner Brothers cartoon aficionado, opposite to a selected critic. The Doctor WHO- The collection- SEASON 20 Blu-Ray box set is being released this coming Monday. There is no such thing as a indication that it's being made prepared as yet, to ship to me. It appears like ages since I final bought a Blu-Ray. I feel that LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 1 again in May, was my last Blu-Ray buy. I desperately want some cheering-up and hope with all hope that the new Doctor Who Blu-Ray set will give to me that. However, I am very pessimistic, "black-pilled", because it were, about the way forward for property ownership for center class persons akin to I. I can not deny that it seems like who must be the avowed nemeses of each decent center-class man, woman, and little one in Canada, are now "going for it", the "brass ring" of unlimited management and political energy. The technocratic tyranny that many a "conspiracy theorist" did say was coming. Yes, certainly, the prediction of a certain "conspiracy theorist" of in poor health repute, that the powers-that-be have been going to thrust us all back into the COVID-19 nightmare, is now being proved to be fairly correct. Right down to its timing of mid-September. The same "conspiracy theorist" contends that digital identifications, digital currencies, "social credit score scores", elimination of meat from the food plan, forced "jabs" causing deaths of tens of millions, are all coming later this decade. Possibly as early as subsequent 12 months. Every time that he is proved proper, the extra credibility that his other prognostications do have. I cannot pretend that life goes back to pre-2020 regular. That I will probably be allowed to live as I always did, accumulating my favourite entertainments, having a website, consuming my favorite foods, and never dwelling in fixed fear of my government deciding to "off" me. Increasingly more people want the "purple pill" for there to be effective resistance. And that i just do not see that occurring. Not in Canada. And no matter how high in the political polls that the Conservative Party could also be, I do know, I just know, that the Liberals intend to stay in power completely and have methods up their proverbial sleeves for staying on the levers of authorities whilst Canada "morphs" fully into the form of non-individualistic society that exists in Communist China and which the W.E.F. wants for the world. I feel that J.T. intends to use COVID-19 as his ticket to being leader-for-life of a rustic that may make Stalin blush. Somehow, the subsequent election will stay in his favour. I would not be shocked if there may be, along with the present-that-keeps-on-giving-to-J.T. COVID-19, another Robert Ringma within the Liberals' sights, ready to spring upon the Conservative campaign on the most important moment. Who may ever overlook Robert Ringma of 2004? I've zero doubt that the Liberals have somebody like that up their sleeve. To make use of him or her if it seems like they're going to lose. Use it at the best possible time. A day or two before election day. It's what they do. After all, blackface was not sufficient to sink the Liberals. Even with it changing into recognized within the midst of an election campaign that was for the Conservatives to lose. Always remember that the news media are the Liberals' best asset. They may at all times attack J.T.'s opponents, and "run cowl" for him if he's in scandal. But even if the Conservatives win, I am not sure that there's anything that they will do to stop Canada's finish. Assuming of course that they'll do anything at all. I am trying forward to Doctor WHO- The collection- SEASON 20. If solely I can put my "black-pilled" forebodings out of my mind. I have good news, for a change, to start out right this moment's Weblog entry. Excellent news of which I used to be in desperate want. Volume 2 of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice has been announced for November 28! November 28, 2023! Twenty-five cartoons can be on the Blu-Ray disc this time. No announcement as yet as to what the cartoons might be. But if just half of the twenty-five are publish-1948, and all of them not "double-dips", "triple-dips", and so forth., I will probably be blissful. The characters on the entrance cowl are Sylvester, Tweety, Bugs, Foghorn Leghorn, Porky, Daffy, Wile E. Coyote, Road Runner, and Elmer. The characters shown on the entrance cowl could provide a sign as to what cartoons are on the Blu-Ray disc, as had been the case with the primary volume. I count on that one will know earlier than very lengthy what the Blu-Ray's contents are. I'll report and comment additional as more information emerges. Not only this, however George Feltenstein has stated that there are plans to go to four volumes, the fourth being made obtainable in 2024. This depends, of course, on sales for the second volume this year, and the third quantity subsequent year. I dare not jinx myself by speculating as to the cartoons chosen for release this time. Or raising hopes inside myself as regards specific cartoons that I have long sought on DVD or Blu-Ray. Here is the entrance cowl to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2. Moving onward to a different topic, I suggest to address my writings of my last Weblog entry. Having mentioned that Little House On the Prairie was of enchantment to girls and ladies desiring emotional home household conditions, I feel that I ought to give qualification to that statement. And also to my statement about Space: 1999 extra prone to be of interest to imaginative boys and men. I do not intend to amend earlier statements about Space: 1999 being entertainment for families. Little House On the Prairie was so, also. Families watched both television exhibits in their residing rooms. Husbands, wives, sons, daughters. I am not denying that. Nor do I deny the existence of feminine fans of Space: 1999. I have recognized some. They definitely exist. And male fans of Little House On the Prairie exist, additionally, I have little question- although I haven't recognized one, personally. However, my belief, my contention, is that the primary meant audience for Little House On the Prairie was female. The protagonist of the television sequence is a woman who grows right into a woman. Melissa Gilbert's Laura character. The books from which Little House On the Prairie did spring, have been authored by a girl, Laura Ingalls Wilder. And I'd anticipate that the overwhelming majority of the readers of those books were women. They had been marketed to girls, I really feel certain. The top credit of every episode were mated with visuals of little Laura shambling down a grassy hill, demonstrating that Laura was the character round whom the television sequence was oriented. And indeed, among the folks I knew in the course of the heyday, because it had been, of Little House On the Prairie, the people, the only folks, I knew to talk in any respect appreciatively of "Little House...", were female, and i imagine that it is honest to assume that to be consultant of the population as an entire. But households watched it collectively, I am certain. It was slotted right into a family viewing hour on NBC in the U.S. and on television stations in Canada. Indeed, it was. Images of covers to assorted issues of Starlog magazine. Mostly of 1970s issues of the journal. The letters part of Starlog in these times, was indicative of a predominantly male following of 1970s works of science fiction/fantasy. The fan following for Space: 1999 and most different works of science fiction/fantasy of the 1970s, was predominantly male. I cannot see how such will be denied. One want only look on the letters part of Starlog journal back then, to see verifiable proof of it. And even immediately, the membership of the Roobarb Forum, targeted as it is upon incredible opuses of the imagination, is largely male. Females exist in fan movements for Space: 1999, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Star Wars, and so forth.. Yes, they do. But is it the hardware, the building designs, the hand-held instruments, the episode or film concepts, the iconography, that appeal to the women and girls, or is it the characters and romantic connections between the characters, and the intercourse enchantment of the male main character or characters? I had greatest exercise the higher part of valour and depart this question rhetorical. I'll say that ladies who do speak to me of getting, or having had, an appreciation for, say, Battlestar Galactica, Man From Atlantis, and Doctor Who (twenty-first century Doctor Who), have stated, in first reference to no matter a kind of television programmes is being talked-about, that they fancied the actors for his or her appears, and/or the "will-they-or-will not-they?" features of the storytelling. But I do know that these are anecdotal. I do not discuss with very many individuals now, and have not for a while, and positively not a copious variety of female followers of a work of imagination. Back in Little House On the Prairie's day, I was privy to a far bigger pool of viewer opinion. At faculties. But by and huge, though, the individuals within the fan followings of incredible entertainment, who're most conversant within the ideas facet of the imaginative opuses, and the nuances and meanings of the ideas, are male. From what I have seen and heard. And I've lived a very long time and been cognizant of fan discussions for no small share of the time that I've lived. I imply no offence to the ladies in my readership. I'm only stating what I do know from my experience. And that i do acknowledge, so as to be in full assurance to my readers that I'm an affordable individual, that nothing referring to the human situation on this planet is absolute. There will always be exceptions, notable exceptions, to any statement about people. But stating a difference in the primary supposed audience for Little House On the Prairie and Space: 1999 need not detract from my contention that Space: 1999 was offered as family entertainment. Not children's entertainment. Not grownup-solely leisure. Family leisure. I should add that no matter my personal opinion on Little House On the Prairie could have been again when I was a teenager, and no matter it still could also be now, Little House On the Prairie was clearly a healthful family tv show. Melodramatic, sure. But healthful. Nobody swore. There was no express intercourse. Traditional family values have been very a lot in proof. And Little House On the Prairie was arguably a Christian tv present. The Bible was cited many instances. Religious folks might advocate Little House On the Prairie to their offspring. And that i need to say that there is a necessity, a determined need, for leisure of such a kind immediately. And there is a necessity, also, for a tv present of imaginative scope equivalent with that of Space: 1999, to counter the all-too-narrowed perspective of Earthlings at present. Amazon.co.uk has notified me that Doctor WHO- The collection- SEASON 20 is now coming my way. It was dispatched on Sunday. I should have it by early next week. All for right now, Tuesday, September 19, 2023. Friday, September 22, 2023. A protracted, gruelling week at my job. Mostly due to the fact that the ordeal of going to work within the mornings drains me of psychological power earlier than the my day's lengthy work shift even begins. These past two days, I've left residence for work almost a half hour earlier than normal, hoping to keep away from the bottlenecked and glacial visitors. And yet, somewhere in the town core, no matter what the hour, there are locations of congested, slow-shifting traffic. All on account of a city government that thinks nothing of scheduling building at key areas within the arteries of traffic all at the same time. Construction projects that even after a full summer time of their being in situ, nonetheless are removed from completion. But Fredericton city site visitors would be the least of my issues if the powers-that-be really do go ahead and reinstate all the COVID "stuff". Right all the way down to the hate-the-"not-jabbed" and shall-we-jail-the-"not-jabbed? abominations of 2021 and early 2022. I am nonetheless anxiously watching the mendacity information media to attempt to ascertain what is afoot for the months to come. Will the powers-that-be show the "conspiracy theorist" proper as to their intentions? Will they care that they are giving credence to the "conspiracy theorist? Is "memory-holing" him and his prognostications, going to be finished? No extra of the politics in the present day. I've news. News that can be of curiosity to persons enthusiastic about broadcast histories for Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. I've found an archive of problems with The Kelowna Daily Courier and, with it, have now broadcast histories for the 2 aforementioned tv sequence, for CBC-affiliated CHBC- Kelowna, British Columbia. They'll now be discovered within the British Columbia sections of my CBC broadcast histories of both of same television sequence, on the Space: 1999 Page and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page. I need to add a caveat. The television listings in the Kelowna Daily Courier were not constantly included within the archived issues of that newspaper. And on some Saturdays, no archived subject in any respect. On Saturdays when I used to be with none listings from which to drag data, I had to go together with likelihood as to whether or not there was no preemption by CHBC and airtimes matched these of CBUT and the opposite British Columbia broadcasters of CBC Television signal. From what I've seen, CHBC was a more dependable supply for CBC broadcasts of Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour then the other non-CBC-owned-and-operated CBC Television stations in British Columbia. Fewer preemptions of the CBC Television community broadcasts. And with additional research at the moment, I have discovered Medicine Hat News whereby there are tv listings, and in them, schedules for CBC affiliate CHAT- Medicine Hat for all the years between 1969 and 1978, the years of curiosity to me as regards CBC Television showings of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Space: 1999 across the Canadian landmass. There are also 1969-seventy five listings for Lethbridge's CISA, which, until 1975, was CBC-affiliated. I'm now engaged on adding CHAT to the Alberta CBC broadcast history of Space: 1999, and CHAT and CISA to the Alberta CBC broadcast historical past of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Five pictures of the Space: 1999 second season episode, "The Immunity Syndrome". Do the photographs right here of dwell-action violence, violent live-motion death, a bloody cadaver being examined, a mentally broken, insane man with a gun set to kill, and men falling useless from poisoning, indicate that the second season of Space: 1999 belongs on Saturday morning? On Saturday morning amidst Scooby-Doo, Jabberjaw, Clue Club, and The brand new Zoo Revue? On Saturday morning with the likes of Circle Square, Funtown, and Let's Go (Canadian youngsters's tv shows, all, on numerous Canadian tv networks)? Was there in Canada any broadcasts of second season Space: 1999 on Saturday morning throughout the complete CBC Television community's broadcast of the Space: 1999 television sequence? I have not stopped searching for newspapers listing telecast schedules for the other CBC Television associates in British Columbia and different western Canadian provinces, and Radio-Canada associates in Quebec. The analysis work is still in progress. I haven't "given up". Indeed, with regards to Space: 1999 and the CBC airings of Season 2 thereof, I am a man on a mission. I want to put something to rest conclusively, with full authority from a totally researched and thorough knowledge of every single transmission of Space: 1999 in Canada, from the CBC-owned-and-operated broadcasters to the privately owned, CBC-affiliated television stations in all the much less metropolitan corners of the good White North. I would like to place to relaxation the notion that in Canada, Season 2 Space: 1999 was a Saturday morning attraction in its first run, and first rerun. Airing within the "kiddie slots". I've already determined that each CBC-owned-and-operated tv station and a lot of the privately owned CBC-affiliated television stations, aired second season Space: 1999 in the afternoon or early evening. All episodes, first run and in first rerun. But as long as there is a possibility, a remote one, of a CBC-affiliated television station videotape-delaying even one Season 2 episode of Space: 1999 to Saturday morning, I can't quash the notion of Space: 1999- Season 2 airing on Saturday morning in Canada as the lie that I judge it to be. After all, even when a single obscure CBC Television affiliate in one of the less travelled components of the country did videotape-delay Space: 1999- Season 2 to Saturday morning, it might nonetheless not be strictly accurate to state that Season 2 aired in Canada on Saturday morning. It will only have done so in a single explicit part of the country. Not within the country as a whole. Not by a protracted chalk. My "intestine" tells me that nowhere in Canada did second season Space: 1999 have a Saturday A.M. telecast in the full CBC Television network run. Likewise Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada's 1975, 1976, 1977, 1979, and 1980 provision of the television programme. Probability tells me so, too. But I want certainty before I conclusively reject the thought as a falsehood, a wilful lie. It is in my view a wilful lie. Any fan who watched Space: 1999, or Cosmos 1999, in Canada back in the heyday of the spectacular area opus of Gerry Anderson Productions, ought to have a dependable reminiscence of seeing Season 2 in the afternoon or evening all through the distribution on tv airwaves of second season Space: 1999 and its French-language rendition, throughout Canada. And them having that reminiscence means that their saying something to the impact of the second season episodes of Moonbase Alpha's odyssey having a Saturday morning airtime, just isn't honest. And if a person has no dependable reminiscence, analysis would not come amiss earlier than making any assertions. If they lack confirmation but make assertions nonetheless, these assertions have to be considered at greatest ignorant. At finest. And at worst, outright wilful deception, for the purpose of disparaging second season as per routine procedure for a selected group of obnoxious people. And has in its telling a want to be given approval by "the herd" for being oh, so apparently definitive in "pigeon-holing" second season because the fare of the "kiddies". Many Space: 1999 fans in Canada remember their following of their favourite tv sequence, even the season of it that they like least, in the initial runs of it on tv. Yet, none of them, not a one, came forth to at the very least ask if the person stating the Canada Saturday morning airtime for Season 2, is sure of what she or he is saying. Nothing is said in any respect as to the individual's assertion being contrary to remembered airtimes. So, she or he "gets away" with it. As the collective purports as truth the assertion that in Canada, by omission of any qualification, all of Canada, Season 2 was broadcast on Saturday morning, is subsequently "child stuff", admirers of it being childish, or mentally deficient, and unworthy of any credence as an appreciator of the "finer factors" of the tv present, Space: 1999. It's a lie. I'm decided to prove this beyond any risk of refutation. Onto a unique subject. One that I don't imagine that I've ever talked about in my Weblog, although I do make reference to it in my autobiography. The "dream season" of Dallas. My Web page on Dallas' 1985-6 "dream season" is receiving a really large quantity of visits of late. It's topping or near topping the checklist of accessed Web pages at my Website on many a day lately. One in every of my lesser efforts on my Website, my Web web page for Dallas 1985-6 is. I wrote it as a lark, as I remember, in 1997 after watching the whole of Season 8 (DVD Season 9) of the saga of the Ewings of Texas, within the summer time of that yr. And but, it's one of my most visited Web pages. I would guess that there remains to be, at the moment, fairly a big fan base for Dallas. And in addition that perhaps Dallas is enjoying a run on tv someplace. I read a comment not too long ago in regards to the controversial opting to "toss away" Season eight Dallas and the vehicular murder of Bobby Ewing ending the previous Dallas season, as a Pam Ewing dream. An individual stated that possibly Dallas's timeline in some way encountered a Marvel Cinematic Universe branching in the movement of space-time, yielding two separate sequences of events, that branching surrounding Katherine Wentworth's determination to commit vehicular murder within the driveway of Pam Ewing. In certainly one of the two separated timelines, everything transpires as it does in the Season 7 finale and in Season 8 until the cutaway from an explosion at Ewing Oil constructing to Pam waking in her bed. And then continues indefinitely after the explosion. The timeline of Dallas' sister tv sequence, Knots Landing, has Bobby useless from 1985 all through to its final episode in 1993. That may be a discrete circulation of time in which Season 8 Dallas and no matter temporally follows it from the revenge of Angelica Nero towards J.R. Ewing, Pam's marriage to Mark Graison, etc., proceeds ahead. Sensible? I would say so. Bobby's murder by Katherine was not negated in Knots Landing. It's part of a timeline that's as genuine as the one which the producers of Dallas opted to go together with from September of 1986 via to May, 1991, the one by which Bobby was not killed. Presumably, in the latter timeline, Pam had a subconscious foreboding that Katherine might be lurking and desires an extrapolation of that, Katherine killing Bobby by hitting him along with her car. She might also have suspected in her subconscious that Mark Graison is certainly nonetheless alive and may return to her life, and desires that. The Mark Graison within the Bobby-lives, post-dream timeline may resolve to stay out of Pam's life after studying that she and Bobby will likely be remarrying. And the Katherine of the Bobby-lives timeline presumably abandons her plan to commit vehicular murder and leaves Pam's place earlier than Pam and Bobby step outdoors. So, the dreaming Pam may have correctly envisaged some, not necessarily all, of the identical events of Season 8. Maybe only her reuniting with and marrying Mark and one thing to do with Sue Ellen. Because along with Katherine killing Bobby, all that Pam talked about about her dream was marrying Mark and one thing involving Sue Ellen. She doesn't mention Sue Ellen and Jamie being the victims of bomb explosions, which was what happened in the Season eight finale earlier than Pam was proven awakening. Surely, if Pam dreamed the explosions, she must awaken with those events of the dream most latest and most clear in her reminiscence. Pam may solely have dreamt of Sue Ellen having her ordeal with drinking alcohol to excess and going via detoxification after which regaining her sobriety. We are able to reject the concept that Pam knew of the existence of Angelica Nero and the Marinos Shipping gambit, the Ben Stivers character, Ray and Donna adopting Tony, and most of the opposite phenomena of the timeline in which all the things in Season eight truly occurred. She might have been aware of Sue Ellen's alcoholism relapse and its causes before the divergence in time, and her subconscious extrapolated Sue Ellen's ordeal transpiring much like it did on the Season 8-actually-happened timeline. In fact the Sue Ellen in the timeline post-September, 1986 didn't lapse into being a back-alley "boozer", as circumstances led her into a distinct course. And it is feasible that Pam dreamed a completely totally different sequence of events for Sue Ellen. Who is aware of? Both timelines have validity. And one can think about what occurred after the bombings within the timeline of Season 8. I prefer it. I desire it to my explanation supplied on my Web web page for Dallas' "dream season". No additional news as yet about LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2. Sunday, September 24, 2023. It is my late father's birthday at this time. If he were nonetheless alive right this moment, he can be ninety-five years-outdated. I can not say that my day right now is beginning on a nice observe. So, what is unpleasant for me at this time? Is it information of another "jab" mandate? Or the cartoons on LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 being revealed as nothing but pre-1948s? Or was I so imprudent as to gaze upon hate-crammed sorties of the Space: 1999 second season revilers on Facebook this sunny September Sunday? Answer the third of those? B-b-b-b-bingo! As Guardians of the Galaxy's Star Lord would say. There's a jackass (and i don't have any hesitation in utilizing that phrase) on the publicly seen Space: 1999 Facebook group now lobbing quick-sentence-long denunciations of second season into the group to, all too predictably, stir the nest of vipers into venom-spitting "pile-ons" in opposition to something and the whole lot to do with Season 2. And so the assailing of Season 2 Space: 1999 is unleashed afresh upon the world by the oh, so enlightened and exceedingly mature and sophisticated ones. And there isn't any concern, after all, about the emotions of individuals for whom Season 2 was a cherished part of a happy time in childhood and unto whom Season 2 has introduced a lot imagination-stretching aesthetic stimulation. After forty-six years, the detractors of the latter twenty-4 episodes of Space: 1999 are as "stroppy", as obnoxious, as ever, and they won't relent from typewriting the vilest assaults possible, upon the second season, its producer, and, by extension, individuals, however few, who appreciate the Space: 1999 episodes from "The Metamorph" onward. Here is without doubt one of the "threads" of discussion started by stated jackass and a few of the most galling responses. Followed by what I should say. I am quoting verbatim, together with lacking periods (missing from sheer laziness on the a part of the oh, so erudite one) and the refusals (additionally from sheer laziness, I might guess) to press the shift key to capitalise. "I don't even think landau got the 2nd season" "Probably not. He was a critical actor who wished to work on high quality film and television, not senseless childish crap. By then the sequence was only a pay verify." Yes, yes, yes. The previous Landau chestnut but again. Mindless, eh? Who is this particular person to judge one thing as mindless? I have it on good authority that Season 2 shouldn't be senseless. Good authority together with my very own. Good authority involving the chronological patterning and archetypes and symbolism in Season 2. So, there. Within the estimation of the particular person to whom I'm responding, the individuals who like that particular something, are judged to be mindless, too, presumably. Ah, sure. The same old comparisons of Season 2 with excrement. Lack of any concern for the feelings of others. Doubtless if challenged on that rating, the particular person would say that if individuals are damage, they need to be, and she (this person is a she) is all too comfortable to every day excoriate anyone who is so misguided as to perceive any quality in, or have any love for, that which she despises. Images of the main title sequence to the 1995-8 Spider-Man cartoon tv sequence whereby actor Martin Landau voiced the villain character, the Scorpion (proven in fourth image from left). So, Landau was far too critical an actor to signal onto doing an leisure for kids? Oh, actually? Was Landau not in Pinocchio, taking part in Gepetto? Yes, he was. It was the rationale why I didn't meet him in 1995 after i attended the Command Conference convention in Los Angeles; he was in Europe acting with Jonathan Taylor-Thomas in Pinocchio at the moment. Pinocchio was a movie for kids. And that was after, I say once more, after, Landau gained the most effective Supporting Actor Oscar for his role in Ed Wood. Landau also voiced the Scorpion for the 1995-eight Spider-Man tv series that aired on Saturday morning on the FOX television community, in a programming line-up branded as FOX-Kids. The second season of Space: 1999 was not made solely for kids. It was made for households to watch together, as they did late Saturday afternoons or early Saturday evenings in Canada. And in addition in places within the U.S.. It is a truth. Not some blinkered, hyperbolic, bellicose rant towards a season that an individual resents forty-six years later, for it having been the one and not using a "observe-up". "Martin Landau understood the Second Season... he simply hated it." No. If he hated the second season, then he didn't understand it. Landau did not perceive it, or an individual like me. And that's his failing. Wherever he is now, and that i feel certain that's heaven, regardless of his having provided encouragement for the Season 1-only brigade of Space: 1999 fans to bullyingly belittle, "gaslight", and potentially push toward deep depression and self-destructive behaviour, individuals of fidelity to second season, he has seen the sunshine. He now understands what it's about the second season of Space: 1999 that has merit. He now is aware of that second season Space: 1999 is the ultimate vessel for expressing of the archetypes of the collective unconscious. "I doubt he hated all of it however he did clash with Freiberger on some of the scripts, most notoriously, 'All That Glisters'. He did not just like the characters being diminished to obvious idiots which is what that specific script largely completed." Notoriously? Still with the tough, vituperative language, I see. Has anybody moderated his or her stance on the differences between the 2 Space: 1999 seasons these past forty-six years? Anyone? How are the characters idiots? They land on a planet believing that they have found Milgonite. They find a rock formation that appears to be Milgonite but doesn't register as such on scanners. Out of scientific curiosity, the Alphans carry a pattern of the rock again to the Eagle. They are scientists. They got here to a planet looking for Milgonite that their sensors detected and found one thing strange. After all, they wish to know more about it. Why it appears to be like like Milgonite however isn't. They usually still assume it to be a rock lacking sentience or energy to attack. There are no sensor readings to counsel in any other case. They bring a pattern of the rock back to their Eagle. Within the Eagle, the rock sample, on an examination table, suddenly assaults Tony by means of the lens of a big microscope. Helena does a cursory examination of Tony and pronounces him dead. Minutes later, Helena determines that Tony continues to be registering mind exercise regardless of being in cardiac arrest. Koenig's first impulse, while distraught at hearing from Helena that Tony is useless, is to command that the rock pattern be ejected from the Eagle. He later adjustments that when he causes that the rock sample may be dangerous to stand near or touch. Sensible sufficient. Certainly not stupid. Helena and Maya convince Koenig that the reply to Tony's situation is within the rock pattern. Tony can't be rushed to Alpha, they say, as the answer to restoring Tony totally to life, could be in the rock, in the sample of the rock and the principle rock seam on the planet's surface. Also quite smart. And Tony can't be moved away from the rock pattern, nor from the medical devices in the Eagle, because it could also be both or each of these upon which his being alive may in the end rely. Tony and the rock pattern must keep the place they are, while Koenig and workforce strive to search out the answer to the rock's "hold" upon Tony. Koenig reluctantly agrees to allow Helena to stick with Tony and the rock pattern in the Eagle. She is a doctor. Tony is her affected person. Helena is to stay in the Eagle, hopefully far sufficient from the rock pattern to not herself be in danger from it, while Koenig and the others go onto the planet's floor, and to the primary rock seam, to strive to search out the solution to the current predicament. Koenig and firm examine the rock fluid, and decide that the rock is a living organism. The rock pattern within the Eagle proves itself able to animate Tony, which is a new discovery of Koenig and firm, and they struggle to understand the implications of it, and of the rock fusing elements of itself together. What does the rock want? Koenig and his workforce grapple for a time for the answer. Is this not what clever people do? Koenig and occasion uncover that they're "minimize off" from Alpha and can't launch their Eagle from the planet. Not till they absolutely resolve the mystery of the rock. The state of affairs turns into ever more critical, as there is a deadline, with time "operating out", for secure return to Alpha, and Koenig is prepared to undertake risks that he may not have earlier than been keen to contemplate endeavor. He permits Maya to vary into a rock to strive to speak with the alien amount now holding the group of Alphans hostage. He allows Tony to be stunned with a mixed laser vitality from two stun guns. The rock reveals what it desires. Water. Koenig rightly deduces that the rock sample will use Tony, and later Dave Reilly, to deliver the remainder of the rock seam to the Eagle to be fused into the rock pattern, and the Alphans are able to dehydrate and weaken the rock sample so that they can regain management of the Eagle, free Reilly from the rock's "hold", discard the rock from the Eagle to the planet's floor, and "take off" for Alpha earlier than the deadline is reached. Additionally they of their humanity seed the clouds of the planet to produce rain, giving to the rock what it needed. Well? Where in this scenario are Koenig and firm idiots? Yes, after Tony has been animated by the rock pattern to stroll out of the Eagle and Helena says that she is scared, Koenig says to Helena that she is safe "in there" till Tony is discovered. He was just making an attempt to be comforting to Helena, whether or not what he was saying was correct. With Tony out of the Eagle and strolling the sands of the planet to some unknown, probably sinister, purpose, being in the Eagle is probably safer for Helena than being on the planet's floor by herself whilst the others are looking for Tony. The Space: 1999 second season episode, "All That Glisters", of which I have come to defence, much to my weariness over having to do so, on 24 September, 2023. I'm so drained, so damned tired, of getting to defend "All That Glisters". Somehow it has change into the go-to episode for lambasting by the nest of vipers. "Martin mentioned at one point, as unhappy as he was with Freddy's script approvals, it wasn't price boycotting the episodes just to make some extent, given the influence on his fellow forged members and crew." Ah, yes. The same old story about Landau being unhappy with Freiberger's script choices. He was an actor. Not a author. And he was not infallible as an actor. For all the speak of second season Space: 1999 being beneath his contempt (and me, too, I suppose, for daring to specific appreciation for it), Landau certain did have quite a number of components within the late 1970s and early 1980s that were embarrassing to watch him painting. He accepted these parts and did them. I cringed when i watched him in the Death of Ocean View Park, Meteor (a film that I quite like, but not for Landau's efficiency), The Fall of the House of Usher, and The Harlem Globetrotters On Gilligan's Island. He didn't acquit himself particularly well in these, tending to go fairly "over the top". The overwhelming majority of Landau's work post-Space: 1999 was not of the calibre that I might have anticipated of him. Not till Ed Wood. Though he was moderately effective as the "arch" Lyle Stenning in the Return of the Six Million Dollar Man and rightly was nominated for an Oscar for his performing in a supporting position, Abe Karatz, in Tucker: The Man and His Dream. I still appreciate Landau very, very much for what he contributed to each seasons of Space: 1999. I do not idolise him like I did in my youth. He was a man, able to being in error. And he was in error with regard to the second season of Space: 1999. This, I do know, and no intensely derogatory rants of grousing, pugnacious, anti-social Space: 1999 fans are going to trigger me to think in any other case. "I have seen an interview where Martin says, 'I was never proud of that second 12 months.' I saw collection 2 first, repeats on both ATV and Anglia in 1978, so it will at all times be my favorite, I did not see series 1 till 1982 repeats on LWT." Uh-huh. A one that considers Season 2 to be favourite however doesn't refute one thing said against it. Such solely serves to buttress the smugness and the obnoxiousness of the enemies of Season 2. Yes, I saw Landau say that. It's in the Space: 1999 Documentary. Apparently, the tendency of followers to be hyperbolic "rubbed off on" him, or he was hyperbolic before he first turned aware of Space: 1999 fandom. Never completely satisfied, eh? Surely there must have been some episodes, or scenes in some episodes, that had been to his liking. "The Immunity Syndrome". "The Seance Spectre". "The AB Chrysalis". Episodes with Koenig on the centre of the action, doing and saying all that he needs to do to preserve his individuals and the Moonbase through which they reside. "The Lambda Factor" gave to him a possibility to flex his performing muscles and bring added depth to the Koenig character. Likewise, the scene with Maya on the hilltop in "The foundations of Luton". I discover it difficult to consider that he was sad with every single scene in every single Season 2 episode. I say again. Martin Landau was not excellent. Sylvia Anderson did not paint a flattering image of him. It is thought that he had Giancarlo Prete dismissed. Sylvia Anderson stated that he bristled at Nick Tate being given strains of dialogue, and judging from how he was with Giancarlo Prete, I believe this. It has also been stated that Landau "ixnayed" the original script for "Dragon's Domain" in which Carter's heroism was "performed up". I believe this, too. His criticism of Koenig's motion of stunning Cantar in "The Exiles", is well reasoned to be unsuitable. Okay. He had come to regard Season 1 because the Space: 1999 that he wished to do. Fair enough. He had a proper to his opinion- even if he could be said to have been arrogantly unreasoning in his constricted-imagination dismissals of many an episode of Season 2. The hectoring, cruel, heartless followers who would wield his opinion as a weapon. Those folks have earned my resentment and my intense dislike. As for Martin Landau, I still love the man, regardless of his errs. I wince at what I have typewritten at the moment, as I may very well be accused of being disrespectful of a deceased man. I ought not need to put in writing any of this at all. But he's getting used as a weapon. And that i do must mount a defence towards the weapon. If that necessitates "calling out" Mr. Landau for some of his faults, then so be it. It's being written in defence, not offence. Landau didn't like Space: 1999- Season 2. Harrison Ford has little positive to say nowadays about Star Wars. He holds Star Wars in contempt. He solely agreed to return to Star Wars, in 2015, if his character, Han Solo, was "killed off". "Killed off" after being written as a failure as a husband and father. Does this imply that Star Wars is objectively not price contemplating? Because one of the leading actors holds it in contempt? No. "Second season stunk" Lout. Ignorant lout. "I did not like Maya" And that i don't like you, sir. This, by the best way, is identical individual who started the "thread" proclaiming his ever so erudite and regarded opinion. I don't such as you, sir. And had been I in a world whereby people I know would facet with me and wouldn't give credence to an opinion reminiscent of yours and never use it to dismiss me as human rubbish, I would say that I do not care. I ought to not care. There are other "threads" that go down related tired, venom-laden strains, all began by the aforementioned jackass. And he is going to continue until he is banished from the group, or advised by a huge quantity of individuals to "zip it". I anticipate a long, lengthy look ahead to that. A remark in one in every of the other "threads". "As it was, they introduced in Fred Freiberger, who'd single-handedly introduced down The Time Tunnel, The Six Million Dollar Man, and The Bionic Woman, and naturally who'd destroyed Star Trek. And that was when all of the silver suited aliens started turning up hungering for Alpha's nuclear powered life assist techniques, or lusting after Maya's brainstem or no matter." Oh, so now Fred Freiberger is blamed for the demise of The Time Tunnel and The Bionic Woman, is he? Despite being famous nowhere as having been on the manufacturing crew for these. Not even an episode author. What mental gymnastics are required for Freiberger being the cause of the cancellation of television exhibits wherein he was neither producer nor author? Too many for the assertion to be regarded at all critically. I could say that the individual is lying by means of his teeth, and i could also be proper. As ordinary, nobody refutes the falsehood being pushed. Which makes it appear true. And no. It is not an incontrovertible indisputable fact that it was Fred Freiberger who was the reason why Star Trek was not renewed for a Season 4. Also, Star Trek was not destroyed. It went onward to grow to be an animated cartoon tv series, a number of sequence of novels and brief tales, and a series of movies. The word, "destroyed", is hyperbolic when used relating to NBC's cancellation of Star Trek in 1969. And did The Six Million Dollar Man have any extra life in it after 5 seasons? And as Freiberger and Richard Landau cut up the manufacturing duties on Season 5 The Six Million Dollar Man, how can someone be sure that it was Freiberger's contributions and solely those that prompted the top of the tv programme of the bionic man? Where are the silver-suited aliens in "The Beta Cloud" and "The Dorcons"? I should have missed them. The Dorcon soldiers are in suits. But they are not silver. And what is so improper about an episode having aliens in a universe of scarcity, desiring one thing from Alpha? How does this equate with "destruction" of Star Trek? Or the "bringing down" of The Six Million Dollar Man? Also, to be a verb tense pedant, I'd add that the tip to The Six Million Dollar Man, and The Bionic Woman came after that of Space: 1999, not earlier than. The way that the commenter writes it, he makes it read like Freiberger "introduced down" The Six Million Dollar Man, and The Bionic Woman earlier than being introduced into the manufacturing of Space: 1999. I have other things to do at present and won't exhaust my entire Sunday responding to the ravings of these folks. I've achieved so enough, to be satisfied that I have completed my part in exhibiting these followers of Space: 1999 to, as traditional, be a "mistaken-headed" and despicable lot. Tuesday, September 26, 2023. A brief Weblog entry right now to report a few things. Three cartoons recognized, as of 26 September, 2023, to be on the second volume of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. "Hare-Breadth Hurry", "One Meat Brawl", and "A Hound For Trouble". Three of the cartoons on LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 are actually recognized. They're "Hare-Breadth Hurry", "One Meat Brawl", and "A Hound For Trouble". None of these are cartoons to have been on Blu-Ray or DVD before. This bodes promisingly for a banquet of not-previously-on-digital-videodisc cartoons within the twenty-five selections of cartoon shorts for the second quantity in the new Warner Brothers cartoons new dwelling video range. And Doctor WHO- The collection- SEASON 20 is now in my fingers. It arrived yesterday afternoon at my door. "The Five Doctors" appears as sharp as might be possibly be expected at current for one thing upscaled to High Definition from a PAL video source. Filmed materials in it appears to be like especially putting. I am progressively watching the serials and extras within the field set as this week progresses. And I've accomplished several revisions of my September 24, 2023 Weblog entry, as I want my wording to be as effective as it may be, in responding to the assaults upon Space: 1999- Season 2, defending "All That Glisters", and "taking to job" sure people for statements that fly within the face of recognized info. All for at present. Wednesday, September 27, 2023. All right. The full complement of the cartoons to be on LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 has been made often known as of last night. Here it's. "Behind the Meat-Ball" "Brother Brat" "Catty Cornered" "Cross Country Detours" "Daffy's Southern Exposure" "Ding Dog Daddy" "The Eager Beaver" "Fair and Worm-er" "Fin'n Catty" "From Hand to Mouse" "Ghost Wanted" "Greetings Bait" "Hamateur Night" "Hare-Breadth Hurry" "A Hick, a Slick, and a Chick" "Hiss and Make Up" "A Hound for Trouble" "I Wanna Be a Sailor" "The Leghorn Blows at Midnight" "Lickety-Splat" "One Meat Brawl" "The Penguin Parade" "Rabbit Rampage" "The Rebel Without Claws" "The Wacky Worm" I don't count on that the cartoons will likely be in this alphabetical order on the Blu-Ray. I should preface my commentary on this improvement by stating that there are, I know, far, much more serious issues on the planet now than a Blu-Ray disc of Warner Brothers cartoons. I do know this, all too properly. But I do have one thing to say about the news last night, how I really feel about it. What I think of it. And I am not going to stifle how I really feel. What I feel. My Weblog most likely does have some readers who wish to know what I should say about what data has been revealed in regards to the upcoming new launch of the cartoons of Bugs Bunny and his cartoon cohorts. They are most likely anticipating it and ready for it, coming to this Weblog searching for it. And I'll deliver it. Seven publish-1948s and eighteen pre-1948s. Looks to be honest, proper? Oh, of course it's. The cartoons on LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 1 were virtually evenly divided pre- and submit-1948, however that was not truthful. The publish-1948s must be relegated to being a smattering, to "spherical out" the gathering. Sarcasm. Oh, I do know that this rumination from me was predictable to anybody aware of me and gazing final evening upon the list of cartoons. I have been lamenting the favouring of the pre-1948s over the post-1948s in cartoon choices for shiny audio-visual media disc because the GOLDEN Collection days. This time, I am going to say that I'm going to be somewhat less than strident in expressing my dismay, my frustration, my pique. Because I've resigned myself to the truth that I am Karmically cursed. Karmically cursed since my move in 1977 from Douglastown to Fredericton. And being as I am so, possessing a whole, excellent collection of all of the Warner Brothers cartoons that I want, is just not my future. Being able, in 1977, to observe and audiotape-file every Saturday the CBS broadcasts of Sylvester and Tweety and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour was, to me, the foremost of the concerns in making the move. The transfer that prompted harm to numerous folks and set me on a course to the hurting of others. Karma is relentless and pointed in punishing me for deciding to approve the transfer. I want to own all of the cartoons of my liking in a perfect presentation, and i can't have that. Karma is not going to allow it. I used to be additionally tough to reside with in the early 1990s as I was looking for a group of the Warner Brothers cartoons on VHS videotape and never restrained in expressing my vexation at not achieving perfection in my videotape-recording endeavours. My mother did suffer in these years because of my loud proclamations of anger. Karma will not be going to allow that to go unpunished with out relent. It is simply not my future to own a full assortment of Bugs, Tweety, Sylvester, Road Runner, and so forth., and a faultless, High Definition-sharp "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". I have to be resigned to the truth that "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" and dozens of other publish-1948 cartoons will not ever see release absolutely restored on DVD or Blu-Ray, that I won't ever be able to tug "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" off of my shelf and watch them in High Definition on my tv. As I see it, as lengthy because the pre-1948 cartoons exist and so long as Warner Brothers has the home video rights to them, there never shall be a Blu-Ray or DVD launch of a totally restored, pristine-looking "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". And there will never be a completely complete launch on Blu-Ray or DVD of all of the cartoons of the most important characters. The persons answerable for assembling the contents of the Blu-Ray discs or DVDs, will all the time adhere to the cartoons of earlier than 1948, and most notably those outdoors of the cartoon series of the major characters, and even a lot of the minor ones (the Goofy Gophers, Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog, Charlie Dog, Hubie and Bertie, Claude Cat, and so forth.). The approaching release is indicative of this beyond affordable doubt. I count on that COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 3, if there's a COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 3, may have as little representation of the submit-1948s, possibly even less. The cartoons, "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" (first two photos from left) and "Hyde and Go Tweet" (third, fourth, fifth photos from left), which I want to have in High Definition on Blu-Ray, keep being ignored in the deciding on of cartoons for DVD or Blu-Ray release in remastered state. I allowed myself to entertain hope, after COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 1, that I may need "Hyde and Go Tweet", "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide", and others fully restored, in High Definition, in spite of everything. I will not ever again permit myself to suppose so. The fact must be faced, now and always in all of my remaining time on Earth. The individuals curating the cartoons to be launched on Blu-Ray and DVD do not share my opinion on what was the extra aesthetically vital time period of the Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies. They do not regard the recognition of the vessels on network television, i.e. The Bugs Bunny Show, etc., of completely put up-1948 cartoon shorts, as being price considering when assembling the content of Blu-Rays and DVDs of the Warner Brothers cartoons. They don't seem to be of the opinion that collectors of the cartoons are enthusiastic about having every cartoon of the most important characters, in possessing each classic cartoon that there is of Tweety, Sylvester, Road Runner, Foghorn Leghorn, Bugs, Daffy. They consider that is the "one-photographs", and the cartoons of minor characters, that the consumers of residence video media, are most desirous-of, earlier than a specific vary on home video of the cartoons, is ended. They regard the "Bob Clampett-is-God" and "Friz Freleng-was-a-hack" and "there-are-only-fifteen-good-Tweety-cartoons" brash minority to be all that there's of followers who are to be stalwart purchasers of the Warner Brothers cartoons- past that supposed voice crying out in the wilderness, me. Jerry Beck did say that if it were "as much as him", there would not have been a Tweety-dominated DVD in GOLDEN Collection 2. Tweety cartoons should, presumably, be few and far between, by Mr. Beck's reckoning. And what's the status at the moment of Tweety on DVD and Blu-Ray within the U.S. and Canada? Today, nearly all of the Tweety cartoons, most notably these of the 1950s and early 1960s, stay unreleased on DVD and Blu-Ray in North America. Which happens to accord with the attitudes toward Tweety and the Friz Freleng 1950s cartoons in dialogue teams. On the a part of probably the most communicative members of the groups. But are they representative of the majority of individuals desiring to own a collection of their favourite cartoons? I'd say not. Why? We are now in our third range of digital videodisc releases of the Warner Brothers cartoons below the choice-making auspices of Mr. Beck and Mr. Feltenstein, the earlier two being THE GOLDEN Collection and THE PLATINUM Collection. Both of the previous two ranges of digital videodisc stopped quick, very brief, of their preliminary purpose. Stopped due to declining sales. After an preliminary volume sporting many a put up-1948 cartoon, most with the foremost characters, those post-1948 cartoons being very a lot within the majority on the optical media discs of the first quantity, and that initial quantity garnering spectacular gross sales statistics, the powers-that-be opted to push the publish-1948s an increasing number of towards "rounding-out-the-collection", very clear minority status, giving the nod more and more to cartoons of the early 1940s and the thirties. "One-photographs" were prioritised, and the beloved major characters had diminished prominence. Whereas the episodes of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show almost by no means had "one-pictures" one after another, and episodes had been dominated by the main characters, the compilers of the DVDs and Blu-Rays opted for "one-shot" after "one-shot", relying on the "star" characters on the DVD or Blu-Ray set covers to attract the consumers into making purchase, after which subjecting these patrons to DVD or Blu-Ray discs heavy with obscure cartoons. It is no marvel that a sizable portion of the shopper base determined to cease spending cash on the DVD or Blu-Ray collections. And Warner Brothers decided to "pull the plug". The same people who brought THE GOLDEN Collection and THE PLATINUM Collection to the world, are those who are placing collectively the cartoon compilations for COLLECTOR'S Choice. Evidently, they learned nothing from the failures of the previous ranges and are decided to repeat prior practices. Favouring the pre-1948s almost two-to-one over the submit-1948s and choosing to scale back the prominence of the key characters in deference to the "one-off" ones, or those with a handful of cartoons. Calling collection of cartoons with major characters to be "formulaic" and therefore insufficiently artistic to be of interest to collectors. This is the folly that contributed, more, I'd say, than a recession starting in 2008, to the demise of the GOLDEN Collection. And to that of the PLATINUM Collection, too, years later. GOLDEN Collection sales have been declining lengthy earlier than the recession began. What can I say? People don't be taught. They keep repeating their errors. It is a unhappy undeniable fact that I've had to cynically acknowledge. I wish to God that I do not need to acknowledge it. Repeating the same failed practice again and again and anticipating a different outcome, is, in Einstein's view, the definition of insanity. It is fully doable that there may be a component of spite involved in the repeated neglect of "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" in the selections of cartoons for DVD and Blu-Ray these past twenty years. My Website has been on the internet now for more than twenty-5 years. These folks must bear in mind by now, by long before now, of my existence. Me, my Website, my viewpoints, and my criticisms of selections made vis-a-vis the Warner Brothers cartoons on residence video. The chance is that they are conscious. And if they don't like me being critical of choices that they've made, it is possible that they are withholding the cartoons, "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide", from DVD and Blu-Ray because I would like those cartoons. Am I the reason why these two cartoons are not yet on DVD and/or Blu-Ray? Oh, I mustn't overestimate my importance. To take action is to invite probably the most clamourous accusations of personal vainglory. But they've to be aware of me. They simply should be. Not solely do I have an internet site, however I have also partaken in discussions about the home video releases of the cartoons, discussions that it's an excellent wager that they read. Would they be inclined to do something similar to withholding two cartoons out of spite? I would like to think not. I very heartily want to suppose not. Yet, can I "rule out" the chance? No. But for twenty years now, twenty years since GOLDEN Collection Volume 1, "Hyde and Go Tweet" has been ignored within the choosing of cartoons for absolutely restored glory on digital videodisc. Despite it having "made the decision" for inclusion on the GOLDEN JUBILEE 24 KARAT seminal, trailblazing series of VHS videotapes in the mid-1980s and it being on the LOONEY TUNES AFTER Dark laser videodisc in the primary "wave" of laser videodiscs of Bugs Bunny et al. output by Warner Brothers Home Video within the early nineties. People apart from myself have been calling for it to be on DVD or Blu-Ray, fully restored as are all of the opposite cartoons within the ranges of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies on DVD and Blu-Ray. There is way "Hyde and Go Tweet" fan artwork to be found on the internet; to find such, one need only do a Google Search for "Hyde and Go Tweet". "Hyde and Go Tweet" has been requested as usually as "Beanstalk Bunny", I ought to think. And "Beanstalk Bunny" received the nod last COLLECTOR'S Choice. Now, two Blu-Ray discs into the new house video vary for the cartoons of Bugs Bunny et al., and still no sign of "Hyde and Go Tweet". Or "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". Why was "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" not paired with "Tree For two" for an entire Spike and Chester in the second quantity of THE PLATINUM Collection? Surely that made sense? So, why was it ignored? Spite? At this juncture, I'm abandoning the hope that I allowed myself to entertain, and that i won't ever entertain such hope once more. The people answerable for COLLECTOR'S Choice are determined to proceed minimising the presence of put up-1948 cartoons in new releases, for collectors, of the cartoons, and to emphasize the pre-1948s. If there are put up-1948 cartoons that I need in Volume 3 (assuming that there's a Volume 3), I'll buy Volume 3, and with clenched teeth on the possible meagre presence of submit-1948s on that Blu-Ray disc. I very much doubt that the range will reach a fourth quantity. The pattern of the GOLDEN and PLATINUM COLLECTIONS is being woven once more. As Porky as soon as said, "I do know my future. I acquiesce." I am destined never to have a whole assortment of my favourite Warner Brothers cartoons, and by no means to have the three most impactful Warner Brothers cartoons in my life in best possible quality to look at on Blu-Ray each time I wish to, and to should think that I brought it on myself due to selections and behaviour of mine prior to now, and possibly as a result of I did not "keep my pie-gap shut" with my reactions to releases of the Warner Brothers cartoons to DVD and Blu-Ray over the past twenty years. Thursday, September 28, 2023. More as regards to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 and the cartoons chosen to comprise it. Reading my Weblog entry yesterday, I found myself wincing. Because I can see how my writings should read. I lament about my Karmic curse caused by my determination forty-six years ago and different behaviours in years thereafter. I say that I'm being denied "Hyde and Go Tweet", "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide", and quite a few different cartoons of 1948 and years subsequent that I need to have for an entire collection of Warner Brothers cartoons of my fancy. Denied due to my dangerous Karma. Does this mean that I'm contending that the state of illustration of publish-1948 cartoons on DVD and Blu-Ray is because of me and my transgressions? Oh, how vain that should sound! Am I implying that the Warner Brothers cartoon library on planet house video revolves around me? Am I saying that different people sharing my style in cartoons, people who may be very much in the majority in Warner Brothers cartoon fandom, as I imagine that they are, are being denied these cartoons in their collections due to me and my detrimental errs in early life that introduced a Karmic curse upon me? Yes. Yes, I guess so. Yes, I assume that my being to blame, is certainly the case. Under the Karma assemble, this would be the way in which of the world. Others must go with out something because of Karmic punishment upon sure individuals who want that same something, that one thing that Karma decrees that the sure people can't have. If this is certainly true, as I believe that it's, then my choice to move in 1977 plus my behaviour in the early nineteen nineties, remains to be hurting others. And my Karma should due to this fact mete out additional punishment upon me for that hurt. I am extremely sorry, profoundly sorry, monumentally sorry for bringing frustration and denial of completion of private collections, to folks whose liking of the cartoons is much the identical as mine. It's not at all truthful that these folks must be denied High Definition restored presentation of their favourite cartoons because of the choice and actions of some stupid, "spoiled" boy in 1977 and some unwell-tempered, perfectionist younger man in the early 1990s. However the blame will not be solely mine. The compilers of the DVD and Blu-Ray collections bear their share of the blame. The alternatives are theirs. They've free will. Yes, they do. As did my mother and father and that i back in 1977. They are imposing their preferences over the buying public. They are doing so in full data that they're going to be stopping some portion, I imagine the largest portion, of the patrons of the cartoon releases, from owning totally restored, High Definition variations of their favorite cartoons of directors Jones, Freleng, McKimson, Davis. Cartoons that had been disseminated to the general public on community television for forty years and which imprinted the minds and influenced the sensibilities of millions of people. As I see it now, today, LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice is a last-ditched effort of Mr. Beck and the people in his circle, to have on bodily media all of the pre-1948 cartoons that they favour, before physical media "goes stomach-up". If things go based on plan, they can have all that they want, and i and folks whose style in cartoons are similar as mine, can be with no full collection of everything that we wish. Oh, the curators will throw a handful of submit-1948s on the Blu-Ray discs of VOLUMES three and 4 if these volumes do see the light of day, simply so that they will put footage of Bugs, Tweety, Sylvester, Road Runner, Wile E. Coyote, Daffy, and Foghorn Leghorn, in their 1950s looks, on the covers to entice collectors of the cartoons of the key characters into reaching into wallets for cash to purchase the products, whereas flooding the Blu-Ray discs with obscure cartoons of pre-1948 vintage, the cartoons that the Beck clique want launched. It might work as a gambit this time, with Volume 2. Maybe. If most buyers are usually not totally cognizant of the Blu-Ray's contents. I don't count on that such individuals will probably be as keen to part with their cash once more for a multitude of cartoons with "one-off" characters or less acquainted outings of one or two main characters in less refined kind. We can be sure that the curators will try, although. For the volumes that they are planning. Volume three might be perhaps twenty pre-1948s and 5 post-1948s. With thirties and early 1940s cartoons galore. Which five put up-1948s? Who knows? But they won't be "Hyde and Go Tweet" or "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide". Those cartoons are off of the discharge roster. Forever. Yes. I assume that I am rather more strident, extra "riled up", right this moment with reference to the second volume of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice than I used to be yesterday. The clique of anti-submit-1948 Warner Brothers cartoon pundits on the same old discussion forums on the internet, of their praises of the cartoon selections for Volume 2, have fired my blood with the identical indignation that I felt those many years ago over the cartoons chosen for later volumes within the GOLDEN and PLATINUM COLLECTIONs. I have to drag myself back to the feelings of resignation, of acquiescence, that constituted my comportment yesterday. The pursuit of a group of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies which are of aesthetic interest to me, is futile. I'm so very, very sorry that I've introduced futility to the quest of people of the same taste of me, as regards possession of the cartoons of Warner Brothers. Karma may be cruel. Oh, how it can be merciless! Saturday, September 30, 2023. And September is on the verge of passing into the ether. I was hoping to go as soon as more this yr to Miramichi City for a day's go to to my former habitat, someday this month. But what happens but a crack formation in my car's entrance windshield after I hit it with my proper center knuckle while swatting at a fly? I'm going to must have that front windshield changed at a price of lots of of dollars. A trek to Newcastle, Douglastown, and Chatham is now past my budget this month and next. And November and December are not months when I'm excited about going wherever, assuming after all that I will then have the price range for doing so. Or the freedom. Yes, I'm nonetheless quite cognizant of the predictions of powers-that-be indulging their megalomania and thrusting a hapless inhabitants again to COVID hell. I cannot neglect those predictions and the "conspiracy theorist" who uttered them, who uttered them with "intel" provided to him by folks within the U.S. government, if the move is made to start out mandating masks, "lock-downs", and hazardous needle-pokes. The truth that it was predicted a month upfront, predicted with "intel" indicating that it was being deliberate, will tell to me that it's "bunk" solid upon we the people by leaders who cherished being despots and wish one other "repair" of that maximal dopamine "hit". And whatever political advantage could also be gained by it. Canada's despot would love to have a pretext to have the ability to cancel the 2025 elections, I have no doubt. COVID-19 is the reward that retains on giving the place he is concerned. I am positive that he thinks that there is rather more mileage to be gained from it but. Mileage at reworking Canada into something other than individualistic, freedom-affirming democracy that it had been via the twentieth century. But I have other issues to ruminate upon in the present day. I've extra to say about LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. Yes, more but. Some individuals who think as I do, have began to "push again" in opposition to the standpoint that the contents of Volume 2 are exactly what ought to be released. That standpoint now being paraded throughout discussion forums on the internet as the only orthodox one and the idea of one more a lot-vaunted consensus. The submit-1948s and individuals wanting those having to attend till the proverbial cows come home, and the plug is finally pulled on physical media by the moguls at Warner Brothers, for the cartoons that they want, to complete their collections. A couple of folks have voiced their dissatisfaction with the choices of cartoons for Volume 2, and their considerations for what these selections might bode or lead to, and quite predictably, they've been verbally slapped down, by some of the identical individuals who held forth the condescending angle towards me over time, in the cartoon fan motion on the internet. Yes. The same folks. Same folks, similar, "Aw, shaddup!" rejoinders. "Shut up, don't be an emo butt-hole, and be proud of what we're given." More or less, this is what is being said. Nobody has disparaged as but any specific put up-1948 cartoons. Just the attitude that Jerry knows greatest, that the cartoons of pre-1948 are most desired by authentic followers and are what the majority of collectors need most. The cartoons post-1948 of the most important cartoon characters are just "formulaic pap" directed by the overrated Chuck Jones, the dull-as-dishwater "hack", Friz Freleng", and the director-who-ought to-have-stayed-an animator, Robert McKimson. Such is the gist of the remarks of the enthusiastic plaudits given the content checklist for Volume 2. As had been the identical one of many approval for the 2-to-one representation for the pre-1948s over the post-1948s in the GOLDEN and PLATINUM Collection days. Standard. Standard. Because the outdated saying goes, there's nothing new below the Sun. I'm completely satisfied to see some criticism of the quantity 2 contents, about them being largely not cartoons with the "star" characters, about them being obscure cartoons from a time when the cartoon studio was throwing new characters of all sizes and shapes on the display screen in hopes that considered one of them would surge to popularity. Most of them failed to "gel" with the tastes of the public and didn't spark a cartoon series. The cartoon sequence with the most important characters, ought to be dominating this quantity and, later, VOLUMES three and 4. There should be at the least five Tweety cartoons in Volume 2, a couple of Sylvester-with out-Tweety cartoons, two Road Runners, four Foghorn Leghorn cartoons, five or six Daffy Ducks, and at the least three Bugs Bunny cartoons. With some Goofy Gophers, Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog, and an odd Elmer solo cartoon for good measure. And the submit-1948s ought to dominate as publish-1948 was the portion of the oeuvre wherein many of the "star" characters flourished, in cartoon collection of considerable size. The criticisms are worded quite eruditely. A darned sight more so than a number of the slap-downs. I am joyful to see some people of my persuasion saying something to offer to the "other facet" of the divide, a "voice" in the discussion. At the end of the day, the people who hold sway over the cartoon choices, will win. They will have all of their desired cartoons right earlier than Warner Brothers and Warner Archive proclaim that it's the end of physical media and, "That's all, folks!" They informed me to be patient and wait in the GOLDEN Collection years. And when the GOLDEN Collection ended prematurely at a Volume 6 loaded with pre-1948 cartoons, sporting a complete DVD disc with cartoons of the thirties, and proffering many, many "one-shots", they stated, "Oh, effectively. Chin up. Maybe subsequent time." Then, it was PLATINUM Collection time a number of years later. Abortive end. My desired cartoons brushed apart for pre-1948 cartoon-heavy volumes. "Oh, nicely. Them's the breaks. Chin up." Could I please be spared the bull's excrement this time? No, after all not. But can I avert my eyes in order that I do not have to see it? I'll try to just do that. A twenty-picture representation of the Warner Brothers cartoon, "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide", which seems destined not to be on commercial optical disc media. I look upon the High Definition model of "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" available on the internet presumably procured from HBO-Max, marvel at the rich colours and the mix of sparse mild and foreboding shadow in a most atmospheric and fairly creepy cartoon, of the type that Friz Freleng excelled in when he opted to discover the possibilities in Robert Louis Stevenson's "bogey tale", and i really feel the pit in my stomach that comes from understanding that this cartoon will forever be denied to me in something aside from a DVD-R copy of an old VHS videotape (from the one and only time that "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" was placed on house video by Warner Brothers). Jerry Beck, by the way, had no involvement in that videotape, to the best of my knowledge. I do not think that "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" was ever a favorite of his. It actually didn't "make the grade" for inclusion on the Columbia House sequence of fifteen LOONEY TUNES: THE COLLECTOR'S Edition videotapes for which Mr. Beck was curator of content. And its lack of history on DVD and Blu-Ray, for which Mr. Beck chose the cartoons to form the "playlist", adds to that. I nonetheless salute Jerry Beck for the job he did with the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray box set of 2020. Of course, I do. Unlike many individuals, my gratitude for good things performed does not have an expiry date. Without Mr. Beck's enter into the Bugs Bunny Blu-Ray field set, Warner Brothers would most actually have inflicted upon the buying public a menu of nothing but "double-dips", "triple-dips", "quadruple-dips". Nearly all of the Bugs Bunny cartoons then-hitherto lacking from the DVD and Blu-Ray ranges of the Warner Brothers cartoons, have been green-lit for inclusion in that 2020 Blu-Ray set. Granted, that Bugs Bunny set was certainly one of some missed opportunities. It might have been even better than it was. But I'm thankful to have all that I have of Bugs that I do have, and I've Mr. Beck to thank for that. It is so galling to see him revert again to the largely unavailing to collectors of cartoons put up-1948, particular person that he had been earlier than 2020. If the pre-1948 cartoons with the less refined look to "star" characters and a surfeit of predicaments with obscure characters that by no means went past a single cartoon brief, are truly what the vast majority of collectors need, why not put pictures of less refined-wanting major characters and the obscure characters of the "one-pictures" on the entrance cowl of the Blu-Ray? Instead of 1950s renderings of the "star" characters of the Saturday morning community tv present? How about it? Could it's that the folks making the selections know that the Blu-Rays would not promote in appreciable numbers in such occasion? Would that not be an admission that they are releasing what they need, what a clique of discussion discussion board contributors want, and never what collectors at large want? All proper. I've mentioned enough about LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice. Let the proverbial chips fall the place they could. I'm destined by no means to have the three most impactful cartoons in my life, in my collection in High Definition. Nor quite a few others. So be it. I've "stated my piece", and now I'll "shaddup". My Fanderson membership has now expired and I am exiting, the door hitting me on the way in which out with that "pile-on" upon "The Dorcons". So ends my transient put up-2020 foray into the lion's cage of organised fandom, me acquiring what it was that I wanted and hurrying as fast as I might for the escape passage. All for at the moment. Friday, October 6, 2023. Weather has been rather pleasant this week. Temperatures close to twenty degrees Celsius, and consistent sunshine and blue sky. And a much less demanding work schedule enabling me to go exterior to enjoy the nice weather, earlier than the inevitable deterioration of weather to the onset of that awful season whose name I want to not state. The clement, warm weather has been a blessing that I select to depend. And I've extra such to say, as I search to drag away from my moderately protracted and maybe immoderate lamentations over the debacle-for-post-1948-Warner Brothers-cartoon-fanatics that's LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2. I accept the future that younger me has set for myself. My assortment of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies of my most popular part of the filmography of those cartoons, can be incomplete, And that is just the way in which that it is. All in all, I have not carried out badly where amassing my keenly adhered-to entertainments of favour, is worried. I have Space: 1999 in an "ultimate assortment", on Blu-Ray. I have most of my science fiction/fantasy favourites on Blu-Ray. And people who I shouldn't have on Blu-Ray, I no less than have on DVD. My 2004 DVDs of Spiderman are stable, perdurable. As are my DVDs of Rocket Robin Hood. I've all the cartoons of the Pink Panther, Inspector, and Ant and Aardvark on Blu-Ray. I have Blu-Rays of every part from James Bond to Inspector Clouseau to The Flintstones to Star Blazers to many a Universal improbable hero or heroes tv programme. Almost each non-science fiction/fantasy movie that I've lengthy had in my holdings on audiotape, videotape, and so on., is sitting on my shelves on Blu-Ray. And Doctor Who's now more than fifty percent on Blu-Ray. It now looks very unlikely that the Doctor WHO- The collection Blu-Ray range will ever see completion (now that the BBC seems to have confirmed only two Doctor WHO- The gathering season sets per year to be the norm in years to come back), however at the very least I will have on DVD what shouldn't be on Blu-Ray. I can look upon my assortment of DVD and Blu-Ray with a sizable amount of satisfaction, as the fruits of fifty years of interest in building a personal library of favourite entertainments (going all of the way in which back to 1973 and my first audiotape-recording ever of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour). I've the entire books that I used to gather, also, having re-bought them final decade. After which some. A lot of the businesses that dropped at me such wondrous possessions, have gone the best way of the Do-Do, or lost the rights to distribute certain product. But I capitalised on the alternatives to acquire items inside the window of time through which they have been obtainable. There are certain issues that I am not meant to have. Not only a full collection of private Warner Brothers cartoon favourites but also the Mattel Space: 1999 Eagle. That, too, will eternally elude me. So be it. I've what the Karmic forces of the world, or the Almighty God, is willing to permit me to possess. And, no, I am not going to meekly and mildly permit a cabal of evil, narcissist megalomaniacs to divest me of any of it. I spent years and years and years of effort and sacrifice of fast, ephemeral gratification, and a variety of probably significant associations with buddies, to be able to have what I have, a testimonial of the love of a person Generation X Canadian for opuses of the imagination. As, too, is this Website, my autobiography, and this Weblog. And I didn't do all of this to have some goose-stepping, jowled, decrepit German moron and his eternally youthful string puppet whose name in English is Hole of Water, take away it all from me. To have them steal all that I acquired over the course of my life. What I've can haven't any which means to them aside from to gratify their desire to personal all the things whereas the lowly serfs are pleased owning "nussing". I will struggle tooth and nail to keep what I paid for with the monies from my labours, and from these of my late mother and father, who intended for me to have our home and every thing in it that we rightly personal by all the values and norms of Canada as it has existed since 1867. The Canada that my father served in the army to guard from Communism during the Cold War. The populace of my nation, the nation of my birth, the nation of which I am a citizen (not a settler, not a coloniser; a citizen) did not vote for Communism, or fascism, to be our county's mode of governance. Governance modes equivalent to those, have been by no means stated clearly, by name, in black and white, on the platform of any of the electable political events. A transition to both of the two most foul flavours of totalitarianism, is subsequently not professional as a democratic choice, and will probably be the right of each first rate human being on the planet to refuse to recognise it. But to not "get forward of myself". I'm content material with what I've. If Warner Archive does throw a handful of publish-1948 cartoons onto a pre-1948-cartoons-heavy Blu-Ray, I'll purchase it, to augment my assortment in no matter method potential. I acknowledge that the put up-1948 cartoons chosen won't ever be inclusive of the 2 cartoons that I want most. Whatever the trigger may be, of this frustrating situation. And I've my reminiscences. And my researches. To divest me of these, Mr. Squab, I imply, Schwab, will want to start out erasing Internet information, together with that on The Wayback Machine, and the brains of human beings. Oh, I have no doubt that he would like to do so. However the final of those could also be somewhat more onerous a process than he in all probability expects. At least with particularly stubborn people reminiscent of I. Memories of the 1970s, and of the 1980s, won't simply be effaced from my grey matter. I've discovered another clipping from an issue of Tv Guide journal indicating one of the CBC Television showings of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. It is that this time from an edition of Tv Guide for the Seattle region of Washington State, through which there are listings for CBUT- Vancouver and CHEK- Victoria of Canada. Here it's. Notation of the scheduled broadcast of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on November 27, 1971 on the 2 CBC television stations of southwestern British Columbia. One of them owned and operated by the CBC and the other affiliated with the CBC. The C beside the listed television programmes denotes colour. In 1971, Tv Guide was making the distinction between colour and black-and-white television programmes when itemizing them. The practice would persist by means of at the very least the entirety of the 1970s, though some while after 1971, the option was to point black-and-white and not to hassle specifying colour any longer. By the point in 1976 when I was starting to peruse Tv Guide, the displaying of "BW" beside black-and-white tv programmes and no indication of color, had turn into standarised with Tv Guide. Television exhibits like Leave it to Beaver, The Little Rascals, and The Honeymooners of course had "BW" beside them in the Tv Guide listings. I am thankful for what I have. My DVDs and Blu-Rays. My books. My Website. The home during which I live. What high quality of life that my mother and father strove to supply for me, for me to have while they were residing and after their deaths. The mates that I did have. The mates that I do have. Even though I seldom, if ever, see them. Life may very well be a "entire lot" worse. And I have little question now, that there are folks, highly effective people, who want to cause it to be a "whole lot" worse. I need to no less than be grateful to have within the second, what I do have. And this is an apt Weblog entry for a preface to the Thanksgiving weekend, although I didn't, consciously at the very least, intend for it to be so when i "set out" this morning to write down it. Thanksgiving Monday, 2023. While exterior walking immediately, I had in my thoughts the Thanksgiving Monday of 1982, when I was enjoying an afternoon baseball game at Park Street School area before I noticed my father at the foot path to Linden Crescent summoning me dwelling for dinner, and a 4:30 episode of Spiderman on CHSJ-Tv, it being "Sting of the Scorpion"/"Trick or Treachery", from a pale, splice-riddled film print. I videotape-recorded the Spidey episode as I awaited turkey supper. The autumn of 1982 was a lovely one, I recall. Warm, mild weather. Friends, associates, and i performed baseball until at the very least late October, and night games of hide and seek. I got here house on the weekday afternoons eager to videotape-report Spiderman. That was when i had most of the Spiderman episodes on videocassette for the primary time, largely through CHSJ's broadcasts of the net-swinger. I used to be also proud possessor of Star Wars on videotape, and visited by neighbourhood youth desiring to see it. Ah, those had been the times! News. News. News. The documentary on the Space: 1999 Eagle, titled The Eagle Has Landed, has, by its crowd-funding marketing campaign, attracted the intention of some relatively rich investors. It has the funds to enter manufacturing next week. Producer Jeffrey Morris has said that the documentary will go far beyond mere speaking heads. New visible effects are deliberate. The set of the surface of planet Piri will likely be recreated. Why that? Why not Texas City? Or the Grove of Psyche? Or...? Texas City could be good as a location for followers on twenty-first-century Earth to be talking concerning the spacecraft of the runaway Moon. Sanctioning by ITV is now confirmed, and one expects that the documentary will comprise footage from the episodes of Space: 1999. The Eagle Has Landed is kind of an exciting development in the almost fifty-years-long historical past of Space: 1999. This being stated, the fact that the documentary entails followers of the tv programme, followers who are fuelled by a malignant hatred for the latter half of the forty-eight episodes and for the man who spearheaded those latter twenty-4 episodes, and disdain for persons like myself who're aesthetically appreciative of the latter twenty-four, does have me in a condition of justifiable foreboding. The poison of that hatred has been current, though maybe not overtly in some instances, in nearly every little thing made in celebration of Space: 1999 over at least the previous thirty-five years. And there are specific people known to me who would be inclined to denounce Season 2 to the world at massive on motion image celluloid, with none need of a dropping of a hat. I've an uneasy feeling that they are going to be within the documentary, causing my stomach to turn frenetic somersaults on the sight of their faces, as they smugly proclaim second season and its producer to be the accursed trigger of the grounding of the Eagle put up-1977. What can I say? I am forever corroded by my "brush" with such folks. I want I were twenty-yr-old me, who would be thoroughly "over the Moon", reservations zero, over the prospect of a professionally lensed documentary on some component of my favorite science fiction/fantasy opus. But my state of affairs is what it's. The life that I've lived, is what it is. Anyway, I will continue to observe the progress of this project, and regardless of early ideas of a slant towards Season 1, I'll proceed to reserve my judgement, as finest I can, until my eyes behold the documentary. In 2025, that still appears. I'll proceed to report information concerning the documentary, to what small quantity of readers that my Website and this Weblog do have. I have found what could also be a fault on my Blu-Ray of the broadcast model of "The Five Doctors" in the Doctor WHO- The gathering- SEASON 20 field set. Twice now, at a certain place in the midst of the "making-of" documentary, my Blu-Ray player has frozen and powered itself down. It could possibly be my Blu-Ray participant that's at fault. But whether it is, why is that exact place on the Blu-Ray disc so problematical? Is there an error there for which my participant cannot compensate? It might be that with there being fewer Blu-Ray manufacturing services and the prevailing ones underneath higher demand, that production is being rushed and defective Blu-Ray discs are going to be more widespread. Allan Asherman has died. Mr. Asherman was the creator of The Star Trek Compendium, what was the definitive e-book on the unique tv sequence and the films of Star Trek on the shelves of bookstores within the 1980s. My late pal, Sandy, had a replica of it, and i bought one, too. Its pages are all black-and-white. Every episode has not less than one photograph. And in contrast to Bjo Trimble's Star Trek Concordance, there usually are not simply synopses of the episodes, however manufacturing information and significant commentary. I find myself in disagreement often with that commentary. Mr. Asherman was of the routinely expressed opinion that Season three was the lesser of the three Star Trek seasons, and that Fred Freiberger was to blame for the cancellation of the tv series in 1969. The falsehood that Mr. Freiberger helmed the final season of The Wild Wild West might have been initially launched by Mr. Asherman on one of many pages of his ebook. But I ought to be appreciative of the existence of any book detailing the episodes of a science fiction/fantasy tv collection, and respectful of a man who has left this mortal coil. Rest in peace, Mr. Asherman. Here is a picture of the front cowl of The Star Trek Compendium. Website updates. I have revised the preamble to the CBC broadcast histories section of The Space: 1999 Page, including information on telecasting of Space: 1999 and Cosmos 1999 in Canada by broadcasters aside from CBC Television and Radio-Canada, after CBC Television and Radio-Canada had ceased to have broadcast rights to the spectacular television show about Moonbase Alpha. And I've added some improved images of "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" to my Era 2 memoirs and The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show Page. All for at present. Saturday, October 14, 2023. The bleak autumn weather, nearly continually overcast, with dark patches of cloud, and chilly, chilly intermittent rain, is now upon New Brunswick. And it is all downhill from now till December 21. I've some Website updates to say. I have added photographs of the episode of The Flintstones, "Highschool Fred", and of Starlog challenge 32, to my Era three memoirs. Along with some extra textual content remembering having seen "High school Fred" one day at lunchtime in our new Nashwaaksis, Fredericton house. I've achieved some further improvement to the preamble to the broadcast histories section of The Space: 1999 Page. And I've expanded somewhat a couple of paragraphs on The Pink Panther Show Page. Traffic statistics for my Website are, I would say , not as gratifying as they had been a month in the past. Most of the visits enumerated for my Web pages are, I think, visits by robots. Googlebot, primarily. Actual flesh-and-blood guests to my Website, are abysmally low at current. Even for the traditionally most popular Web pages, these for The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show and The Littlest Hobo. Right across the board, "hits" to the web pages are fewer, much fewer, than normal. I think the J.T. government's Internet censorship legislation to the chief issue on this. Facebook may be disallowing Hyperlinking to my Website, being as it's Canadian in its ownership. And different "social media", likewise. Now that J.T. has "picked a combat" with them, attempting to drive them to pay a charge for Hyperlinking to Canadian news and different Websites, at which they rightly balked, it may be that they and different Internet platforms could even be saying, "Adios, muchahos," to Canadian creators of Internet content. The decline in my visitors would appear to coincide with the instituting of the particular insurance policies by the lamentable authorities in Ottawa. Whatever the explanation for it, the diminishing of visitor site visitors is inflicting me to really feel much less and fewer motivated to jot down further for my Website, and this Weblog. I am considering discontinuing the writing of Weblog entries. Putting this Weblog to relaxation. Leaving it to be an archive of past ruminations, observations, information, etc., and not spending any more of my depleting time, on writing for it. Before I carry as we speak's Weblog entry to a close, I propose a show of entrance covers of issues of Gold Key Comics' Looney Tunes from December of 1976 by means of to spring of 1978. Although Space: 1999 had captured my foremost leisure of interest designation as 1977 was "getting underway", I remained a loyal buyer of the Looney Tunes series of comedian books by means of 1977 and a few months into 1978. My purchases of those comic books spanned the divide between my life in Douglastown and my existence in Fredericton publish-August, 1977. Though I have to say that I do look again upon my gathering of the Looney Tunes comic guide, and those of particular Warner Brothers cartoon characters, as a phenomenon of my Douglastown years. To be sure, my fondest recollections of going to a store and shopping for them, and putting them in exhibition in no matter undertaking that I had going, are all those of my days as a resident of Douglastown, living in that gorgeous home with the impressive separate storage. Of course, Looney Tunes comedian books had been dominated by the foremost characters of the cartoons. as nicely they needs to be. The persons chargeable for releasing of the Warner Brothers cartoons to DVD and Blu-Ray ought to "take note". If success and long life of the newest dwelling video vary for the cartoons, is a significant consideration for them. People purchase one thing designated as Looney Tunes based on the major characters and the desirability of possessing the characters' "doin's" to a maximal quantity. Listed here are the comedian book covers. Oh, and one other factor. Some whereas in the past, I mentioned that the letters part of Starlog within the 1970s consisted of communication of predominantly male letter-writers. Predominantly, not completely. Definitely not a fifty-fifty cut up of the 2 genders. But not 100 p.c male and 0 % female, either. I had a look this morning on the old Starlogs in my holdings and have seen quite a few letters from females. But the vast majority of them had been from males. Especially in the early points. The issues printed throughout Space: 1999's heyday. My preliminary remark does hold. A lot of the letters from females were expressing fandom for certain actors. It was at all times acknowledged that Tom Baker (Doctor Who) had a sizable following of girls. And that i see that Harrison Ford (Star Wars, Indiana Jones films) did, additionally. I'll notice this with out further comment. All for as we speak. Tuesday, October 17, 2023. An image of the Space: 1999 episode, "Devil's Planet", with Commander John Koenig (Martin Landau) behind a pressure subject as alien prison warden Elizia, played by Hildegard Neil (1939-2023), and her underling, the Interrogator (Dora Reisser), ponder a few Moonbase Alphan Eagle spaceship approaching their penal colony. Sad information. Actress Hildegard Neil, who played Elizia in Space: 1999- "Devil's Planet", has died. She was married to Brian Blessed, whose acting credits embody the Space: 1999 episodes, "Death's Other Dominion" and "The Metamorph". I've had the sad task of including Ms. Neil to the In Memoriam part of The Space: 1999 Page. Also, I've added some photographs to my Era 2 memoirs. They are of the cartoons, "Lickety-Splat", "Pre-Hysterical Hare", "Sahara Hare", "Frigid Hare", and "Shot and Bothered". I also improved on an image of "Two's a Crowd". They are often discovered within picture collages in the rememberings of January, 1974 and August, 1975. An astonishing and exquisitely gratifying thing happened this past weekend. A classmate of mine from Grade three and solely Grade 3 (he came to Douglastown in 1974 and left in 1975) reached out to me to make contact with me, each by the Douglastown Elementary School Alumni group at Facebook and by way of Facebook Messenger. Though having known me for a short while practically fifty years in the past and having not been involved with me in all of the years after we parted method again when, he remembered me! He remembered my identify. He remembered my having preferred the Road Runner. He remembered conversations with me within the schoolyard, and topics of these conversations. I remembered him, too. But then, it's in my nature to do so, particularly in relation to people who had been friends with me. For folks to recollect me after so long a separation, is just not one thing that ought to be realistically expected. And but, a sizable quantity of people that knew me in Douglastown once i lived there, do remember me. People who haven't seen me since I left Douglastown in 1977 and with whom I have not had contact through the late 1970s, the 1980s, the nineties, the 2000s. I had another Facebook reunion with another of such an individual again in 2014. He, too, remembered my title, my interests. And he remembered his specific association with me so very way back. My most current renewed contact even says that he had all the time remembered me as his "greatest good friend". His words. Oh, this is what I needed to hear to pull me out of a malaise of low morale. To say that I'm coronary heart-warmed by this, is to vastly understate it. It does seem like my five years in Douglastown, and the one who I was in those years, made fairly an impression on a number of the individuals who knew me. Perhaps a majority of them. Such that they retained detailed memory of me and their connection with me, retaining it for a number of decades. Memory and fondness. Yes, these folks do write fondly of their interplay with me, and of me, personally. It's most outstanding. Especially after the futile struggles that I have needed to make an enduring impression upon anyone whom I have met and with whom I've grow to be buddies, in Fredericton. It should be said that my presence in Fredericton has had quite the alternative effect upon the individuals there, that it did in Douglastown. I fail to make lasting impressions upon individuals. And if I do make an impression, briefly lasting or otherwise, it is normally adverse. And no fondness for me. None. I am usually easily put out of sight, out of thoughts. Easily forgotten. Somehow, the me who I was in my Douglastown surroundings between 1972 and 1977, flawed although he was, self-centred and missing in empathy although he was, diffident although he was for much of the time he was there, nonetheless had the liking, the respect, the everlasting place within the hearts and minds of individuals there with whom he interacted. Whereas the me whom the environment of suburban Nashwaaksis and that of the colleges and streets, and baseball fields there, did mould, has garnered scarcely any corresponding response from the numerous more people he has encountered, submit-1977. Certainly not the refurbished Kevin of the 1990s and beyond. The unique me, thriving in the surroundings of the Miramichi area village of Douglastown, was an individual of value in the esteem of a number of people in that place. A memorable person. A good person, in the ideas of the individuals who knew me. That is the person I need to find in myself. To channel. To develop from. I went astray. Astray in agreeing to depart Douglastown, severing connections there with a number of people that did think extremely of me. Astray in my reactions to the circumstances wherein bad Karma had situated me after I had resettled in Nashwaaksis. I need to search out my manner back to the person who I was. And combine that with the maturity and the wisdom that I now possess. Without laboured efforts to purport myself as one thing that I am not. I am not an outgoing particular person. I am not an extrovert. Synthetic extroversion doesn't "wear well" on me, if my frustrations at finding latter-day friendship is any indication. Whatever will be achieved to neutralise the Karmic curse that I brought upon myself, ought to be performed. Maybe that is what brought my old buddy from Grade 3 and that i together presently. This and the fact that he talked at length about Christianity with me back within the day. I seem to want an consciousness of Christianity now greater than ever, with the evil that has metatasised in the world. I've watched some movies on the internet this week to which I wish to name consideration. One includes Jeffrey Morris, producer of The Eagle Has Landed, in a discussion of notable episodes of Season 1 Space: 1999, most particularly "Dragon’s Domain". It's in the same sequence of Internet videos that included David Hirsch proclaiming Season 2’s "All That Glisters" as silly. But I gave to that sequence of Internet videos another chance. Because I was interested in what Mr. Morris has to say. I'm completely happy to report that he shouldn't be one of the rabid detractors of something and every little thing put up-begin-of-opening-credits-to-"The Metamorph". There were some appreciative feedback from him on "The Bringers of Wonder" and the music of Derek Wadsworth. I am feeling somewhat less trepidatious concerning the documentary being helmed by Mr. Morris, than I did before watching the video. And i enjoyed the dialogue on "Dragon’s Domain". Many astute observations made in regards to the episode, and many aptly acknowledged comments concerning the impact that the episode had on younger viewers. I am supremely grateful to not have been a kind of eight- or nine-year-olds who watched "Dragon’s Domain" earlier than being privy to any data on what was going to happen. It will need to have been traumatic in the excessive to behold the monster ingesting and digesting and regurgitating the crew of the sick-fated Ultra Probe, at a tender age as young as eight or nine. Not knowing that it was going to happen and who was going to be eaten alive by a tentacled demon. I knew what was coming once i first noticed "Dragon’s Domain" in November of 1977 with my buddy Michael, who was additionally cognizant, made cognizant by me, of what was going to happen. Children who went into "Dragon’s Domain" in 1975 as "virgin viewers" had been scarred for all times, as is said within the dialogue in the video. The video. https://www.facebook.com/watch/dwell/?ref=watch_permalink&v=740540671404055 The other video is a rumination on the downfall of Looney Tunes in the public consciousness within the twenty-first century, and most particularly their lack of mainstream appeal at this time in 2023. Many "properly-taken" statements are made within the video about how the characters had been used in the "Hare Jordan", SpaceJam, and Looney Tunes: Back in Action days. They had been handled like the Muppets. An ensemble of many characters sharing the display collectively, interacting moderately like a household. There was even a Baby Looney Tunes television present. They weren't put within the adversarial pairings in historio-literary and trans-world situations that outlined a lot of the oeuvre that was the "Golden Age" of the cartoons, which the video producer does rightly specify as being put up-World War II and into the 1960s. I have to depart from him, nonetheless, in his lauding of the brand new Looney Tunes cartoons being concocted for HBO-Max. I am not a booster of those. They eschew the Chuck Jones, Friz Freleng, Robert McKimson designs and personas of the characters of post-1948 and select to hearken back to the appears to be like and behaviours of characters in Bob Clampett's cartoons of the early 1940s. Looks and behaviours that I intensely dislike. I judge them to be ugly and "off-placing", and bristle at seeing them being revived as the new default for the depictions of Bugs, et al.. I am also of the opinion that Mel Blanc can't be replaced and that the efforts to replicate his sublime success in voicing of the characters, all fall flat with a thud. And it didn't endear me to them to see one in all the brand new cartoons model Yosemite Sam as a Republican. Yeeech! The vintage cartoons of Warner Brothers steered away from politically pigeon-holing the characters. And that i appreciate that. Casting Yosemite Sam, a villain, within the Republican camp is a political assertion about American conservatives being villainous that's, for me, no less than, most unwelcome. The Bugs Bunny of yesteryear, if he have been to be politically aligned at all, wouldn't be in tandem with Democrats of right this moment. Bugs of the twentieth century was freedom-loving, an individualist, a illustration of the supremacy of particular person effort and also of the need of the individual to be left alone to go about his business. He upheld the sanctity of the American home, was unwilling to budge when the government informed him to yield to incursions upon his personal property by selections and operatives of city corridor. He was patriotic. He would not stand for the hectoring and bullying of "cancel tradition". If Bugs of previous had been to be in politics now, he can be a Republican. And not a Republican-in-Name-Only (RINO). But I am glad that he was not branded with a partisan affiliation, in the cartoons of Bugs that should really solely matter. The ones made in the twentieth century by Jones, Freleng, McKimson, and others. If the Looney Tunes characters have fallen out of the mainstream these previous twenty-some years, as the video laments, all that I say is, so be it. Relevance to the present tradition, that of the 2020s, is, it seems to me, not one thing to which to aspire. I feel the current culture to be repugnant. Awful. And i can not say that I was ever a fan of the tradition of the 2010s, the 2000s, and the 1990s both. The cartoons of Bugs Bunny and the other characters of Looney Tunes and Merrie Melodies, and the characters themselves, are creations of the twentieth century, and the twentieth century is the place, or when, they belong. If because of this audiences of in the present day, in being slavishly fixated on works of the current and solely the current, cast them aside and depart them behind, then I nod my head and clap in agreement. The video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVD-pndQftw All for in the present day. Saturday, October 21, 2023. The autumn weather this yr is miserable. Just one sunny day this week. Grey skies. Intermittent rain. No cold temperatures but. No frost. No snow. But snow and chilly are expected by all the weather forecasters to be coming sooner than normal this yr. I anticipate earlier than Remembrance Day. Back cowl to the 1982 VHS videocassette of Star Wars that I, in September of 1982, included into my assortment of videotape. I've been remembering the autumn of 1982 this 12 months. That was a nice autumn. Many sunny days. Warm temperatures. I remember playing baseball and hide and seek through most of October. And lots of a day coming dwelling on the bus from highschool with the sun shining and an episode of Spiderman keenly expected at 4:30. I remember watching and videotape-recording Spiderman on many afternoons when it was sunny. I remember being outdoors on Saturday engaged in the taking part in of a baseball recreation with buddies and associates who were being conversant with me over the videotape of Star Wars that I possessed from a September purchase, and coming dwelling for a noontime lunch and a watching of The Amazing Spider-Man/The Incredible Hulk hour on NBC. I remember the week of October leading to Saturday, the 23 being one wherein I videotape-recorded the Spiderman episodes, "Sky Harbor"/"The large Brainwasher", "Down to Earth", and "Blotto", as I used to be busy penning a short story for English class. There was unseasonably warm weather one November weekend, inflicting sign image interference on nearly each cable tv station on the Fredericton dial. Even CHSJ-Tv. The Spiderman episode, "Where Crawls the Lizard"/"Electro the Human Lightning Bolt", airing on a Monday, was marred by distinct signal interference ripples in the image, the day after I noticed a Voyagers! episode, "The Day the Rebs Took Lincoln", on NBC with intense image disruption. That November, I typically walked in warm weather to the Brookside Mall and the Book Mart store there to look at video collectors' magazines, a few of them from the U.K.. I also remember numerous Battlestar Galactica and Buck Rogers episodes being proven on Sundays from eight A.M. to 10 A.M., and me videotape-recording them, typically judging the signal interference to be unacceptable and discarding what I had captured on videocassette. I recall seeing The Martian Chronicles, Battle Beyond the Stars, and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Movie on tv. And i remember all the time hoping to be with my new greatest good friend, Joey. The snows got here in early December. After which, the winter of 1982-3 was a mild one. I don't recall very many snowstorms that year. There was snow on the ground via the winter, however not much of it. I have been having a look on the listings in La Presse for Plattsburgh, New York's WPTZ, Channel 5, which was an NBC-affiliated television station that aired Space: 1999 on Saturday evenings at 7 P.M. (Eastern Time) in 1975 and 1976. The primary three episodes of Space: 1999 to be shown on WPTZ have been "Breakaway", "End of Eternity", and "Voyager's Return". The three of them being telecast in September, 1975, by WPTZ. It is the primary time that I have ever seen "End of Eternity" airing so early in a run of Season 1. "Death's Other Dominion", usually one in every of the primary episodes of Season 1 to be provided, didn't air on WPTZ until December. It was proven between "The full Circle" and "Ring Around the Moon". The line-up of episodes for early 1976 was "Earthbound", "Another Time, Another Place", "The Infernal Machine", "Missing Link", "The Last Sunset", "Space Brain", and "The Troubled Spirit". Which tended to be the cluster of episodes that was the norm for mid-to-late in a run of Season 1 in most television markets. "End of Eternity" was repeated in March earlier than a rerun of "Breakaway". After the March repeat of "Breakaway" have been "Matter of Life and Death", "Collision Course", "Force of Life", "Alpha Child", "Mission of the Darians", "War Games", and "Voyager's Return". Sadly, there are lengthy strings of Saturdays with no episode specified. So, I can't provide a comprehensive broadcast historical past for Space: 1999 on WPTZ. But the primary episodes aired are an unusual combination for a first month of Space: 1999 that could be of curiosity to this Weblog's small cohort of readers. What few of them come to my Website with Space: 1999 in thoughts. My Website's visitors statistics proceed to disappoint. There does not look like any end in sight to the drought. Before the stoop, I was toying with the thought of really making a brand new Web web page or two. I used to be pondering of writing one on the Peanuts television specials. Those of the Vince Guaraldi era, at the least. Before the television specials appeared to fall off of the rails. Not just with regard to music, however ideas, and requirements and practices. Somehow, Charles Schulz and associates seemed to "lose the plot", because it had been, someday around 1977. Bizarre issues were finished. Showing the Little Red-Haired Girl's face. Lucy pulling the football away from Charlie Brown in an precise recreation in entrance of spectators who ought to have been capable of see that it was her inflicting him to overlook the kick. Charlie Brown being life of a get together after a gulp of punch. Perennial loser at all sports Charlie Brown being chosen to be a Decathlon participant. Snoopy being allowed to drive motor automobiles. For real, i.e. real in the Peanuts universe, and not in a flight of fancy. Snoopy having magical powers. "Flashbeagle". Adult conversation actually being intelligible to the viewer. And so forth. Curiously, the Peanuts television specials misplaced their sheen round the same time that I moved from Douglastown to Fredericton. 1977 was a watershed 12 months in so some ways. Anyway, I was toying with the idea. But the motivation to proceed eludes me. I just don't assume that my Website has a shiny future. What I'm seeing now is representative of a a lot diminished curiosity in twentieth century leisure, twentieth century life, among the many populace. And that i don't envisage any turnaround. And Webcasts like those to which I Hyperlinked in final Weblog entry, are what is attracting the attention of the minority of people who find themselves stalwartly concerned with entertainment of yesteryear. An internet site, and most particularly one with my specific sensibilities and idiosyncracies, is simply not going to "make the minimize". It seems. Tuesday, October 24, 2023. Website updates first. Not much. I inserted an image of "Tugboat Granny" into a collage of photographs of Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour episode eighteen amidst my recollections of January, 1974, that image being an enchancment over what was present there previously. On McCorry's Memoirs Era 2. I'm also doing a little digital "cleansing" of the pictures of covers to Gold Key Comics' Looney Tunes on this Weblog. Returning to my feedback final Weblog entry, I ought so as to add that Snoopy did drive a motor vehicle in 1975's You're an excellent Sport, Charlie Brown within the Vince Guaraldi era. So, his conducting of motor-powered means of transport did not originate submit-1977. Granted. It was a primary sign, I suppose, of a slipping of the conventions of Peanuts on television. But in its defence, I might enterprise to say that Snoopy drove a motorcycle in You're an excellent Sport, Charlie Brown on dirt trails only. Not a car on a paved street. And he did it in his Masked Marvel persona, which could provide some leeway in portraying Snoopy as a succesful operator of a motor-powered human conveyance. If he have been to do it as Snoopy, the other characters might need reacted most disapprovingly. Maybe. Maybe not. Nevertheless it does not appear as egregious a subversion of Peanuts convention as Snoopy driving a automobile in France, in full information of the other Peanuts characters, them being passengers in the automobile, in What Have We Learned, Charie Brown? (1983). News is sparse. Filming has begun on The Eagle Has Landed, with Mr. Morris interviewing a fan of Space: 1999 in Martinsville, Indiana. Discussion about LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice has stopped on Blu-Ray.com Forum. The release date for LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 has been delayed a couple of weeks. The fault in my Blu-Ray disc of "The Five Doctors" in Doctor WHO- The collection- SEASON 20, exists also on a replacement Blu-Ray disc that I acquired- and on the Blu-Ray discs of different customers of the product. It's an authoring glitch of some kind, or a run of defective Blu-Ray discs on the meeting line. And visitors statistics for my Website proceed to be disappointing. I can not "rule out" the chance that my writings about politics and a sure pharmaceutical product, have soured a few of my regular readers. I can not help that. I'm compelled to comment on the state of affairs in Canada, being a involved citizen of the nation. And it is of import to the persevering with life of this Website and its author. Some folks will point to uptake of "boosters" being very low among the population. And also to the political polls exhibiting the Conservative Party having a commanding lead over the J.T. occasion. But Canada is one scare-mongering regimen and one set of "lock-downs" and one "jab" mandate away from resuming its path towards punishing the not-"jabbed" with jail time or whatever the glorious leader decrees to be applicable to those people for whom tolerance by "the herd" is to be questioned. And whatever the polls are saying, J.T. and his authorities are curiously unconcerned about potential loss in an election. It does seem that J.T. is aware of that he is not going anywhere until his assigned job by his idol, Mr. Schwab, is dropped at completion. He was chosen to helm the "take-down" of Canada, and no pesky election will cease him. So, what do I feel goes to happen? I cannot put anything past the J.T. Liberals. It is feasible that they have one other Robert Ringma "up their sleeve", ready to spring upon the electorate within the final days of the lead-up to an election, something that will torpedo a Conservative victory, as Mr. Ringma's remarks did in 2004. Their news media lapdogs will see to it that the utmost damage might be sustained by the Conservative marketing campaign. Or perhaps they're planning to create a disaster and then say that an election would be imprudent under that disaster, and delay it indefinitely. A conflict, perhaps. Or one other pandemic. Maybe they are expecting a convenient resurgence of COVID-19 on the opportune time. Or it could possibly be that there shall be a lot division and strife within the country that an election shall be declared an unsafe proposition. The Israel-Hamas battle could be the powder keg to incite such division and strife, on the streets of Canada. Matters could also be so volatile by 2025, that an election might be postponed, or outright cancelled. Or perhaps, crew J.T. will permit the election to go ahead, and there can be a pair hundred thousand mail-in ballots going uncounted, "swinging" the election of their favour. Or maybe they'll enable the Poilievre-led Conservative Party to win a minority variety of seats, after which hold fingers with the new Democratic Party to deny to Poilievre the chance to form authorities. Or maybe, just possibly, they are going to permit Poilievre to win a majority authorities after which declare the election consequence invalid. Saying that the election result's the product of an "Alt-Right" conspiracy to subvert democracy. And pointing fingers on the Trump MAGA motion within the U.S. and proclaiming that there was overseas election interference from the Trump motion. Trump being Trump, I have no doubt that he will "fireplace his mouth off" in such a approach that J.T. will be capable to weave the election interference "narrative" to convince enough gullible Canadians to go along with it with the utmost zeal. If a sizable cohort of Canadians respond to the denied victory with unrest or open rebellion, out comes the Emergency Act again. This time staying firmly in place indefinitely. Martial Law, suspension of all human rights, and full-on tyranny. Forced "jabbing", compulsory euthanasia for the allegedly insane dissidents, the whole 9 yards. It does look to me that Canada has been checkmated. Whatever occurs now, supreme chief J.T. is not going anyplace. The Poilievre Conservatives are a mechanism of false hope, to lose in some way in 2025 and to induce the best degree of demoralisation and resentment, division, and strife. I pray that none of this involves go, however it all appears to be like plausible to me, each postulate, below the situations that prevail in Canada and its Western allies right this moment. J.T. and his retinue appear curiously "cocky" within the face of, for them, dire polling numbers. I do not assume that they intend ever to relinquish power, whatever happens. To be clear. I don't wish for there to be rebellion. I am not calling for it. But who knows what Canadians will do when it turns into clear as crystal to them that J.T. cannot be defeated electorally? I pray that it does not happen, as a result of it will definitely lead to the invocation of the Emergency Act. J.T.'s ace in the hole. And then, Canada and the rights of its individual residents will probably be truly finished, "performed for", or, as they say in French, "fichus". "Nous sommes fichus." And we're being systematically estranged from the rest of the world. Isolated. In order that no one will come to our rescue and even converse out in opposition to what is going on within our borders. Canada can be a hermit state. And totalitarian and impoverished in bitterly chilly weather and completely miserable (whereas pretending to be glad, proudly owning "nussing"). No doubt about it. I am completely "black-pilled". Thursday, October 26, 2023. Website updates to report. My good friend, Michel, has equipped me with documentation sent to him in 1977, from Radio-Canada, delineating the meant broadcast sequence of Canada's French CBC television community, of episodes of Cosmos 1999, for each the 1975-6 run of Season 1 Cosmos 1999 and the 1976-7 airing of both Cosmos 1999 seasons. From this, I now have what I imagine to be the true broadcast data for Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada in 1975-6. Where La Presse information conflicts with it, as is the case with telecasts in September, 1975, I decide to go along with the Radio-Canada documentation. The second episode of Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada in 1975, was indeed "Un Autre Royaume de la Mort", not "Collision inevitable". And the third was "L'Enfant d'Alfa". "Collision inevitable" aired in November, the twelfth episode shown. I have up to date the broadcast history part of The Space: 1999 Page accordingly. I expect that this shall be the final replace of the broadcast histories the place Cosmos 1999 is concerned, as I've a definitive source of data. And i doubt that I will ever have comprehensive data for the Rouyn-Noranda Radio-Canada affiliate, CKRN, assuming that it ever, at any time, did air Cosmos 1999. My most heartfelt due to Michel. Here is copy of the documentation pertaining to 1975-6, for the readers of this Weblog to behold. Other updates. My Era three memoirs now have a photograph of the Fredericton York Street prepare station in 1978, to accompany my memories of the journey by practice to Toronto undertaken by my mother and father and that i in February, 1978. And I've mated it with a 1970s photograph of a CN passenger prepare. And that i moved the 1985 photograph of similar prepare station that had been amidst my recollections of the 1978 trek to Toronto, to Era 4, to go along with my reminiscences of the train rides to Toronto by my mom and that i, in November, 1984, and now have added to similar Era 4 memoirs, some new photos representing my keep in a hotel in Mississauga and shopping excursions in central Toronto in November of 1984, along with some new text remembering experiences in the Greater Toronto Area in similar month. All for at present. Tuesday, October 31, 2023. Snow. Snow. Snow. Snowing earlier than Halloween. Of course it's. The Earth is becoming more and more warmer, right? And today, the snow that fell yesterday, mostly didn't melt below the midday solar. And so, the youngsters are trick-or-treating this evening amidst the whiteness of snow. "Are they singing 'Jungle Bells' while they collect Halloween sweet?" I asked considered one of my neighbours. My neighbours laughed at my sardonic wit. Over the previous few days, I have been busy adding CBC broadcast history info to The Space: 1999 Page. There's now a bit of CBC broadcast historical past for the Toronto region, including CBLT- Toronto, CBET- Windsor, CKVR- Barrie, CKNX- Wingham, CFPL- London, and CHEX- Peterborough. With some attention-grabbing preemptions. "Mission of the Darians" on February 4, 1978, was unseen in the Greater Toronto Area and most of Ontario outside of the Ottawa area, whereas everyone else in Canada had occasion to observe the Alphans aboard the S.S. Daria that day. CBET determined in September of 1977, that it had shown Space: 1999 enough, having aired Season 1 in 1975-6 and having been part of the complete-television-network run of Season 2 in 1976-7. CBET opted out of the CBC Television coast-to-coast dissemenation of Season 1 in 1977-8. I managed to seek out some newspaper sources of tv listings for southern Ontario, from which I procured the info. I additionally found North Bay Nugget, availing to me tv listings for CBC-affiliated CFCL-Tv- Timmins, Ontario, and its re-transmitters, CHNB- North Bay, Ontario and CKNC- Sudbury, Ontario. The CFCL information is now incorporated into my CBC Ottawa-Montreal-Quebec City Region Stations section, as channel 6a. And with the assistance of my good friend, Michel, I have information on CKRN- Rouyn-Noranda, Quebec, and Cosmos 1999. Michel knowledgeable me of getting seen Cosmos 1999 on CKRN in 1976-7 on a Saturday night while at his grandparents' place in Rouyn-Noranda. Also, my researches with North Bay Nugget and one other newspaper, The Val d'Or Star, have shown that CKRN aired the Radio-Canada 5 P.M. weekday programming in 1973 and in early 1979. Television collection equivalent to Alerte dans l'espace, Daktari, and Daniel Boone, shown at 5 P.M. on CBFT in 1973, aired at same hour on CKRN. And L'Heure de pointe, Radio-Canada's weekdays at 5 P.M. offering in early 1979, was also on CKRN. Probability subsequently is that CKRN aired Cosmos 1999 at 5 P.M. on Mondays in 1975-6. Unless information to the contrary comes my approach, I will go along with this for now. My CBC broadcast histories for Space: 1999 are actually nearing completion. And but again, no report of any Saturday morning showings of Space: 1999- Season 2 in Canada. Thou loutish, falsehood-spewing Space: 1999 followers of the Season 2-hating selection, one thing more to stick into pipes for smoking. Updates to The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page include a reformatting of CBC broadcast history and a few adjustments to the preamble of such broadcast history. Toronto region info is now included also for CBC broadcasts of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Interestingly, CBLT was Toronto's channel 6 earlier than altering to channel 5 in 1972. I also added broadcast history for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour on CFCL to The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page. All for at present. I've some news concerning The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity" and a Blu-Ray launch thereof, that I will share next Weblog entry. Friday, November 3, 2023. Numerous objects to report and upon which to comment as we speak. Onward I go. Indefatigable, even in the face of ever declining accesses of my Web pages by individuals as opposed to robots ("bots"). My Web pages for The Bugs Bunny Show, The Road Runner Show, The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show, and The Pink Panther Show have had their episode information sections reformatted, to have all uses of the television sequence' title put in bold lettering. Early 1970s tv station identification card for CJIC-Tv, a CBC Television affiliate broadcaster in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario. More additions to my CBC broadcast histories for each Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. For each Web pages, there is now a piece for CBC northern Ontario affiliates, them being CHNB- North Bay, CJIC- Sault Ste. Marie, and CKNC- Sudbury. And i moved CFCL- Timmins from the Ottawa-Montreal-Quebec City Region part over to the newly minted one, to sit down alongside its fellow northern Ontario fidelity-to-CBC broadcasters. I also did a seek for a Thunder Bay CBC Television station and found nothing. Thunder Bay was served, says Wikipedia, by a re-transmitter for CBLT- Toronto. And Kenora, the westernmost principality of Ontario, acquired its CBC Television programming by means of a re-transmitter for CBWT- Winnipeg. I imagine that I've accounted for the distribution of the CBC Television signal betwixt 1969 and 1978 by way of the province of Ontario. Places not specified were served by re-broadcasters for one in all the tv stations mentioned within the broadcast histories. I am also planning to go to the college library in Fredericton and its microfiche part, to see if there are newspapers accessible there for the Rouyn-Noranda space, in order that I might have conclusive data as to how much that CKRN broadcast Cosmos 1999. It is possible. I did find newspapers for Charlottetown, Summerside, and Amherst there. Places of a comparable dimension, I would guess, to Rouyn-Noranda. But, of course, they are closer to Fredericton. While I'm there, I'll try to search out some Newfoundland newspapers too. I do want to be thorough in my broadcast histories, prolonged although such parts of my Web pages already are. Newfoundland and Labrador are conspicuously missing from the broadcast histories for each Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. Maybe I can remediate that. Knowing all that I now do, what would I say would be the worst place in Canada for a fan of Space: 1999? Is it nonetheless New Brunswick with the capricious CHSJ-Tv? No. New Brunswickers had been no less than capable of view each episode at least as soon as. The identical can't be said for some places within the western provinces that had been denied occasion to see "The Testament of Arkadia", and also components of northern Ontario, for which "Mission of the Darians" was to not be seen on both of the two days in which it was shown by CBC Television in 1978. CHSJ shouldn't be absolved from a place of dubious honour in service to the followers of Space: 1999. It did preempt the television show six occasions, no much less, in 1976-8. It additionally videotape-delayed another broadcast (of "Dragon's Domain") to a time when not each enthusiast for Space: 1999 may be watching, for lack of consciousness that the videotape-delayed episode showing, could be at a particular time in lieu of another television programme (Walt Disney). And it truncated quite a few episodes with excess of inserted commercials into advertisement intervals. What could be the best place in Canada for aficionados of Space: 1999? It could be Manitoba. Manitoba saw Season 1 in 1975-6. Manitoba saw every episode not less than once in the CBC Television full-community engagement with Space: 1999 between 1976 and 1978. But I feel it extra likely to have been Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island. All episodes have been seen there at least once between 1976 and 1978. And often, the broadcasts were scheduled earlier than stay sports broadcasts, meaning that there can be no joining already in progress, of any broadcast episode, as a result of an overlong sports activities occasion airing prior. The only exception to this was "Dragon's Domain" on 12 November, 1977. There may have been numerous different joinings-in-progress on CBC Television stations in locations west of the japanese Maritimes. Baseball games preceded "The Exiles" and "Journey to Where" in Quebec and Ontario in autumn of 1976. And a school soccer recreation was proven earlier than "Force of Life" in similar provinces on 8 October, 1977. Also, CBHT, CBIT, CBCT, CBC Maritimes, aired first season Space: 1999 in 1975-6, though late at night time, previous the bedtimes of the youngsters. And reran both seasons on Sunday mornings between 1983 and 1985, doing so earlier than the removal of episodes "Breakaway", "War Games", "Collision Course", "Black Sun", "The Metamorph", and "Space Warp" from the tv series bundle (later regional repeats in other CBC Television markets were lacking these episodes). And a couple of instances, with CHSJ videotape-delaying certain broadcasts, individuals in Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island with access to CHSJ in addition to CBHT, CBIT, or CBCT, were in a position to twice partake in watching a selected CBC displaying of Space: 1999. Yes. I might say that Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island were the locations to be, for anyone in Canada whose imagination was firmly gripped by the odyssey of Moonbase Alpha. As to Cosmos 1999, I might say that the best place in Canada for seeing that, was somewhere within the Montreal-to-Sherbrooke corridor. Any place where one may see Cosmos 1999 on CBFT- Montreal and later see it videotape-delayed on CKSH- Sherbrooke or CKTM- Trois Rivieres. I am also within the process of researching the broadcasting of Space: 1999 in Saskatchewan in 1975-6. My findings are that CKOS- Yorkton aired Space: 1999 in that tv broadcasting year on Wednesday evenings at 7 P.M.. Presumably on videotape-delay from CBKT- Regina. What this means is that R.M. Kozan's Breakaway: 1977's Friday evening at 10 P.M. airtime for Space: 1999 on CKOS in autumn of 1975, is fiction. And whether it is fiction, is the order of episodes aired by CKOS in the guide, fiction, also? Maybe. Maybe not. I lack knowledge from newspapers on episodes shown on CKOS. All that I've are the airtimes. But my recommendation could be the administering of several dashes of salt with regard to airdates for certain episodes stated within the e book. Mr. Kozan's entire work may be fictional. Apart from the truth that CKOS did air Space: 1999 in 1975-6. That much is verifiable. Publicity images of the Space: 1999 first season episode, "Death's Other Dominion", that were within the pictures section of the Pocket Books version of the Space: 1999 episode novelisation ebook, Collision Course, written by E.C. Tubb. "Death's Other Dominion" may have aired in French someday within the 1975-6 tv season on CBKT in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, on Saturday morning. CBKT- Regina showed Space: 1999 in 1975-6 on Saturday afternoons at three o'clock. Sometimes following live sports broadcasts, which may have been problematic, where seeing an episode from its graduation was concerned. And it additionally aired Cosmos 1999 at eight A.M. on Saturdays in 1975-6. Yes. CBKT aired a number of the Radio-Canada roster of tv programming, at times of its choosing, for francophones residing in southern Saskatchewan. And Cosmos 1999 was among what Radio-Canada television programmes had been being sourced by CBKT. Interesting. So, the little tykes in Regina in their pyjamas munching their Saturday A.M. Rice Krispies, Fruit Loops, or Apple Jacks, have been watching first season episodes of Space: 1999 in French. Episodes comparable to "Death's Other Dominion", "Force of Life", "The Troubled Spirit", and "Dragon's Domain". My Regina contact a few years ago mentioned that he watched Space: 1999 on Saturday morning within the 1975-6 tv broadcasting season. But he was in error as to what the language of the spectacular house opus it was that he was watching. He saw Cosmos 1999. Not, as he said, Space: 1999. That is not an error that I might have made, however, then, possibly my memory is atypical amongst the followers of Space: 1999. My tastes and sensibilities certainly are. Cosmos 1999 aired in Regina in 1976-7, however on Saturday evening, because it did in Quebec and the eastern Maritimes. By then, Regina had a Radio-Canada tv channel. Fascinating "stuff". And I'm not completed yet in my researches. Anderson Entertainment has announced an upcoming Blu-Ray launch for The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity". I have previously written of my high regard for that production for television by Gerry Anderson Productions. It is a runner-as much as Space: 1999 in my estimation relating to the spirit of house exploration and discovery in the works of Gerry Anderson and his staff. I fancy it a lot more than I do UFO. One glimpse of the Moon apart, it might simply fit within the Space: 1999 universe, happening some years after the occasions of the "Breakaway" episode of Space: 1999. The unique movie elements of The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity" no longer exist, and Anderson Entertainment has commissioned using an Artificial Intelligence (AI) process that may boost the definition of an NTSC (or PAL) videotape to replicate, somewhat, the look of a film transferred to High Definition video. Any improvement over the DVD of The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity" will be keenly appreciated by me. I actually intend to buy this Blu-Ray. It's a assured sale to me with just the principle content, but there is also the bonus of a "making-of" documentary (with interviews with the surviving performing cast members, Nick Tate, Brian Blessed, and Katherine Levy), and an audio commentary with Brian Blessed and Katherine Levy. And also an archive interview with Derek Wadsworth, who composed the music for each The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity" and second season Space: 1999. I hope to have this Blu-Ray for Christmas, if its launch is imminent over the following month and a half. Sunday, November 5, 2023. Yesterday morning, I went to the Harriet Irving Library on University of latest Brunswick campus, in quest of preservations on microfiche of newspapers of the Rouyn-Noranda area of Quebec and northeastern Ontario, and of the province of Newfoundland and Labrador. I "got here up empty" in the primary regard, and met success within the second. I found issues of The Evening Telegram of St. John's, Newfoundland for all weeks between September of 1976 and September of 1978, and with them have accomplished a CBC broadcast history for Space: 1999 in Newfoundland and Labrador. It is now on The Space: 1999 Page. At a later date I will endeavour to do a CBC broadcast historical past for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour in Newfoundland and Labrador too. I used to be unsuccessful at finding data on CKRN- Rouyn-Noranda, however my buddy, Michel, has "come by means of" for me again. He has discovered tv listings confirming that CKRN aired Cosmos 1999 Mondays at 5 P.M. in 1975-6. With these new developments, the CBC broadcast history section of The Space: 1999 Page, is much nearer to completion. Every one of the ten Canadian provinces is now represented. And virtually all CBC Television stations are accounted-for. I have continued researching the 1975-6 broadcast 12 months for Space: 1999 in Canada, and have encountered some very fascinating information, which I'll share when next I do a Weblog entry. Tuesday, November 7, 2023. Work continues on CBC broadcast histories. Yesterday, I at last discovered newspaper tv listings for the Terrace, British Columbia CBC affiliate, CFTK, for all years between 1969 and 1978. My Web pages for each The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Space: 1999, are actually up to date with full CFTK CBC broadcast histories for the 2 television exhibits. And i even have found listings for the Pembroke, Ontario CBC affiliate, CHOV/CHRO, so as to add to both The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page and The Space: 1999 Page. CHOV had a troubled historical past and had a change of owners and call letters in 1977 within the midst of the run of Space: 1999. Listings for it were erratic. I needed to go together with chance reasonably than certainty in a few of the notations. I've delved further into that, for me, phantom yr of Space: 1999's availability on tv in Canada, 1975-6. As is thought to my Website's more devoted readers, I used to be oblivious to the existence of Space: 1999 by means of many of the 1975-6 tv broadcasting yr. It didn't air on CKCD, the CBC affiliate serving the place the place I then lived, the Miramichi region of latest Brunswick. I noticed no promotion of it in autumn of 1975 on CBC Television as viewable on CKCD. Naturally not, as CBC Television was not within the habit of promoting non-full-community programming during full-network broadcasts (which was what CKCD tended only to indicate- and typically not even that). Although space had undoubtedly caught my curiosity with a film that I had seen in school during Grade three (1974-5) and, after all, the off-the-Earth exploits of Rocket Robin Hood, Spidey, and Bugs Bunny, my eyes never locked onto an inventory in newspaper tv guides for Cosmos 1999 in 1975-6. Not that it might have mattered if they'd, because in New Brunswick, on CBAFT, Cosmos 1999 in 1975-6 was shown on Tuesday afternoons when I was in class. Tv Guide magazine, by the best way, was not in my field of sight until summer of 1976, months after Radio-Canada had suspended Cosmos 1999 telecasts after having aired the entirety of Season 1. Although I used to be a collector of comedian books in 1976, I by no means once saw any of Charlton Comics' Space: 1999 comic books on the shelves of Gallivan's Bookstore in Newcastle. Or wherever else. I was totally unaware of Space: 1999's existence. And when i did finally see some of it, in summer season of 1976 with a distant tv station's displaying of "The Infernal Machine", I did not know what I was watching. I had come into it about half of the way in which through it. I saw a disembodied something or different shouting, holding three folks captive, and "blowing things up". Most of the episode transpired on the Gwent spaceship; so, I saw virtually nothing of Moonbase Alpha. It was troublesome to tell where in the cosmos the events have been occurring. On the Moon or some other planet. And I suppose that it was as a result of poor image reception that the Eagles and the face of Martin Landau didn't imprint upon me in any respect. When i saw promotions on CBC in August of 1976 for Space: 1999 mentioned to be premiering that autumn, I presumed Space: 1999 to be an entirely new television manufacturing. As I had known the television series of Planet of the Apes to have been two years previous. My pal, Evie, who, like me, had a television aerial tower, mentioned that he had someday before seen Space: 1999. I don't remember fairly how I processed that. When i saw "Breakaway" on 11 September, 1976, I believed that I was watching one thing newly minted. I made no connection at all with my earlier sight of "The Infernal Machine". It was not until I found Cosmos 1999 on 16 October, 1976 and noticed a few of the primary season episode, "Earthbound", that I was aware that there had been an earlier season. The more that my researches reveal, the extra evident that it's to me, that my experience with Space: 1999 was exceedingly unusual for a Canadian. Northern New Brunswick was an anomoly. Just about everywhere else had a CBC Television station, owned and operated by the CBC or a privately owned affiliate, that confirmed Space: 1999 in 1975-6. Or, in Toronto's case, an impartial tv station airing the television sequence. Or had entry, by cable tv, to American broadcasters operating the encounters of the Alpha Moonbase. And the francophone province of Quebec noticed Cosmos 1999 on both Monday or Saturday late within the afternoon in 1975-6. Within the Miramichi area, I had had none of that. Fate had remoted me from Space: 1999 through autumn of 1975, winter of 1975-6, and spring of 1976. And, "The Infernal Machine" aside, via many of the summer of 1976, until I had my earliest sights of CBC Television promotions for Space: 1999 for autumn of 1976. Television station identification for the CBC Television affiliate, CHOV, of Pembroke, Ontario, Canada. CHOV broadcast Space: 1999 in 1975-6 and was viewable within the Canadian capital metropolis, Ottawa. Oddly, the Toronto CBC Television station, CBLT, didn't present Space: 1999 in 1975-6, however an independent tv channel in close by Hamilton, one CHCH-Tv, did. Broadcasting rights do tend to be exclusive to 1 explicit community or channel protecting a selected geographical area. CBC evidently had the rights. CHCH was not affiliated with the CBC in any manner in 1975-6. So, how is it that it aired Space: 1999? The logical inference is that CHCH one way or the other had secured the rights to air Space: 1999 inside its over-the-air signal vary, in the Greater Toronto Area that included Hamilton, earlier than the CBC had acquired the rights to broadcast of Space: 1999 in Canada. The CBC may air Space: 1999 however not within the Greater Toronto Area. CBLT needed to defer to CHCH within the rights to air the tv show but nonetheless could transmit it out to the CBC affiliates by the remainder of Ontario, to air at any time when they saw fit. And most of them did. CKVR- Barrie aired it on Saturday morning. Yes, Saturday morning. Season 1. Not Season 2. On Saturday morning. More for these Space: 1999 followers hostile to my perspective, to stuff into the pipe to smoke. Others aired it at 7 P.M. on a weekday evening. CHEX- Peterborough aired it on a weekday afternoon before the night information. As is thought on my Web page for Space: 1999, CBET- Windsor, aired Space: 1999 on Saturdays at 7 P.M.. Curiously, CBOT- Ottawa did not air Space: 1999 in 1975-6, to the better of my knowledge, however CHOV- Pembroke did, and it was receivable in Ottawa both over the air and on cable television. And Cosmos 1999 was viewable there. Quebeckers were not supplied with Space: 1999 on Montreal's CBMT and Quebec City's CKMI in 1975-6, but that they had Cosmos 1999 generously served to them on one thing of a silver platter. Nova Scotians and Prince Edward Islanders saw Space: 1999 on Mondays late at night. And most of them had the option of watching it videotape-delayed on CHSJ on Fridays at 6:30 P.M.. Yes, CHSJ in Saint John in southern New Brunswick aired Season 1 Space: 1999 in 1975-6. Which, again, I was fairly oblivious-to, not even noticing it in the tv listings. And folks of Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, and New Brunswick who have been so fortunate as to have cable television may additionally see Space: 1999 in 1975-6 on television channels from Maine in the U.S.. This was how Frederictonians noticed the tv present in 1975-6, together with my erstwhile buddy, David B.. In 1975-6, CHSJ was on all television screens in Fredericton with crystal-clear reception, both over the air or on cable television. Whereas within the Miramichi, CHSJ then had no re-transmitter, and when the winds blew as they typically did from the northwest, CHSJ's sign was fairly weak in the Miramichi and places to its north. In 1975-6. CKCD was our supplier then of CBC programming with pin-sharp image high quality. Until October of 1976 when CHSJ installed a re-transmitter in Newcastle, and CKCD turned totally ATV/CTV in affiliation. My attention to CHSJ in 1975-6 was nearly non-existent. I can not remember watching it at all in that television broadcasting year. I have no idea but about Space: 1999 in 1975-6 in Newfoundland and Labrador. Out west, Manitobans saw Space: 1999 in 1975-6 on CBWT- Winnipeg. People of Saskatchewan could see Space: 1999 on CBKT- Regina, CKOS- Yorkton, CKBI- Prince Albert, and CKSA- Lloydminster. Airtimes variable. And I know that CKTK- Terrace, in British Columbia, aired Space: 1999 in 1975-6 on Tuesday night at 7 P.M. Probably on videotape-delay from CBUT- Vancouver. I do not learn about Alberta but. It may have been as a result of CHCH's broadcast rights expired and CBLT was ultimately able to indicate Space: 1999 in the Greater Toronto Area starting September, 1976, that Space: 1999 was then designated full-network, and "Breakaway" on eleven September, 1976, was mentioned in Tv Guide to be a "debut". Though a lot of the nation had already had ample occasion to see Space: 1999 though its more acclaimed season. The season that nearly everyone prefers, often to the sheer exclusion of any favourable regard for the other. Any much as I hate to have to say it, my countrymen are in that same boat as the other detractors of Season 2 within the U.S., the U.K., France, et cetera. Only the freakish individuals of new Brunswick's north exterior of the vary of Quebec's telecasts of Cosmos 1999 at a not-throughout-school airtime, are the outliers. Except, maybe, for Newfoundland and a few areas of Alberta. But my analysis is incomplete. Rather miserable to see simply how atypical that I am, even within the borders of my country, as a follower of Space: 1999. I guess that it is as ubiquitous in Canada as it is everywhere, the predisposition to antipathy towards second season. Right from the very begin of "The Metamorph" that day in September of 1976. Why, why, why was I condemned to having my imprinting by Space: 1999 be performed first primarily by the episodes of second season? It was before my Karma curse of 1977. So, why was I so unlucky as to be ignored of the bandwagon of the Season 1-seen-first multitudes? Why? Why? Why? After which mated with Season 2 within the socially greatest 12 months of my life? Things for me to ruminate about as another bleak November is upon me. I have some episode information for CHCH- Hamilton. "Breakaway" aired first, of course. On Sunday, September 7, 1975 at 5:30 P.M.. After which, on subsequent Sundays, it was "War Games", "Death's Other Dominion", "Collision Course", "Force of Life", "Alpha Child", "Guardian of Piri", "Dragon's Domain", "Mission of the Darians", "Black Sun", "End of Eternity", "Voyager's Return", then two weeks of preemptions, then "Another Time, Another Place", "The Infernal Machine", "Ring Across the Moon", and "Missing Link". A well-known episode order, that. Statistics of visits to my Website by actual individuals, not "bots", continue to disappoint. Evidently, my newest work on broadcast histories isn't a lot of a "draw". Updates of Website to report. I added a couple of clusters of photographs to The Space: 1999 Page and improved upon a picture from the 1963 Littlest Hobo episode, "One, Last Rose", on The Littlest Hobo Page. My researches of Space: 1999 broadcasts in Canada pre-September 11, 1976, have continued. I am in the means of assembling an inventory of CBC-owned-and-operated and CBC-affiliated television stations to have aired Space: 1999 in 1975-6. And included within the listing would be the unbiased Canadian tv stations that broadcast Space: 1999 in 1975-6. For Space: 1999 in 1975-6, I still lack info for Newfoundland and Labrador. I need time to go to the Harriet Irving Library's microfiche part, for that. And a broadcast history for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour in Newfoundland and Labrador, is of upper priority for me now. Once I have that accomplished, if completion if it is feasible (I cannot "take without any consideration" that it's), then I'll prepare my eyes on St. John's newspaper The Evening Telegram for notation of 1975-6 broadcasting of Space: 1999. Before I end my Weblog entry for in the present day, I'll share with this Weblog's readers more documentation, by Radio-Canada, of the CBC French television community intentions within the airing of Cosmos 1999. This time, for autumn of 1976 and winter of 1976-7. Without additional adieu, right here it's. Again, my most heartfelt gratitude to Michel for offering these paperwork. I don't have any additional data on the coming Blu-Ray launch of The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity", however in anticipation of it I used to be anal-retentively rearranging the DVDs and Blu-Rays on my shelf in a bid to discover a for-all-time-satisfying placement for The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity", and Journey to the Far Side of the Sun, relative to Space: 1999. I choose to recant my earlier ruminations for inserting Journey to the Far Side of the Sun into the Space: 1999 universe. I choose to not regard it as happening in a publish-"Breakaway" world. On additional reflection, I realised that the lack of synthetic gravity on the space probe within the film, tends to render the space flight technicalities in the film incompatible with 1999 and put up-1999 in Space: 1999. Unless one supposes that there was a moratorium on the use of synthetic gravity for some motive. Here is what I now assume. It might "blow the thoughts" of some folks. Journey to the Far Side of the Sun is an inside-the-Space: 1999-universe movie for public consumption. Made at the Harlington-Straker movie studios someday in the late 1970s, in the bid to determine the film studio "cover" for S.H.A.D.O. operations. Col. Ed Straker, Col. Alec Freeman, Dr. Doug Jackson, Ford, and Miss Eland, all play supporting roles in the film. The lead actors, Roy Thinnes, Ian Hendry, Patrick Wymark, and female actresses Lynn Loring and Loni Van Friedl, are professional thespians throughout the Space: 1999 universe. It really works, does it not? It also explains the asesthetic of Journey to the Far Side of the Sun being so very similar to that of UFO. The flight of the Altares in the Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity", on the other hand, is an precise area flight mission in the Space: 1999 universe. I select to place it as I did a few 12 months ago, someday within the early twenty-first century. In an early twenty-first century a darned sight better than the one that exists in actuality. All for today, Friday, November 10, 2023. Monday, November 13, 2023. Forty-six years in the past this night, I was being collected by my mother and father at the Fredericton S.M.T. bus depot after my trip on the bus from Newcastle to Fredericton after my Remembrance Day weekend's stay in Douglastown with my pal, Michael. It was a warmer day then than in the present day. Warm sufficient to rain, the rain inflicting condensation on the bus windows. The man sitting beside me on the bus' again seat a number of occasions wiping the condensation from the window. Oh, so way back. So way back. My dad and mom very much alive and not very previous. Me in my childhood years. My childhood friend, Michael, and i still very close friends, still greatest friends, almost three months after the McCorry transfer from Douglastown to Fredericton. Space: 1999 still in its heyday, regardless of manufacturing of it having ceased. I count on that thousands, a whole bunch of thousands, perhaps even a million, Canadian youngsters have been speaking about having seen that Saturday the episode with a one-eyed, people-consuming, shrieking alien octopus in a spaceship graveyard. That heyday is so very, very far up to now now. My Space: 1999 Web web page receives but one visit on a given day, if that. My work of late on Space: 1999 CBC broadcast histories has yielded no recorded augmentation in Internet traffic for that Web page. There was an uptick in visit to my Littlest Hobo Web web page, and that is all. Did a certain episode of Corner Gas referencing The Littlest Hobo air once more recently? Probably. Prompting some individuals who haven't any inkling of the age of the Hobo television series, or an awareness of the life expectancy of a German shepherd, to go looking the Internet with the question of, "Is the Littlest Hobo dog nonetheless alive?" And finding my Web page. As regular, no one ventures additional into my Website. Why ought to they? Nothing I write on my Web pages for particular tv reveals ever piques anybody's curiosity sufficient to delve deeper into what my Website affords. Oh, I am always glum this time of year. I hate it. I hate the gloomy gray skies and raw air, the leafless trees, nobody being round on my street to talk with, and coming residence from work in full nighttime darkness, walking within the evenings at midnight. Knowing that spring couldn't be farther away. My dad and mom being lifeless, Christmas holds no which means for me now as a phenomenon of current-day . Apart from a while away from work, a turkey dinner, and eventually a start to days gaining daylight. I nonetheless have the past to look back to, to remember with heartwarming fondness. I pray that it will help me by way of this darkish time because it has previously. I haven't any different news to report. The obnoxious fans of Space: 1999 continue to do what they do. I don't really feel inclined at this time to answer any of it. LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 is imminent. I still haven't pre-ordered it, but I will. Why not? There are a couple of half dozen cartoons on it which can be of curiosity to me. Before I end as we speak's Weblog entry, I will share one other couple of pages of Radio-Canada documentation of Cosmos 1999 showings. This time, those regarding airings of the tv present in spring of 1977. Here is the primary of those pages. It was typewritten on a blank piece of paper. The designated columns of other pages are absent. Maybe the cleric at Radio-Canada was typewriting on the back of one of many column-formatted pages. Here is the second of the pages pertaining to Radio-Canada's provision of Cosmos 1999 in the spring months of 1977. This one was on a column-formatted page. With thanks again to Michel for providing these pages to me. I have two others, regarding summer season of 1977. I will put them on this Weblog on a later Weblog entry. Friday, November 17, 2023. I not too long ago bought, at a reasonably inflated price, a Buena Vista Spiderman 1967-70 DVD field set to function again-as much as the one which I bought in 2004. Being because the field set went out of print within a few years of its launch, the unit of it that I've just lately bought probably is of the same age because the one lengthy in my holdings. Only unplayed. In mint situation popping out of the shrink wrap. I notice fading of the artwork on top of a couple of the DVDs in my newly acquired set. Apart from that, the discs look pristine. I performed the first of the six DVDs in the set final night, from start to complete. No playback issues. Here is one thing that will bring perplexed frowns to my readers. I gave a couple of my old Network Blu-Rays of Space: 1999 a viewing, after having watched solely the Imprint Blu-Rays for the past two years. As I watched the episodes, "Death's Other Dominion" and "Guardian of Piri", on the Network Blu-Ray discs, I was struck at how vivid the episodes now have been to my eyes. More so than they had been in my expertise in the past couple of years. I then went to the Imprint Blu-Rays on which those episodes are encoded, and watched. To my eyes, the same episodes on the Imprint lacked the identical vividness. I do know. I do know. Two years in the past, I thought the Imprint to have "the sting" over the Network. But now, having been aware of the Imprint for 2 years, my eyes appear to register a recognition of higher image with the Network. It could possibly be that my eyes have been tricking me two years in the past. Maybe I wished a lot for the Imprint set to truly be definitive that such biased my eyes in its favour, when really the Network was greatest all along, as regards high quality of image. Network did, in my eyes, have the A & E and the Shout! Factory units "beat" in the picture quality division. In the former case, it was subtly detectable, and within the latter, relatively extra conspicuous. I suppose that it stands to purpose that Network has the best image quality as a result of the movie-to-video transfers of the episodes had been the most freshly minted previous to their stamping onto the glass master. They didn't sit on a shelf for months or years on whatever medium was used to retailer them. They usually weren't re-encoded, or re-processed on an enhancing-tool Avid, for a brand new Blu-Ray disc content construction. Shout! did admit to tinkering with the Network transfers. The differences between the Imprint and the Network could simply be all the way down to coding and video compression not being the same. I am certainly keen to go along with that as an evidence. But the truth that my eyes were certainly "fooled" two years ago as to which of the 2, Imprint and Network, had the better image, is testimonial that the variations are anything but stark. Slight. Far more slight than the variation between Network and Shout!. If an individual will not be as fussy, not as fastidious, as I in having the very best potential high quality on the shelf, the Imprint remains to be a wonderful, high-quality set. Still, the underside line is that I recant my proclamations two years in the past concerning the Imprint set having better-looking episodes than does that of Network. I shall must edit my Space: 1999 Web web page accordingly. I've proceeded to watch other episodes of Space: 1999 on the Network Blu-Rays, and so they, too, look more vivid than I've known them to look these previous two years, on the Imprint. It is sweet that I held onto my Network Blu-Rays. As I'm going to favour these henceforth once i choose to observe Space: 1999. I'm additionally going to attempt to buy some further Network sets as back-up. I say, strive, as now that Network is "kaput" and all of its titles are out-of-print, Network units of Space: 1999 have gotten very scarce at Amazon Marketplace and eBay. Mint, sealed sets, at least. The Imprint sets nonetheless have worth for their bonus content, after all. I'd say that one of the best configuration of Blu-Ray for a group of Space: 1999 would be the Network complete tv collection set of ten Blu-Ray discs (of the episodes), Network's Super Space Theatre field set, the 2 Imprint bonus Blu-Ray discs, and the Shout! Blu-Ray disc of bonus material that features the "These Episodes" documentary. And if one needs to have the A & E audio commentaries and the Anthony Taylor commentaries, the Imprint Blu-Ray discs housing the related episodes. Season 1, Disc Three. Season 2, Disc Five. And Season 2, Disc One. It is sort of pleasing to be watching Space: 1999 on Blu-Ray once more from the Network sets predating the terrible COVID-19 2020s decade. And the first season Blu-Rays, first being mastered in 2010, even predate my father's loss of life. Yes, I'm even nostalgic for my original Blu-Rays and DVDs of entertainments of my favour. Especially those who got here into my possession when my father or each my father and my mother had been living. Oh, how I miss those days! A fantastic many individuals are nonetheless approach too optimistic in regards to the 2025 election in Canada and a change in the dire direction wherein Canada has been pushed by the J.T. "regime". The more that I see happening within the country, it looks increasingly more likely to me that J.T. and his minions are scheming to create the circumstances by which they'll cancel the 2025 election, on the pretense that an election would not be protected beneath the prevailing conditions of division, conflict, strife. Conditions created by Liberal policies. Yes, the Liberals and their New Democrat buddies, are establishing the circumstances for J.T. to cancel the election and stay in energy permanently. " In your safety, Canadian folks. To your security." "Oh, sure, sir. Thank-you, sir. You recognize best, sir. Three baggage full, sir." I can see it coming from a thousand miles away. The Israel-Hamas conflict will spew out on the Canadian streets. J.T. will say that it's unsafe to marketing campaign. And, bingo, no election. No one outdoors the nation will care, as J.T. can have destroyed relations with all of Canada's allies. Nor will they care when there's a return to the COVID mandates. This time with no possibility of refusing the federal government needles and staying in one's residence and not being carted off to a camp. A J.T. with no possibility of being voted out of workplace of will do whatever he needs to do to the hapless populace. And I have no doubt that "personal-nussing-und-be-glad", digital currencies, social credit scores, and repeated "jabbing" are all on the table. The man, the madman, with whom J.T. is enthralled, desires all of this. So, why do I persist in buying things and updating this Website? I have to do one thing to keep my spirit from falling into complete despair. I need some amount of normalcy in my life. Who doesn't? And possibly some miracle will occur and K.S. and J.T. won't obtain the objectives that they are pursuing. Some act of God that heals the divisions within the nation, and brings forth a dedication in the vast majority of individuals to not allow the nation to be turned right into a technocratic totalitarian dystopia below the thumb of a narcissistic autocrat who thinks that he was born to be Canada’s supreme dictator. Or maybe America will elect a Reagan-like figure who will intercede to prevent a Communist state from being on America’s northern doorstep. Not likely with the current crop of Republican candidates. I don't want to be interpreted to be an ardent admirer of the Republican Party. The RINOs and the warmonger Republicans who misled the U.S. into Iraq, will not be my cup of tea. I don't hold with the ideology of people that would deny rights to persons of minority teams. If indeed the Republicans are heavy with folks of that persuasion. I am unsure that they are. But the staunch anti-Communist stand of Presidents of outdated, like Reagan, is what is required. Both within the U.S. and within the wider world. The sort of leadership that did win the Cold War. If Canada does fracture fully and fall to the likes of K.S. and J.T., then intervention from exterior can be our solely hope. Little question why J.T. seems to be working additional time to foul Canada's relationships with different international locations. I can see what he is doing. It's clear as the daylight. After a slip again into the topic of politics, I will deliver this Weblog entry to an in depth with the remaining documentation of Radio-Canada's 1976-7 exhibiting of Cosmos 1999. For the summer time of 1977. The date written on the documentation is May 1, 1977. Radio-Canada had its plans "laid down" for Cosmos 1999 summer of 1977 showings that far upfront. Here is the documentation for summer time of 1977 to August 13. And the documentation for some of the last weeks of 1977's summer. There is nothing on paper, to the best of my knowledge, pertaining to the airing of "Le Domaine du Dragon" on 22 October and that of "Le Testament de l'Arcadie" on 31 October. And this brings to an end the documentation on Radio-Canada's 1976-7 broadcasts of Cosmos 1999. Does documentation exist for Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada in 1979 and 1979-80? Probably. Very most likely. Maybe sometime I can have that too. Maybe even documentation for CBC English and Space: 1999. If it exists for Radio-Canada, then it likely, if not definitely, does for CBC Television. But for now, that is all that I have. With thanks once more to Michel and the kindly individual at Radio-Canada who offered the documentation to him. It snowed yesterday, and energy stored flickering off briefly through the day. The snow was wet and heavy and was ploughed into boulder-sized chunks on the sides of roads. I expect that this snow can be on the bottom till next April, covered over with extra and increasingly new snow before then. Fourth DVD in Buena Vista's released-in-2004 DVD set of Spiderman. Well, my recently bought back-up set of the Buena Vista 2004 DVD set of Spiderman has a "rotter" inside it. Disc 4, to be precise. It freezes and jumps at the beginning of "Pardo Presents", fifth episode of nine on the disc and probably where the layer change is. Because the participant tries to proceed into the primary introduction of "Pardo Presents", the participant freezes, ceases play for several seconds, then leaps forward to the start of the episode's third act, with Spidey in the water reservoir. I have tried enjoying the DVD in two machines. Same factor. To my eyes, no proof of delamination or darkening or "bronzing" of the disc on the outer rim. Though I do notice a couple of scratches there, I have seen far worse scratches with zero effect on playability. I imagine the issue to be the accursed "DVD rot". It's a almost twenty-12 months-previous DVD set, and that i do not know the place it was despatched from, what conditions during which it was saved. It might have been in a high-humidity zone. Or possibly the "rot" was inherent, a results of a defective manufacturing course of. Or maybe twenty years is the maximum life expectancy for a DVD. Any DVD. I am so tired of DVD and its "rot" problem, which seems an increasing number of to be ubiquitous. DVDs appear to "rot" simply as freely and simply as laser videodiscs did. Most of my assortment has been upgraded to Blu-Ray, and I'm glad of that. But there are some issues that by no means might be on Blu-Ray, and Spiderman, alas, is one in all them. Rocket Robin Hood is one other. And the Planet of the Apes television sequence. And The Tomorrow People. And Blake's 7. Maybe if the BBC has a mind to do it, there is likely to be an opportunity for a Blake's' 7 Blu-Ray set, but Blake's 7 will not be as well-liked as Doctor Who, and even Doctor Who now seems unlikely to have a fully comprehensive presence on Blu-Ray. And then there is Space Academy, Logan's Run, The new Avengers, and... And Blu-Ray is not immune to "disc rot" either, as has been documented. I have yet to have a faulty Blu-Ray that's not defective from day one, straight out of a newly-opened package inside weeks of release. But people report on Blu-Rays "rotting", and i imagine them. A Cinram manufacturing plant is alleged to have produced a lot of blue-tinted coasters. So, what am I going to do about Spiderman? Retain the fourth disc in my first purchased set, after all. It nonetheless plays without fault. For a way for much longer? I have no idea. Aside from three summer time months, I don't reside in a humid area. And each DVD and Blu-Ray disc in my collection is in a greatest high quality DVD case of ample thickness to prevent contact of disc plastic with case plastic. It is all that I can do. Now. I cannot presently afford to buy one other Spiderman DVD set at exorbitant price. And what happens if I encounter another defective fourth DVD? Another buy? It figures. It figures. The fourth of the DVDs within the set is my favorite, being as it incorporates "Blotto" and most of the opposite extravagantly imaginative second season episodes. My Karmic curse does seem determined to "press on". I've expanded the CBC Broadcast History section of The Space: 1999 Page to now embody Radio-Canada television stations in Ontario, particularly CBOFT- Ottawa, CBFST- Sudbury, CBLFT- Toronto, and CBEFT- Windsor, and their showings of Cosmos 1999. CBEFT did not exist till August of 1976. So, there was no Cosmos 1999 in Windsor in 1975-6. And CBOFT opted not to air Cosmos 1999 on its Monday evening showings in 1979. I cannot assist however notice that there was a tendency on the a part of shops of CBC French to abandon Cosmos 1999 for big periods of time, or to focus on it for preemption if there was a domestically produced item to run. It and solely it. CBAFT did so a few times in winter of 1979, preempting "La planete Archanon" and "Le cerveau ordinateur" for La Cabane and D'Amour et d'eau fraiche. And later dropped Cosmos 1999 fully with its transfer from Monday to Wednesday. It figures. It figures. The imaginative area opus receives the dubious honour as probably the most preemptable merchandise on the week's roster. Who needs science fiction/fantasy, proper? All for in the present day, Thursday, November 23, 2023. It's Doctor Who's sixtieth birthday at present. Happy birthday, Doctor. As is claimed in some Warner Brothers cartoons, "Here we go once more." News of a thriller pneumonia afflicting children in China. COVID-23, here we come. My eyes cannot roll enough to specific my exasperation and Peanuts-esque expressions of, "Good grief!". Is that this thriller pneumonia real? Or is it a mainstream media lie? There was a time when I might rule out the idea of a mendacity mainstream media. Now, I believe the mainstream media to be corrupt "narrative-spinners", and nothing extra. But when the pneumonia is real, was it one other laboratory leak? A deliberate one? My inclination is to reply affirmative to that. As I'm now inclined to regard the COVID-19 virus to have been deliberately released to wreak havoc on Western financial system, tradition, and rights and freedoms. By folks wishing to supplant Western liberal democracy with despotism, with totalitarian control, with a collectivist dystopia. Couldn't our aspiring overlords and totalitarian masters be less apparent now? I mean, actually. Could not they have had the outbreak occur someplace apart from China this time? And could they not have waited at least ten years earlier than doing it again? Pandemics every four years now, eh? Gee, what else occurs every 4 years? Let us see, now. Oh, it could not possibly be more obvious. Why, elections, in fact! U.S. elections. Canadian elections. Non-globalists are being elected now in Argentina and the Netherlands. The U.S. Democrats appear certain to lose. J.T. is so low in the opinion polls now in Canada that he appears certain to be defeated. What might presumably enhance their probabilities of profitable? Oh, a "lock-down", mail-in ballots that for some purpose or another usually are not all counted, and/or "un-jabbed" persons not being allowed to vote. Or why not declare an emergency and cancel elections fully? So, no, I am not "buying it". I was hoodwinked as have been many people of my explicit persuasion in early 2020 and mid-2020 into thinking COVID-19 to be Spanish Flu 2.0. Fortunately, I used to be totally awake by the time that governments had been pushing "jabs" for everyone. "Do it, or else." I didn't enable the "Pfizer juice" into my sacred temple. And come what may, I will not do so with a COVID-23 "vaccine". If it means the end for my freedom, my ability to own what I bought over the course of my life, or certainly my life itself, so be it. I'll go along with none of it. The masking, the social distancing, no matter else. If which means that I must retire early, then so be it. It's patently absurd. A one or two diploma rise in international temperature inflicting pandemics each few years. Ridiculous. Temperatures have fluctuated throughout historical past, and earlier than there was working water, sewers, high requirements of hygiene, and efficient theraputic medication. History has not recorded two or three world pandemics over one specific decade time and time again. Of course, it is possible that scientists have cultivated viruses which have resisted the tendency of viruses to become less virulent as they mutate, and that may override the immune system's capacity to recognise a mutation of an earlier pathogen. But if this is the case, then it's excessive time that there's a mass awakening to it as a nefarious scheme by individuals desiring totalitarian control, and a refusal to take a seat tight in "lock-down" and just "look ahead to the vaccine". Demand that theraputic therapies be used. Not suppressed. And don't permit governments to mandate and compel people ever again to bear injections of unknown long-term safety. What happened over the past four years should not be allowed to occur again, whether there actually is a new virus or not. And whatever does transpire, Trudeau should be voted out earlier than he completely bankrupts and destroys the nation and reduces the overwhelming majority of the inhabitants to "personal-nussing-und-be-blissful" serfdom. If not full-blown Communism, or fascism. The political polls are saying that he doubtless will go all the way down to defeat, and such needs to happen. And if America needs a Republican President, then that's what it ought to have. No circumventing of the electoral course of by any emergency, manufactured or in any other case. Television station identification card for CBWFT, the Radio-Canada (CBC French) television station broadcasting out of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada within the 1970s whilst Radio-Canada was transmitting Cosmos 1999. Updates. There are actually, on The Space: 1999 Page, Radio-Canada broadcast histories for Cosmos 1999 in Canada's Prairie Provinces and British Columbia. This completes the history for Cosmos 1999 on Radio-Canada. My each heartfelt thanks to my buddy Michel of the Jonquiere area of Quebec for all of his help and incentivising. I discovered some errors in the broadcast histories for Space: 1999 and The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, and made the mandatory corrections. All for at present, Friday, the twenty-fourth of November, 2023. Friday, December 1, 2023. It's the start of a brand new month. The last month was fairly dire. Other than its usual depressive effect of shortening days, absence of foliage on the bushes, and imminent start of winter, November had one other morale-crushing thing in retailer for me this 12 months. Death has visited me once more. November is giving to March a "run for the money" when it comes to mortality for folks in my life. It killed my father again in 2012. And this year it has claimed my outdated friend, Evie. Readers of my autobiography will know who Evie is. Was. He was one in every of my mates in my life's second era, and one of many buddies of that period with whom I sought reunion in Era 5. He was my Facebook pal since 2008. And as I reported earlier this year, he and that i saw one another once more in Douglastown, behind my outdated place, and talked for a very good fifteen minutes, no less than. On the time and up until a few days earlier than Evie's death, I believed our encounter earlier this yr, on a Saturday in August, to have been an enormous helping of excellent luck. I believed it to be a result of likelihood. Now, I consider that God, understanding what was to occur, introduced us together one, final time, to be buddies again as we had been manner back when. And what better place for it than in shut proximity to my old abode? We could not have been any closer to it without actually standing on the property. God wished we two to put right everything between us. Whatever variations could have asserted themselves in our Facebook relationship, whatever unspoken harm feelings there might have been over my having left Douglastown in 1977, or over our keeping in contact thereafter not maintained, and/or no matter else might have brought on our friendship to have troughs punctuating peaks, had been now not weighing on us. It felt very very similar to we have been collectively back within the previous days earlier than August of 1977. We have been buddies once more. And i imagine that it was by design. Divine design. We had been mates, across life eras, throughout a long time, across the hundred or so miles between Miramichi City and Fredericton. And now, I'm mourning the lack of a pal, and the skies could not be darker. This isn't the first lack of a childhood pal in my experience. I misplaced three others earlier than this. But Ev, Ev as I have referred to as him since the late 1980s, and that i had an particularly vital connection, him and that i being buddies at school and in and out of doors of our respective homes, both of them on Douglastown, New Brunswick's essential highway, the King George Highway. Ev's coming onto the scene at Douglastown Elementary School in December of 1973 very probably was the most important factor in me gaining confidence socially and finally "fitting in" in school. And from there, we were compatriots in appreciating certain television shows, although I acknowledged then and now that hockey was his old flame. Hockey and different sports. Which I did not observe as keenly as he. I remember the day in December of 1973, very close to Christmas trip, when my Grade 2 instructor, Mrs. Lyons, brought a new pupil into the classroom and sat him at my table. "That is Evie." I suppose that me being the least socially attached then of everyone in our class, Mrs. Lyons thought that I'd benefit most from the fellowship of our new classroom inhabitant. And she was. Ev and that i turned quick mates. We will need to have achieved. Not a lot greater than two weeks later, Ev was at my birthday celebration, celebrating with my different friends, Michael amongst them, my eighth birthday. I nonetheless have my Polaroid photographs of the occasion, and will treasure them all the time. Ev rapidly turned my key link between my residence life and my social existence in school. He knew me in each. And his presence within the latter I think did help me to search out my place within the milieus of the elementary college of Douglastown. I grew to become extra comfy interacting with different boys within the classroom, friendship did kind for me and a few of them. On the 24th of February of 1974, a Sunday, as I was troubled by a Jekyll-and-Hyde Tweety-and-Sylvester cartoon on the earlier day's Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, Ev invited me to his place for an afternoon go to in his room. It was there that I beheld his love for the sport of hockey and his admiration of the Toronto Maple Leafs and its then star players. Ev showed to me all of his hockey sticker books and managed to drag me into buying a few of them for my very own collecting pleasure, regardless that the sport itself was nonetheless not my thing. Ev and i talked about the earlier day's Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, which he had seen, too, and he was slightly bemused at my unsettled state over the cartoon through which tiny Tweety was exposed to the terrible concoction of Dr. Jekyll. But he was intrigued at my fascination with the cartoons and determined to visit me on the very subsequent Saturday night as I used to be watching and audiotape-recording another episode of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour. As spring was blooming in our schoolyard, Ev, Kevin MacD., and i undertook to constructing forts around clusters of timber using rocks as our imagined walls. We had one or two squabbles in the method; threes tend to be awkward numbers. But we went through the tumult and reached the ending facet of it, with me being buddies with each of them. On Ev's birthday in summer of 1974, we three had been partying in Ev's backyard, devouring scorching canines and cake. And plenty of a time that summer, I bicycled to Ev's place to hitch him for an afternoon chat whilst he performed with hockey stick and hockey ball and blocks of wooden demarcating nets as he pretended to be the play-by-play announcer for Hockey Night in Canada. I invited him and his sister, Paula, to dinner one night, and that i remember them consuming applesauce in our kitchen. And i joined Cub Scouts to be with each Ev and Kevin MacD.. Gathering with them first at St. Samuel's Church corridor and later at the Douglastown village corridor, for the usual Monday night Cubs meeting. The autumn of 1974 introduced into our lives some wonderful science fiction/fantasy opus name of Planet of the Apes. A tv sequence airing Fridays at 7 P.M.. Ev was as keen for it as I. Possibly much more so. As he was audiotape-recording it before I began doing so. While together with Ev beforehand at his place, I had performed Matchbox vehicles with him, however Planet of the Apes gave to us something reasonably extra imaginative to indulge our yen for childhood pretend and play. We played Planet of the Apes usually, both at Ev's place and in school, working about because the characters on the Tv present did. Kevin MacD. joined us on more than one occasion, and i vividly remember pursuing them, me as Urko the gorilla, and them as the astronauts Virdon and Burke, between the 2 portables within the schoolyard, the ground beneath our feet being reasonably muddy. I additionally collected and played marbles with Ev and Kevin, elevating their ire when i "welched" on a particular guess. One needed to be exceedingly affected person and forgiving to be associates with me then, and Ev had those qualities. In March of 1975, Ev audiotape-recorded an episode of The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour for me when I used to be away in Fredericton for Easter weekend, committing to an audiocassette such cartoons as "What's Up, Doc?", "Stop! Look! And Hasten!", and the Tweety-and-Sylvester San Franciscan lodge extravaganza, "Canary Row". He and Kevin both had an excellent laugh with me as I brought my stuffed Road Runner toy alongside to Kouchibouguac seaside in June of 1975. Ev attended another of my birthday parties, the one in January of 1975, and I've a photograph of him and Michael standing with me on the dining room desk. Grade 4 (1975-6) was a less amenable experience for me the place socializing was involved. Our class was seated in rows of desks which didn't allow a lot interplay. And the introduction that yr of Physical Education to the curriculum, posed something of a problem for me, as I struggled to take part fully and successfully in athletic actions. Ev thrived at it, as did Kevin MacD. and a lot of the boys in our class. I fell behind, and I used to be moderately inconsolable about that. I was not used to being something aside from tops in the category. Which I still was at a spelling bee that 12 months. And i often received, for the boys, Mr. Wood's math recreation. That yr, I used to be stricken with a very tenacious case of influenza and was out of college for at least a week. And Ev introduced my faculty work house for me on a Friday round noon as I was watching an episode of Spiderman identify of "Cloud City of Gold". We had in widespread, Ev and that i, television antenna towers connected to our properties, enabling the easiest reception of new Brunswick television broadcasters and generally reception of more distant television stations. Ours have been, I feel, the only two homes in Douglastown to have such apparatuses. And the Groundhog Day Gale in 1976 inflicted no small quantity of harm to both of our respective towers. But they were fully repaired for the approaching to our tv screens of something called Space: 1999 in the autumn of 1976. Space: 1999 was fashionable in Douglastown. More so than it appeared ever to be, wherever else I can be. Ev watched a space: 1999 episode, "The principles of Luton", with me in my living room on April 23, 1977. An experience that I'll all the time treasure. Also a prized experience was Ev, Kevin MacD., and i being in a play in the varsity Christmas present in 1976. More of a skit than a play, however still a most vital factor for we three. Ev played Santa, and Kevin and that i boys waiting Santa's arrival. It speaks volumes as to how a lot my confidence had grown by then. Diffident me of Grade 1 had been far too timid to even contemplate having a job in the Christmas show, apart from standing in a choir and singing a carol, which I additionally did in 1976. I continued to visit Ev, on Sunday afternoons, principally, by 1977, as he practiced being a hockey announcer. By 1977, Ev had acquired a dog, and I used to be moderately fearful of canine and gave to his dog reasonably a large berth as I stood chatting with Ev in his backyard. I used to be additionally fearful of water, but nonetheless participated in a water balloon joust with Ev and Peter, who was Ev's throughout-the-road neighbour. Ev, Peter, and i also performed baseball base working "pickle", as I used to be beginning to gain some modicum of proficiency within the playing of baseball. After which it occurred. The McCorrys left Douglastown and moved to Fredericton. In August of 1977. I couldn't be with Ev as he ventured forth into Croft Elementary School for Grade 6 and Harkins Junior High school. In May of 1979, I had satisfied my parents to undertake a weekend's trek to the Miramichi and to Douglastown. And whereas we have been there, I visited with Ev for an hour or so. We "caught up" on a few years of experiences. But I used to be slightly reticent at describing how difficult it was for me socially in Fredericton, especially in school. After that, my reference to Ev went into a long hiatus, bringing us all of the way in which through our highschool years and beyond, earlier than we met again in May of 1988. I nonetheless keep in mind that sunny Friday as if it were yesterday. My nostalgia for Douglastown was surging at that point in time, and I used to be determined to reconnect with Ev, and Kevin MacD. too. My mom cautioned me about entertaining elaborate hopes. They may need left home. Or they might need grown so other than me that they may not be receptive to me in any respect. But I could not be dissuaded. I was decided to see my outdated mates again and re-bond with them. And amazingly, all the pieces happened like a charm. We stopped in our automobile alongside the street in front of Ev's place, spoke briefly to Ev's dad, earlier than Ev pulled into the driveway in his truck. He knew it was me there when he saw our automotive. It was not the identical automobile we had had in our Douglastown years, and even 1979. But somehow he knew. He was as warm and as welcoming as could possibly be. I showed to him all the previous pictures that I had brought, and the episode of Space: 1999 that we had watched together back in 1977. He was most gratified, moved, touched, by my remembering him and by the reconnection with so many memories of way back. He brought me on a tour of Douglastown in his truck, pointing to me the place numerous events had occurred during my lengthy absence. He called me Kev, something I had not heard in a long time. And subsequent day, the three of us, Ev, Kevin, and i gathered together for the afternoon, reminiscing and watching two episodes of Space: 1999 that I had introduced with me. While we were standing in Kevin's driveway, Ev and Kevin each remarked at how a lot I used to be the identical because the Kevin McCorry whom they used to know. I had changed very little. Indeed, Kevin knew me on sight regardless that he'd not seen me since 1977. I continued to go to my two old mates. Kevin soon moved away, and Ev and that i linked one-on-one many a time after that. Through the nineteen nineties. Ev followed his dream of being an announcer and turned a radio persona, being one of the announcers at CFAN Radio in Newcastle, on my first reunion with him in 1988. My dad and mom and i listened to him on our car radio after my reunion with him, and that i remember a particular jovial inflection in his radio voice at having been with an previous good friend again. Ev introduced radio in Newcastle for many years, working the night time shift when most of the "hip" youth have been listening. He later changed careers and turned a instructor, although occasionally doing disc-jockey work at parties, including the Douglastown Days reunions, two of which I attended within the 2010s. There were some additional spans of years when our paths didn't cross. There were instances when I did not return a lot to Douglastown. But I all the time did eventually come back. Ev and that i grew to become Facebook mates in 2008 and kept in contact that approach for a few years. I did not see him for several years earlier than I encountered him behind my previous place in Douglastown final August. It was magical. We had not talked there since approach back within the 1970s. We have been almost instantly comfortable, and we talked for a superb fifteen minutes, or more. We talked about issues we had not talked about earlier than, and we found some new connections so as to add to the previous. I used to be feeling very good certainly at having seen Ev once more. I had not been with an previous pal in person for a long, long time, and was feeling very, very gratified. Of course, I didn't know then that I wouldn't see him again. Ev was dealing with a big well being drawback. He wanted an organ transplant, and he was so glad to have found a donor. Alas, the surgery was not with out complication. Although he gave the impression to be progressing very nicely post-surgery for a number of days, his condition changed for the worse. A brain bleed claimed his life this week. My previous pal Ev who was with me in class, in his dwelling and mine, during a few of the very best years of my life, within the formative years of my life, has passed away. Over the course of his life, he had met many, many people. He was a preferred persona in the Miramichi. Both over the radio and in the classroom by which he taught. He shall be missed by many. Many better people than I could have far, fear better eulogies than what I have written. But this is the story of Ev and Kev. Those two boys who met at the bulldozed-in-2017 faculty alongside the river Miramichi, on a cold, snowy December's day in 1973, and who turned quick mates and sat across the McCorry birthday desk on 5 January, 1974. We went back a long way, Ev and i, and pretty much as good as my reminiscence is, his could at occasions be superior to mine. He remembered an incident or two that I had forgotten. Another factor that he didn't forget was my love of the Warner Brothers cartoons, and of Tweety and Sylvester specifically. He mentioned that without any prompting from me. And as much as our last time together, he by no means "gave up" on me as so a lot of my latter-day buddies in Fredericton did. He steadfastly kept the memory of me, defective although I definitely was, in my youth, within his fond heart. And he retained his rapport with me right to the last time we spoke on that Saturday four months in the past. That is all for my Weblog entry in the present day. Rest in peace, Ev. Friday, December 8, 2023. St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church in the previous city of Newcastle in Miramichi City, New Brunswick, Canada. On Tuesday, December 5, 2023, I attended the funeral of my old buddy, Ev, at this church. I went to my buddy Ev's funeral on Tuesday. My supervisor at work excused me from my duties for many of that day, so that I may go to Miramichi, attend the funeral service at St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church in Newcastle, and return to Fredericton, all over the course of about six hours. It was a lovely funeral service. Not the sort of funeral service to which I had been accustomed by way of prior experience with household funerals. No singing of hymns. No prolonged recitations of Biblical textual content. Bible passages had been learn, however briefly. A lot of the oratory consisted of tributes to Ev by Ev's daughter and others, and an eulogy by Ev's colleague. Some popular songs were sung. There was prayer. Then, Ev's casket was being readied to be carried by the pallbearers out of the church. It was then that I left, as discreetly as I may, to embark on my return to Fredericton, so that I could be off of the freeway and protected and sound in Fredericton earlier than dark. I multiple occasions was solar-blinded on the street again to Fredericton, and the salt and the sand were flying nearly continuously onto my windshield. Early December will never be my favorite time of 12 months for driving a automotive on the highway. However it was well worth the difficulties, to be with my old pal as he was being laid to relaxation. While at the church, I saw my previous Douglastown college classmate, Mark, for the first time in forty six years. I knew him instantly when he walked into the church foyer. His face had scarcely changed in any respect. We had an all too temporary speak, and never one-on-one, alas. One of my other classmates of my Douglastown faculty years, Kevin L., was also there, I'm told, however I didn't see him. In the course of the funeral service, I closed my eyes numerous occasions and thought myself again to experiences, many experiences, with Ev within the long ago, once we two were youngsters. And the years when he and that i have been closest, most particularly. The years of Grade 2 and Grade 3. Other experiences too, of course, in different, later years. Ev was amongst a small number of people to know me from my early elementary faculty years, and to simply accept me then, and now, for all of my faults. And the faults were numerous, quite numerous. Ev nonetheless had nostalgic affection for me as I was in my tenure as a Douglastownian and wished to maintain a reference to me in later life on the power of the impression that I had made again within the day. Not everyone who was with me in Douglastown, has had such inclination. Unlike a majority of my Fredericton buddies and associates, Ev was not condemning of me for all time for some failing in me that was manifest. Selfishness, ego-centricity, deficient empathy, wishy-washiness, leaving Douglastown for various fallacious causes, and so forth. Goodness is aware of, I was, and am, a flawed particular person. But Ev was one of those rare folks not to forsake me for all times as a result of I failed to satisfy a lofty commonplace. We had our variations, in fact. And a few occasions of estrangement. But he did not ever declare me unfit endlessly for friendship. Yes, others have. And that is "on them". The lack of Ev and that of my good friend, Sandy, nearly ten years ago, is enormous. There at the moment are two folks in the Miramichi now not there, not wherever in life, for me to align with, in my life's journey. A an increasing number of solitary journey, the older that I turn into. I've been watching episodes of Planet of the Apes in honour of Ev, that having been one in every of the tv reveals that we two fancied. Back within the day. Back in those years when we were closest. I need to say that the DVDs of the Planet of the Apes tv sequence look quite rough on my large, high-definition television screen. Compression artifacts are legion. And the episodes underwent little to no restoration when they were transferred to digital video. Unfortunately, underneath the present circumstances, Disney proudly owning the house video rights to the Apes "franchise", and Disney being loathe to release vintage productions on bodily media, it is extremely unlikely that the Planet of the Apes tv sequence will ever be on Blu-Ray. The world was lucky to have it on DVD. I suppose that we followers of Planet of the Apes (1974) have the Tim Burton 2001 Apes film to thank for that. I gave a set of the Planet of the Apes tv series DVDs to Ev again in 2008, by the best way. At that time, he only had the Apes films. I hope that it delivered to him a lot enjoyment. I've finished some further Website updates. I added CBUFT to the television stations to air Cosmos 1999- "Le Testament de l'Arcadie" on 31 October, 1977. It probably did air it then, as did other Radio-Canada broadcasters on similar day. "Le Domaine du Dragon" could have been shown next day, as numerous newspapers west of the Quebec-Ontario border did have a second Cosmos 1999 telecast listed for that week. But as it is known that "Le Domaine du Dragon" was listed in Quebec for October 22, and Cosmos 1999 was listed in jap Maritimes Tv Guide for that date, the chance is that "Le Domaine du Dragon" aired within the provinces west of Quebec also on 22 October. Or at the least people who had "A Communiquer" or "TBA" for an hour time slot on 22 October. It is possible that Radio-Canada's initial plan was to show each "Le Domaine du Dragon" and "Le Testament de l'Arcadie" on the week of the 31, and that a sudden hour-long vacancy within the schedule for October 22 prompted Radio-Canada to maneuver "Le Domaine du Dragon" ahead and to air it then. Newspaper television listings having two episodes of Cosmos 1999 for the week of the 31 could have been utilizing outdated information. These are the probabilities that I now select to "go along with". Added to my Era 2 memoirs are some additional pictures of the Planet of the Apes television series, several images of Happy Anniversary, Charlie Brown, and pictures of The Hudson Brothers Razzle-Dazzle Show, Tarzan, and a Gold Key Road Runner comic e-book of autumn of 1974. Some of the new images are to be found amongst my reminiscences of the autumn months of 1974, in an enlargement of an already present collage of photos including Douglastown Elementary School in the autumn and the With Skies and Wings reader textbook. The images of Happy Anniversary, Charlie Brown are in a brand new assemblage of images replacing an older one. I additionally corrected some text in my Era three memoirs. Early critiques of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 are indicating a scarcity of synchronisation of audio and video within the cartoon, "The Eager Beaver". Cartoon fans are grousing over that, on certain Internet dialogue boards. I haven't ordered LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 yet. And after i do make the purchase of such, I doubt that "The Eager Beaver" will see much play in my home theatre, being as it's pre-1948 with obscure characters. But the fault is still a most irksome discovery. I dislike the existence of any flaw in a Blu-Ray or DVD in my holdings, whether or not it's in one thing that I am not likely to observe fairly often. Where is the standard management? No further news as but on the Blu-Ray release of The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity". At this juncture, it seems like the Blu-Ray of the between-Space: 1999-seasons Gerry Anderson Productions area exploration opus for young audiences, is not to be had in 2023. And as expected, no third Doctor WHO- The collection set this yr. New objects for my Christmas this yr are going to be sparse. Saturday, December 9, 2023. I've discovered television listings for CJFB- Swift Current, Saskatchewan, the final CBC affiliate requiring data for a broadcast history for each The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Space: 1999 of their CBC runs. The CJFB Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour and Space: 1999 CBC broadcast histories will be discovered in the Saskatchewan sections for CBC broadcast history on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour Page and The Space: 1999 Page. This brings to an in depth my researches on the history of CBC broadcast for The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour from 1969 to 1975 and Space: 1999 from 1976 to 1978. I'm by no means satisfied till I complete something, as I've in these circumstances. And at the chance of appearing to be smugly gloating, I am going to report on the completion of a mission. Nowhere have I found evidence of a single Saturday morning exhibiting of Space: 1999- Season 2 in Canada on a CBC Television station throughout Space: 1999's heyday. Nor one of second season Cosmos 1999 on a Radio-Canada television channel. Period. People who've said in any other case, or who have declined to challenge or "call out" someone saying otherwise, are incorrect. Wrong with potentially malignant motive in being so. I have also discovered info on CJFB airing Space: 1999 in 1975-6. And with it, I believe that I now have an entire listing of Canadian television stations exhibiting Space: 1999 in its preliminary season on the airwaves of television on the planet. By the way in which, I did a test on Newfoundland and Labrador and could not find Space: 1999 in the week's television listings within the 1975-6 tv season. So, Newfoundland and Labrador was another of the locations in Canada to not have entry to Space: 1999 in 1975-6. Here is the whole record of television stations in Canada airing Space: 1999 within the 1975-6 tv broadcast yr. 3- CBHT- Halifax, Nova Scotia, on Mondays at 11:30 P.M. 4- CHSJ- Saint John, New Brunswick, on Fridays at 6:30 P.M. 5- CBIT- Sydney, Nova Scotia, on Mondays at 11:30 P.M. 13- CBCT- Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, on Mondays at 11:30 P.M. 5- CHOV- Pembroke, Ontario, on Thursdays at 6:30 P.M. 11- CKWS- Kingston, Ontario, on Fridays at 7 P.M. 3- CKVR- Barrie, Ontario, on Saturdays at 10:30 A.M. (autumn of 1975), and on Fridays at 6 P.M. (winter of 1976 onward) 8- CKNX- Wingham, Ontario, on Fridays at 7 P.M. 9- CBET- Windsor, Ontario, on Saturdays at 7 P.M. 11- CHCH (Independent)- Hamilton, Ontario, on Sundays at 5:30 P.M. 12- CHEX- Peterborough, Ontario, on Fridays at 6:30 P.M. 2- CJIC- Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, on Fridays at 5 P.M. 4- CHNB- North Bay, Ontario, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. 6- CFCL- Timmins, Ontario, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. 9- CKNC- Sudbury, Ontario, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. 5- CKX- Brandon, Manitoba, on Saturdays at 1 P.M. and on Tuesdays at 6:30 P.M. (summer time of 1976) 6- CBWT- Winnipeg, Manitoba on Saturdays at 1 P.M. and on Wednesdays at 9:30 P.M. (summer of 1976) 3- CKOS- Yorkton, Saskatchewan, on Wednesdays at 7 P.M. 5- CKBI- Prince Albert, Saskatchewan, on Fridays at 7 P.M. 5- CJFB- Swift Current, Saskatchewan, on Saturdays at 1 P.M., and on Thursdays at 6:30 P.M. (summer of 1976) 9- CBKT- Regina, Saskatchewan, on Saturdays at 1 P.M., and on Mondays at 7 P.M. (summer time of 1976) 11- CBKST- Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, on Sundays at 11:20 P.M. 2- CFAC (Independent)- Calgary, Alberta, on Wednesdays at 8 P.M. 6- CKRD- Red Deer, Alberta, on Fridays at 6:30 P.M. 13- CITV (Independent)- Edmonton, Alberta, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. 2- CHBC- Kelowna, British Columbia, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. 2- CKPG- Prince George, British Columbia, on Saturdays at 10 P.M. 3- CKTK- Terrace, British Columbia, on Tuesdays at 7 P.M. 4- CFJC- Kamloops, British Columbia, on Wednesdays at 9 P.M. 5- CJDC- Dawson Creek, British Columbia, on Thursdays at 7 P.M. Quite a smorgasbord, is it not? Consistency throughout the nation just was not the forte of Space: 1999's first yr on television in Canada. My idea about impartial CHCH in Toronto may be applicable to Edmonton and Calgary, impartial broadcasters there having grabbed the broadcast rights in their markets before the CBC acquired such rights for the nation of Canada. I suspect the same could also be true for Vancouver, though I have yet to seek out an unbiased television station there showing Space: 1999 in 1975-6. CBC affiliates in Alberta could air the television show, however not CBXT and CBRT in Edmonton and Calgary respectively. And if one was travelling from province to province, an intensive search of whole week's tv listings, was wanted if one was to seek out Space: 1999 on a nearby CBC or unbiased tv station. Airtimes had been that various. I haven't any additional information as to what episodes aired when. Newspaper television listings have been routinely unavailing with regards to such information. Only the newspapers of Windsor and Detroit could be relied upon to produce sufficient episode information for me to compile a 1975-6 broadcast history for CBET. The CBET order of 1975-6 might have been common to numerous the CBC tv stations, or perhaps not. It was not an identical to CHCH's. That a lot may be said. I'll add that for CBWT, CKX, and CBKT, 1 P.M. on Saturdays appears to have been the common airtime, however sports activities broadcasts may push it to later within the afternoon, like at three P.M.. And 6:30 P.M. on Fridays was CHEX's regular airtime for Space: 1999. An earlier noted showing of Space: 1999 at 5 P.M. might have been necessitated by some particular broadcast of something or other. I can't remember now, the place I noticed the 5 P.M. itemizing. CKVR started airing Space: 1999 on Saturday morning and later switched it to Fridays at 6 P.M.. Reason unknown. Complaints, perhaps? Complaints from parents of traumatised kids? Quite presumably the programme supervisor at CKVR made the mistaken assumption that Space: 1999 was like Star Trek. Acceptable for airing in the morning hours of Saturday, as Star Trek generally did. And he lived to regret not doing a comprehensive surveying of all episodes before deciding upon a Saturday A.M. airtime. Maybe he or she did not have the option of learning all twenty-four episodes, and simply showed with out query the episodes that CBLT transmitted weekly to CKVR. I now have six sets of the Network Space: 1999 complete tv series Blu-Rays. And a seventh is en route to me. They're being mated with bonus Blu-Ray discs of the Imprint units, and the Network Super Space Theatre Blu-Rays. Next on my purchasing agenda is another go at acquiring a back-up to the Buena Vista Spiderman DVDs, hopefully to not be plagued with another defective Disc 4. Soon be time to department this Weblog into one other incarnation. This one is nearing its limit of measurement. Saturday, December 16, 2023. I'll begin at this time's Weblog entry with a picture of the back cover of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2. Considering the preponderance of pre-1948 cartoons on the Blu-Ray and the paucity of post-1948s thereon, and the sparing presence of cartoons of the most important cartoon characters on it, will not be this back cowl one thing of a misrepresentation? A cynical one, at that. "Slapping" scarcely more than a handful of publish-1948 cartoons on the Blu-Ray in order that images of them may be used as "selling points" on the again cover, in order to induce informal patrons unfamiliar with the vintage of cartoons from their titles, to "plop down" money to purchase the product. A actually representative back cover must have pictures predominantly pre-1948, no? And of the obscure characters of those cartoons, besides. I'm not aspiring to rant again about the alternatives of cartoons populating this latest Blu-Ray launch of the cartoons of Warner Brothers. I'm just making an observation about the decisions on what to put on the again cowl. What it does appear to "smack of". I may also observe that the cartoons are listed in alphabetical order. Could there not not less than have been some imagination in how the cartoons are ordered on the Blu-Ray disc? Alphabetical order? Really? If reminiscence serves, I've by no means earlier than seen a release of the Looney Tunes and the Merrie Melodies offered in alphabetical order on a house video software program. COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 is now en route to me. I doubt that will probably be in my mailbox before Christmas. But who is aware of? Maybe Santa will intervene and give to the delivery service via which Amazon.com despatched the Blu-Ray to me, slightly push for it to come into my possession before turkey day. At the very least, it is going to be gratifying to see "Lickety-Splat" through one thing better than a VHS videotape recording of an previous movie print used on a regular Definition tv broadcast. I have not desisted from taking a look at Canadian newspapers for listings of Space: 1999, and have made an fascinating discovery. Canada's jap Maritime provinces weren't the first locations on the Canadian landmass to have a regional rebroadcast of Space: 1999. The runs of Space: 1999 on CBHT- Halifax, CBIT- Sydney, CBCT- Charlottetown between 1983 and 1985, had been preceded by CBRT- Calgary giving a nod for a repeat of Space: 1999 in the 1981-2 television season. Only CBRT. No different broadcaster in Alberta. CBC-owned-and-operated or otherwise. My info comes from The Calgary Herald, which, unfortunately, shouldn't be the best newspaper by means of which to do a scanning of the eyes for Space: 1999, and isn't the keenest of newspapers to print episode synopses. I have found evidence of however forty-five showings of Space: 1999 on CBRT in 1981-2. If we exclude both parts of "The Bringers of Wonder" from the combo, as they had been excluded from the CBHT/CBIT/CBCT broadcasting of Space: 1999 betwixt 1983 and 1985, and likewise omit "One Moment of Humanity" from the CBRT 1980s reiteration of Space: 1999 because it was omitted from that of CBHT/CBIT/CBCT, this brings us to forty-five. So, it appears that, unlike its compatriots within the japanese Maritimes, CBRT only gave to Space: 1999 a single regional repeat within the 1980s. No second one. Assuming, in fact, that the entire episodes bar the three aforementioned, all had been telecast as soon as in 1981-2 by CBRT. None of them twice. I might speculate until the proverbial cows come dwelling what order CBRT aired the episodes in, between the first episode proven, in October of 1981, supposedly, and the ultimate one offered, in September of 1982, ostensibly. I say supposedly and ostensibly because, as I also say, The Calgary Herald's listings should not simple for the eye to scan- and in addition there have been some hour-long "To Be Announced"s in weeks previous the primary detected itemizing of Space: 1999 in CBRT's solitary engagement with Moonbase Alpha in 1981-2. And, curiously, one of many final episodes in CBRT's run, the only one to be synopsised within the Herald, was "The complete Circle". Why would that be so late in the run? Surely, if CBRT hewed a minimum of considerably to Space: 1999 broadcast protocols, Season 1 would have been provided first, and "The full Circle" would be somewhere in the middle of Season 1. It is possible that the order of episodes on CBRT was scrambled. Very scrambled. Or that "The full Circle" and a few different episodes had been skipped and then proven in a batch after "The Dorcons", to "tail off" the run. I am inclined to go for the latter. But I simply have no idea, and until a extra reliable supplier of episode synopses becomes accessible to me (Tv Guide magazine may be the one other one possible), I might by no means know. CBRT started providing Space: 1999 at a consistent four P.M. airtime on Saturdays, and later in the run became exceedingly erratic, on one occasion even airing an episode on a Sunday afternoon. I much desire CBHT/CBIT/CBCT's decision to indicate Space: 1999 on Sunday morning. Airtime was much, much more stable. Below is all of the data that I have on CBRT's regional rebroadcast of Space: 1999 in 1981-2. CBC Alberta Regional Broadcasts (1981-2) Saturdays CBC Alberta Stations 5- CBXT- Edmonton, Alberta (didn't present the tv collection on this rerun) 6- CKRD- Red Deer, Alberta (didn't show the tv sequence on this rerun) 6a- CHAT- Medicine Hat, Alberta (did not present the tv collection in this rerun) 9- CBRT- Calgary, Alberta Date Channels Episode Airtime Oct. 10, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Oct. 17, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Oct. 24, 1981 9 unknown 4 P.M. Oct. 31, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Nov. 7, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Nov. 14, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Nov. 21, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Nov. 28, 1981 9 unknown four P.M. Dec. 5, 1981 9 unknown 4 P.M. Dec. 12, 1981 9 unknown 5 P.M. Dec. 19, 1981 9 unknown three P.M. Dec. 26, 1981 9 unknown eleven A.M. Jan. 2, 1982 9 unknown 3:30 P.M. Jan. 9, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Jan. 16, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Jan. 23, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Jan. 30, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Feb. 6, 1982 9 unknown 4 P.M. Feb. 13, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Feb. 20, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Feb. 27, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Mar. 6, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Mar. 13, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Mar. 20, 1982 9 unknown 4 P.M. Mar. 27, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Apr. 3, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Apr. 10, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Apr. 17, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Apr. 24, 1982 Preemption May 1, 1982 9 unknown 4 P.M. May 8, 1982 9 unknown 4 P.M. May 15, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. May 22, 1982 9 unknown 4 P.M. May 29, 1982 9 unknown four P.M. Jun. 5, 1982 9 unknown 9 P.M. Jun. 12, 1982 9 unknown 9 P.M. Jun. 19, 1982 9 unknown 12 P.M. Jun. 26, 1982 9 unknown 9 P.M. Jul. 3, 1982 Preemption Jul. 10, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. Jul. 17, 1982 Preemption Jul. 24, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. Jul. 31, 1982 Preemption Aug. 7, 1982 Preemption Aug. 14, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. Aug. 21, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. Aug. 28, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. Sept. 4, 1982 9 "The total Circle" 9:30 P.M. Sept. 11, 1982 9 unknown 5 P.M. CBC Alberta Regional Broadcasts (1982) Sundays CBC Alberta Stations 5- CBXT- Edmonton, Alberta (didn't present the tv sequence in this rerun) 6- CKRD- Red Deer, Alberta (did not present the television sequence on this rerun) 6a- CHAT- Medicine Hat, Alberta (didn't show the television sequence on this rerun) 9- CBRT- Calgary, Alberta Sept. 26, 1982 9 unknown 2:30 P.M. Space: 1999 was changed on Saturdays by CBRT with Star Trek in the autumn of 1982. I might suppose that the circulated-in-Canada Space: 1999 film prints were subsequently all again in ITC Canada's vaults for some eight months before CBHT began receiving them in May of 1983. The CBC jap Maritimes tv stations being subsequent to revive Space: 1999 as a viewable manufacturing for the viewing public, should have been precipitated by my letter to the CBC in mid-1982. CBHT just needed to have a broadcast slot open up for it, as happened after The Hardy Boys/Nancy Drew Mysteries was completed its run on CBHT/CBIT/CBCT in spring of 1983. Why did CBRT have first refusal of a rebroadcast of Space: 1999 within the 1980s? Why it? Maybe someone in southern Alberta had accomplished as I did. Written a letter. And did so before I did. Or maybe someone working at CBRT was a fan of the television present All for at present. Saturday, December 23, 2023. It has not been a pleasant week. A violent wind and rain storm on Monday night time struck central New Brunswick, and the Fredericton space most intensely, because it handed via the province. Trees had been broken or fallen, and tens of hundreds of houses had been with out energy. By the grace of God, I assume, I was not one of the hapless souls devoid of electricity and heat. But, out of the entire houses on my road, mine sustained the worst roof harm. Many roof shingles were dislodged and were left standing upright, if not completely torn free from the roof and laying on the ground. My roofer did a full repair of the roof, yesterday. I will need to dwell a most frugal subsequent few months to compensate for the loss of retirement savings, that I incurred with the repairs after the storm. Here's a photograph of my house with its broken roof. Santa did intervene, apparently, and sped the shipment to me of LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2. The Blu-Ray was in my mailbox on Tuesday. I'm unsure that he should have bothered. Wednesday evening, I gave to LOONEY TUNES COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 2 a spin on one in all my Blu-Ray players. I went with "play all", and into it I went. Bravely determined to take a seat via, attentively, whatever cartoons that Mr. Beck and others chose to throw at me in the ever-so-artistic alphabetical order. Oh, what a idiot I used to be! I should have simply watched the seven post-1948 cartoons on the Blu-Ray disc, and one or two others that had been produced near 1948, and then ejected it from my player. Life really is just too short to topic myself to what I did Wednesday evening. After "Catty Cornered", third cartoon on the Blu-Ray disc, and one not trying all that a lot sharper or extra colourful than it did on DVD (on I like TWEETY VOL. 1), I hasten so as to add, it was a barrage of very pre-1948 cartoon shorts, seemingly unrelenting. One after the other, growth, boom, growth, growth. Some of them bearing the multi-colored concentric circles of the nineteen thirties historic cartoons (I wince every time I see such), others having the musical chorus of cartoons of the 1940s adorned with "Blue Ribbon". Honestly, with only a few exceptions, these are among the many worst pre-1948 cartoons that I have seen. The conditions in them dull as dishwater. Their obscure characters not commanding consideration or curiosity. The comedy, if it may be known as that, is usually laboured. And the cartoons, after going on for far too long (many pre-1948 cartoons are nicely over seven minutes in size), simply end, the climax, if any, being not much more impressive or gripping than the remainder of the cartoon. "The Eager Beaver" is a sequence of scenes of beavers chopping down timber. Few of them doing so with a lot in the way of cartoony artistry. And it ends with the titular character felling a tree that happens to conveniently drop into a dam, inserting itself therein at a critical moment. The beaver is hero to his fellows however was not shown to be sufficient of an outlier earlier than for the viewer to really feel satisfaction for the keen beaver of cartoon's title. And that is one of the better pre-1948 cartoons on the Blu-Ray. "Hamateur Night" is a cartoon counterpart to the Little Rascals' "Follies of...", however with no characters of any gravitas or import. Un-comely characters. Roosters and chickens with overly circular heads (scarcely any construction to them other than a circle), designed with not way more artistry than a circling movement of a geometry set's compass. A repulsive-looking sultan. And so forth. By the time that I used to be subjected to "Hamateur Night", my capacity for attention had largely been spent. I can't remember a lot of the cartoon. Just that I had seen better materials with The Little Rascals. There was a Romeo and Juliet parody. That, I do remember. It had the circle-headed rooster and rooster. I a lot choose Alfalfa and Buckwheat of their hilarious Romeo and Juliet effort. "From Hand to Mouse" may very well be the worst Chuck Jones cartoon ever made. It would be a powerful contender for the title. Jones himself admitted that his early work, earlier than post-war, was removed from his best, that he even was ashamed for a lot of it. And that i consider "From Hand to Mouse" after i remember him saying such. The one eyebrow-raising thing in regards to the cartoon is its title, substituting mouse for mouth within the saying of, "From hand to mouth." Background design and colour palette are dull. Uninspired. The lion is floppy and slobbering. I have seen higher, extra streamlined lion designs in other cartoons ("Acrobatty Bunny", "Tweety's Circus", "Roman Legion-Hare", "Tweet Zoo"). After which there's the story. A mouse who is simply too intelligent by greater than half and has zero charisma (unlike Speedy Gonzales, or Tweety) and isn't the least bit sympathetic, fools and humiliates a none-too-vibrant, scarcely demonstrably villainous, fairly pitiable lion again and repeatedly, calling him "sucker", with the lion going into a paroxysm of ugly gurns, and then banging his head towards a tree. The identical gag, if it can be called that, achieved again and again. And the cartoon merely ends with the lion's newest humiliation and his newest head-banging. Never does the lion have an oncoming of savvy and successfully resist the humiliation, or have some nemesis against the mouse. Nor is there an escallation of the routine to some imaginative change of locale, like outer space, or the Moon (as in "The Lion's Busy"). Not that such would make the routine any funnier, mind, however at least it would do something completely different with it. And the cartoon has all of the subtlety of a bulldozer wrecking my favourite ice cream establishment, and all of the sophistication of ten-year-outdated me's thought of a funny comedian web page. If even that. Ten-yr-old me might need concocted a better premise. "Fin'n Catty", directed by my favorite cartoon director, Friz Freleng, ends with a generic cat turning amphibious after being suspended underneath water in a sealed shower cabinet. He has locked himself within the cabinet and swallowed the key (in fact), not noticing that he's below water as he's doing so. Lame. And as a substitute of drowning as he ought to, he just decides that he likes water (what the hell?) and subsequently claims a goldfish's bowl property as his own. Somehow. However the cat is just too bland a personality by means of the cartoon for one to care what has occurred to him. And he doesn't visibly acquire gills or any such thing. Anything which may clarify how he went from being aquaphobic to being the Cat From Atlantis. Why he ought to all of the sudden begin liking water after having been averse to it. "Ghost Wanted". What in perdition was that? I will need to have fallen asleep as I used to be watching it. I didn't care one iota for the characters, a Casper-like younger ghost and a taller, oafish one. Doing one thing or different in the same old run-down home setting of many a spectre. One of the cartoons of Jones' cutesy time period, a time interval for which I've scant enthusiasm. I nearly utterly "zoned out" for a cartoon called "Greetings, Bait". It featured a moustached worm. Same one, I suppose, as is in "The Wacky Worm". For some motive the compilers of this cartoon Blu-Ray had been of a mind to put as many cartoons involving worms, onto it, as doable. There's a worm in "Fair and Worm-er", too. Another Jones low-mild, that one. Bird chases worm. Cat chases bird. Dog chases cat. Dog catcher chases dog. Dog catcher's rolling-pin-wielding battle-axe wife chases him. None of these obscure characters have a smidgen of charisma. Nor a lot or any appreciable personality. No humour is to be gleaned from such. And the chase is in a generic American hinterland. Nothing fairly so elaborate because the U.S. southwestern desert or the French Riviera or a historio-literary setting. No ACME merchandise or any such factor, in use to aid in somebody's pursuit. Only a foot chase. How lacklustre. A skunk seems in the combination, too. Why did not Jones have the skunk be Pepe Le Pew? That may have raised the curiosity bar slightly, at least. I tossed, turned, "dozed off" by way of "Cross-Country Detours". Interminable, seemingly, that. Far better, funnier spot-gag cartoons can be found within the put up-1948 catalogue. And what's Tex Avery's fixation with drawing human characters with red noses, as if they have had too many alcoholic beverages? They do not act drunk. So, what is "the purpose" in doing the red nostril factor? The human characters in Avery's cartoons typically look repulsive, apart from. And Friz Freleng was right about Avery's cartoons lacking subtlety and displaying an absence of confidence in themselves and pandering too much to the audience. I've yet to find a Tex Avery cartoon that I like. After which there was Norm McCabe's "Daffy's Southern Exposure" (I can not remember what that one was about). Later, I marvelled at the boredom that I felt at "Ding Dog Daddy", one other cartoon directed by my idol, Mr. Freleng. Friz Freleng did say as soon as that one among his early 1940s cartoons, "Meatless Flyday", was terrible (that one might be on Mr. Beck's brief list for COLLECTOR'S Choice Volume 3). And I believe that with some notable exceptions ("Rhapsody in Rivets", "You Should Be in Pictures", "Pigs in a Polka") his opinion was that his work was not his finest till the emergence of Yosemite Sam in 1945, the teaming of Tweety and Sylvester in 1947, and so forth. And that i agree with that. "Ding Dog Daddy" has a nondescript hound falling in love with a steel canine statue that is turned by the army into a bomb shell. And aside from some brief battle between the hound and another canine, the requisite bulldog, that is all that there's to "Ding Dog Daddy". At least it ends with a gag that amusingly marked a cartoony escallation over earlier ones. And I discovered the a lot-acclaimed "Brother Brat" directed by Frank Tashlin to be fast-paced but not significantly likeable. A child who wields sharp objects to intimidate Porky Pig before launching into Winston Churchill imitations, and a plethora of wartime propaganda concerning the girls of America doing their half (certainly Jones' earlier "The Weakly Reporter" had executed enough with that individual topic). Not one of the best hour (or seven minutes) of Warner Brothers cartoon output, "Brother Brat". Better wartime cartoons are to be found elsewhere, ones with caricatures of the Axis leaders. "Behind the Meat Ball" that begins the Blu-Ray has some moderately amusing content material before it turns into the standard dog-versus-canine conflict that was higher dealt with, I feel, by "Bone, Sweet Bone". It was a cruel barrage of seemingly limitless cartoons of deficient attraction to me that just about had me dropping the need to dwell. Or a minimum of the will to stay awake. Each much less compelling than the one before it. I sat lamenting the lack of the nice outdated days after i could buy a Looney Tunes VHS videotape or laser videodisc, start it taking part in, and enjoy each cartoon provided to me, all of them submit-1948, most of them having a number of of the "star" characters, and the gag timing and the aesthetic being pretty uniform. The worst factor that ever occurred in my following of the cartoons was the merging of the post-1948 cartoon package deal with the formerly Ted Turner-owned pre-1948s. That combined with Jerry Beck and his desire for the sooner materials, being very a lot of influence within the deciding on of cartoons for compilations on residence video media (DVD and Blu-Ray). The VHS videotape and laser videodisc years had been halcyon days for me, oddly enough, despite the apparent inferiority of those house video formats to DVD and Blu-Ray commonplace. After some twenty-five years of the digital videodisc, "Hyde and Go Tweet" and "Dr. Jerkyl's Hide" are still not in the restored-for-and-released-on-DVD-or-Blu-Ray class, whereas I've to sit down by means of the likes of "The Wacky Worm", "Cross-Country Detours", "Hamateur Night", and "Ding Dog Daddy". It galls me. It plays upon my thoughts. As I sit via the barrage of pre-1948 cartoons, restless for anything, something, post-1948. By the time that "Hare-Breadth Hurry" (a well-recognized cartoon, at last!) had lastly arrived in the run of cartoons on the latest Blu-Ray, my curiosity and attention in continuing with watching that Blu-Ray had flat-lined. And it was not gaining any momentum again. I pressed stop. On another spin of the Blu-Ray disc, this time with extra selective viewing choices, I watched "A Hound For Trouble". A set-in-Italy cartoon of 1951 with Charlie Dog. One that I've always liked. Now, all I might suppose about was how resentful that I used to be towards the producers of this Blu-Ray for subjecting me to what I had experienced. Them and the folks giving 5 stars to this Blu-Ray at Amazon.com. I believe that I've reached the restrict, absolutely the limit, of my endurance and tolerance for these people in the Beck "camp" and their fixations on these early cartoons that weren't profitable of their day. Not successful, and rightly so. There's a cause why the characters in them didn't proceed to turning into "cartoon superstars", or even lesser characters of enduring enchantment resembling Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog, the Goofy Gophers, Claude and Frisky, Michigan J. Frog, and others. That they had virtually zero appeal then. And even much less in later years, when Hollywood personalities upon whom they were based, had change into quite obscure (Jerry Colonna, as an example). Why "The Wacky Worm" and not Ralph and Sam, or Claude and Frisky? Why could not this Blu-Ray have been populated by these characters, with many an outing of the key "stars"? Oh, and people in the Beck "camp" like to "rag" on McKimson's television parodies of the 1950s. Claiming that their references are lost in time. Well, Hollywood personalities like Mr. Colonna, or Lew Lehr, are, too. "A Hick, a Slick, and a Chick" is first rate. I've yet to see an Arthur Davis cartoon that isn't not less than that. And it was made close to the 1948 demarcation. I selected to bypass "I Wanna Be a Sailor" (I do not need to be; no sailors, please, or worms). I watched "The Leghorn Blows at Midnight" and "Lickety-Splat", appreciated the High Definition look of these though lamenting throughout them that they have been vastly outnumbered by cartoons for which I've scant love. After which my deficient interest and my purturbation have been totally rekindled with "The Penguin Parade" and "The Wacky Worm", which I resolved to "sit through". "Rabbit Rampage" was not a noticeable improvement over its earlier look on DVD. I do not know when, or if, I will watch the cartoons that I selected to eschew. And that i haven't any intention of watching once more any of the cartoons that I have above on this Weblog entry criticised. Life is just too quick. And in all truthfully, I am undecided that my enthusiasm for watching even the cartoons that I like, even those post-1948, will ever once more be what it was once. I've been "worn down", demoralised, in my adherence to the Warner Brothers cartoons to an extent that even nostalgia is inadequate to attract me toward a viewing of the cartoons with an appreciably high enjoyment quotient. All the "aggro" of contending with the pre-1948 cartoons pundits and the frustration time and time once more at seeing their point of view dominating the compilations of cartoons assembled for home video releases this century, weighs so heavily upon my psyche. And i feel defeated. Abjectly defeated. All of that writing that I did on the tv present vehicles for the put up-1948 cartoons, and sure of these cartoons, and my tributes to administrators Freleng, Jones, McKimson, and reminiscences in my autobiography of my seminal viewing experiences of the submit-1948 cartoons, have failed utterly to yield improved recognition of the cartoons that I fancy. My demoralising and feeling of defeat are such that I cannot seem to fully connect with younger, pre-2000 me, and delight within the cartoons that I long fancied. Even when they're looking gorgeous in High Definition. I can not assist but really feel a resentment towards the folks flooding the discussion forums with pre-1948 cartoons-heavy need lists, and Mr. Beck and others paying heed to them and downplaying, if not ignoring, me and other followers of the cartoons on The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, The Bugs Bunny and Tweety Show, Bugs Bunny and Friends, et cetera. I showed good religion and bought PORKY PIG 101. And that i purchased this Blu-Ray with the information that submit-1948 cartoons are few and much between on it. But now I'm finished. Quite achieved. I can't purchase another Blu-Ray or DVD of Warner Brothers cartoons. I will not buy COLLECTOR'S Choice 3. When its contents are announced, I cannot learn that announcement. I don't care to know what cartoons had been opted-for on that third quantity within the COLLECTOR'S Choice range. I cannot be subjected once more to a different heaping serving of early cartoons and a mere sprinkling of the cartoons post-1948 that were on the tv exhibits upon which I used to be weaned and which had brought many a Saturday of enjoyment to me final century. Not even in an itemised itemizing. I wish the Beck crowd joy of it. Thank goodness I have other interests, pursuits that had been rewarded with releases in full of the material on Blu-Ray, or DVD a minimum of. I will give attention to these. Maybe the time has come finally for me to "put the cartoons apart" and "develop up". My previous friend Michael will likely be comfortable to see me saying this, I am sure. Goodness is aware of that there are way more severe concerns to have with what is occurring on 2020s Earth. I ought to put far more significance on the desperate need for political change, for a return to mid-to-late twentieth century values and standards of political motion, than I do on whether or not Season 2 Space: 1999 is healthier than Season 1 or vice versa, or whether the pre-1948 cartoons of Warner Brothers are or will not be "all that and a bag of chips". All the arguments in the imaginative entertainment sphere are as nothing compared with the evil that appears now to be in charge of the "first world", and of more than that, too, probably. As long because the COVID "photographs" that do not prevent virus spread and which have a litany of life-altering or life-threatening unwanted effects, continue to be propagandistically peddled to (or, worse, mandated to) children, no one can say that things are right on this planet. The fact that the "jab" campaign presses forward even after every thing that has come to gentle, is a certain sign if any is needed, that the world is just not going in the correct path. And the powers-that-be should be held to account for what they're doing, and changed by individuals who won't push medical product of woefully insufficient security data, lengthy-term or in any other case, onto the individuals of the world, and essentially the most innocent inhabitants of it. There may be a lot taking place in my country, that is incorrect, fallacious, improper. Contrary to the ideals and rules for which delicate men of the nation sacrificed their lives on battlefields. Every formerly morally contentious topic from turning backs on or disparaging the society-stabilising mores and achievements of ancestors, to legal recreational drug use, to yr after year borrowing obscene quantities of money towards the futures or folks not but born (people who don't have any say in what is occurring in the now), to abortion, to state-sanctioned killing of the infirm or the not-infirm, to compelled medical treatment, has been "dominated on", instituted, by governments that profess open adherence to socialism. The ideology that gave rise to so many notorious regimes whose names I want not state. Unless individuals en masse say no to all of it and name for a return to being the Canada in which I was raised, the future appears very dark indeed. No marvel there may be presently a marked exodus of people from the Canadian soil. Maybe the harm to my roof from the storm is a message from God that I have to be concentrating my attention on matters of highest importance, they usually definitely usually are not in the leisure realm. Having said this, I do report that my Era 2 memoirs have been updated with enhancements to pictures of The Hudson Brothers Razzle-Dazzle Show, Let's Go!, and Kidstuff, and a title image of The Littlest Hobo added to the collage of the in-this-paragraph-aforementioned images. I also desaturated the photographs of The Littlest Hobo- "Trouble in Pairs", so that they're extra genuine to my experience of that Littlest Hobo episode in the mid-1970s. Keeping alive awareness of old instances is a element, I feel, of denouncing the way in which that issues are actually. But it is not the just one. I have to contain myself in the sharing of necessary findings, determinations, and data. Therefore, I'm sharing the National Citizens Inquiry's announcement of its report on the hearings on the impression of COVID-19 policies in Canada, upon the citizens and establishments of the country. https://nationalcitizensinquiry.ca/commissioners-report/ Of course, the ineffective mainstream information media is not going to mention the NCI, and the Canadian authorities will dismiss it outright as the ravings of the "small fringe minority with unacceptable views". However the witnesses who testified all swore the oath to tell the truth, and they are the iceberg's tip of the adverse effects of nearly all the things that was carried out in Canada since SARS-CoV-2 got here to mild in early 2020. All for at the moment. Friday, December 29, 2023. Christmas was per normal for me since the death of my father in 2012. I exchanged greetings with associates on Facebook. I cooked a turkey. I watched what has come to be my normal Christmas Day fare from my Blu-Ray and DVD collection. Productions that I watched on December 25 back when my dad and mom have been residing. The Six Million Dollar Man episode, "The Deadly Replay", which I watched on DVD on 25 December, 2006. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, seen many a Christmas Day in my residence theatre in the 2000s. The Blake's 7 episode, "Ultraworld", that I watched on Christmas Day in 2008, the ultimate normal McCorry Christmas. And in days leading to Christmas, I also gave a Blu-Ray player spin to the Space: 1999 Blu-Ray discs containing Space: 1999 episodes "Journey to Where", "The Taybor", and "One Moment of Humanity", phenomena, all, of a particular Christmas previous, that of 1976. This yr, greater than ever, I find myself wondering if my Christmas norms are to be no more. Whether perhaps this explicit Christmas will probably be my ultimate one in my house, with all of my possessions, with my cat with me, and with a turkey roasting in the oven. The outlook for 2024 for Canada and indeed the entire of the Western world, is sort of bleak. The J.T. Liberals seem to be tasked by their W.E.F. masters, with the "take-down" of Canada, and having made the price of dwelling the fear that it's for the overwhelming majority of the nation, now the solution is obtainable. Universal Basic Income. Free cash from the government in its oh, so evident benevolence. Never mind that the country's debt is now in the trillions. Most Canadians are so ignorant that they have no idea this. And they're so oblivious to the harm that the added debt caused by UBI will do to what is left of the financial system, and the worth of the greenback. This will be the coup-de-grace to the free market financial system, the Canadian dollar, and the cash saved in the banks for people's futures. And to the middle class. Before lengthy, the UBI shall be all that Canadians will be capable to have, to keep them barely at subsistence stage. Dependence on the government hand-outs for survival, will mean that Canadians will have to dance to no matter tune the government wants. Move into "15-minute cities", eat bug protein as an alternative of meat, and permit the government to inject no matter it needs into the physique. Or else, starve or freeze to death. I am afraid that this is the direction through which Canada is now being rushed head-lengthy. Resistance might be crushed, and can serve as justification for police state surveillance and management. I would like to be ready to escape, however to the place? I feel positive that the same factor is in store for the U.S.. And Britain, Australia, and New Zealand, too. And western Europe. Latin America is way too unsure, politically, as what has happened in Brazil signifies. And with the fall of the U.S., southeast Asia will doubtless develop into encompassed completely into the hegemony of Communist China. The one country in addition to Canada where I've household, is the U.S.. I have three cousins there. But I have no idea precisely where they are. And i lack the means to journey to or immigrate to the U.S.. Even when it have been a viable place to which to flee. And it isn't. I feel trapped. Trapped by a government for which I didn't vote. Trapped by the stupidity of my fellow residents. They voted not just as soon as, not simply twice, but three times, for the destroyer of Canada. Granted, he did not win the popular vote in 2019 or 2021. And there are indications, which I consider, that there was international interference in these two elections. Hundreds of 1000's of uncounted mail-in ballots in 2021 ought to have voided the result of that election. But of course, our nation being captured (as I imagine that it's), nothing works properly right here anymore. And enough folks did vote for the J.T. Liberals previously two elections to put him inside reach of the Prime Minister's chair, and doubtless would accomplish that many times and many times. The information media protects J.T., and attacks his opponents in each the political sphere and the general public. And the vast majority of the citizenry still has not awoken to the lack of objectivity within the information media. They proceed to suppose that Conservatives are so horrendous that any scandals, any in any respect, on the a part of the J.T. Liberals, any boondoggles, any excesses in spending or government reach, are better than the choice. It is absurd, I do know. I lived by way of Conservative governments and none had been as corrupt and destructive to the nation's finances and values and basic particular person rights and freedoms, as what has been in Ottawa since 2015. Before lengthy now, it is not going to matter what the citizenry thinks, anyway, as the iron fist of government control will clench. All that Pierre Poilievre and the Conservatives are is false hope for 2025, while J.T. ruins Canada and its folks now, underneath the guise of saving the nation. Saving the country from the crises that he induced. Whether or not there shall be an election in 2025, J.T. isn't going anyplace, besides to a change of title from Prime Minister to Chairman or Administrator of the Globalist Territory of Canada. The announcement that UBI is coming, is the ultimate confirmation of the dark trajectory of Canada. The election of J.T. in 2015 was a fatal self-inflicted wound by the folks of Canada. And the tip is nigh. This being the case, I can't carry myself to occupy myself with writings about Bugs Bunny or Space: 1999, Spiderman, or The Littlest Hobo. Or to spend any extra money on Blu-Rays or DVDs. My autobiography does provide some escape from the grim realities of the present, and that i find myself retreating to that, when I am not listening to different media personalities providing normally appropriate forecasts on what's to return. The so-known as "conspiracy theorists" do appear to have a really excessive batting common as of late. I trust them more than I do the mainstream information media. At the top of the day, my recollections of yesteryear could also be all that I may have left, as I sit in a "pod" munching insect protein and questioning when my heart will cease after I was pressured to have the newest injection of mRNA. And that i will be blaming the fools who voted in 2015 for the youthful-trying one with the dynastic surname, "dreamy" hair, tight trousers, and promises of legal "dope". Who thought that voting for him would bring us magically back to the 1970s, when Pierre T. was P.M.. Who voted for him as a result of they blamed his incumbent opponent for a dead boy on a Mediterranean seaside, the CBC opting to use that unhappy image for political benefit to its most popular candidate, though the connection of the boy's death with Canadian policy was obscure, if not fully false. It was U.S. navy operations within the area and the disaster that such brought on, that was to blame. However the U.S. Presidency on the time was Democrat, and the CBC couldn't countenance any criticism of the the U.S. administration. J.T. received in 2015. And so, right here we're. Canada on the brink of becoming the primary Western democratic nation to show Communist. Or regardless of the latter-day Communism is named. However it is defined. My Era 2 memoirs have been updated with some extra photographs of Spiderman and The Littlest Hobo, accompanying my reminiscences of mid-to-late-1974. Alternate cowl to the Buena Vista DVD set of Spiderman released in 2004. I am commencing this, my remaining Weblog entry of the yr, 2023, with a report that the additional DVD box set of Spiderman that I bought, in hopes of procuring a non-defective Disc 4 within the set, arrived in my mailbox late Thursday. And I'm happy to say that Disc four on this newly bought DVD set, is faultless. So, now I've a full set of Spiderman DVDs as "back-up" to the one which I have retained since 2004. Hopefully, the 2 Spiderman sets that I now possess, will likely be with me for the rest of my days. And if any DVDs other than the fourth one, should "rot", I have a further "again-up" that I can supply. I do have three high quality copies of all the DVDs in the set aside from Disc 4. I observe that there are bootleg Blu-Ray units of Spiderman being bought by on-the-Internet distributors. Although DVDs have a marked propensity to "rot", I might still favor a pressed-in-factory DVD over a BD-R. And BD-R is what I really feel sure that the bootleg-purveyors are peddling. One of those purveyors is also offering Blu-Ray sets of The Marvel Superheroes, presumably BD-R copies of U.K. DVDs of the thirteen episodes, each, of the Hulk, Thor, Captain America, Iron Man, and the Sub-Mariner. Again, I'd a lot prefer pressed DVD to "burned" BD-R. And I've the DVDs of The Marvel Superheroes that I would like. I do fairly get pleasure from a great marathon of Spiderman episodes every so often. Watching Spiderman episodes does need to capacity to recall me to happier days when I used to be watching and videotape-recording 4:30 P.M. episodes of Spiderman on CHSJ-Tv back in 1982 and 1983, my father out in the kitchen preparing supper and occasionally offering an amused snigger to a few of the dialogue he was hearing from the tv in my den, as he came down the hallway towards the den door. Happier days after i had imminent gatherings and largely nice baseball video games with associates and associates. Happier days when I didn't feel existential dread at my national government's next possible strikes, within the transformation of Canada from a free, particular person-rights-affirming nation to technocratic totalitarianism. I miss my parents, my pals, and the Canada of old. If only I might have them and my present assortment too. There may be, I have discovered, a planned 2024 Space: 1999 convention in London, England. Among the many visitors shall be Italian thespians Gianni Garko, Orso Maria Guerrini, and Carla Romanelli. Such a pity that I cannot partake in occasions comparable to this. But such is the reality of being deemed the illegitimate one for whom Season 2 is most aesthetically satisfying, and of having zero tolerance for the incessant vitriol and malignant efforts at "gaslighting" on the part of the dominant persuasion of the fan movement. And the obsequiousness towards stated vitriol and efforts of "gaslighting", practiced by the slim minority second season accepters. Leaves a foul style in my mouth, such obsequiousness. It's one nice tragedies of my life, that I can't be among kindred spirits, in my enthusiasm for favourite works. But as I say, it is a side of that curse that I invoked upon myself nearly forty-seven years ago. And moreover. I would not be welcome at any fan gatherings. Even when I did have the tolerance for the "'Year 2'-is-excrement" crowd. And the very people who had been parties to my "cancellation" within the mid-nineteen nineties, are still very much "in the thick of things". Which does are inclined to repulse me. And the world is in such a risky state now, that there could be no predicting that journey might be potential, for the not-"jabbed", or for anybody, nine or ten months "down the line". People are saying that 2024 might see a "black-swan" event. Just five years in the past, most rational folks would dismiss such a factor as unlikely. Now, I couldn't "rule out" anything. The world is just not the settled and stable place that it was back within the nineteen nineties. It's with foreboding that I watch as 2023 transitions to 2024. Some qualification is needed, I believe, in my criticism of the cartoon, "Brother Brat", two Weblog entries in the past. I don't object to some wartime "jingoism" to aid the morale on the "house entrance". The evil wreaking havoc on the planet, needed to be vanquished. And morale was essential. It's admirable that Warner Brothers wanted to buttress the spirit of America in a few of the darkest hours for mankind. But would I much fairly watch a cartoon without any wartime references "weighing down" its story, and which ventured into unconstrained imaginative territory for its situations and gags? Yes. And there has already been a surfeit of wartime cartoons on DVD and Blu-Ray. For more than ample representation of all of the often unsubtle wartime messaging within cartoons. But what's there to be gained from opining additional on cartoon selections for house video? Clearly, I and the individuals like me who got here to know the Warner Brothers cartoons via the network television showcases for the post-1948 cartoons, are to not be heeded. We are the outliers, even if we may be in the majority among the general public at massive. I have this week been suffering an inflamed, swollen, stiff right knee that causes ache as I stroll. It's a quite tenacious affliction. Every time I feel my knee pop and the stiffness lessen and assume that I've began to get better, the knee stiffens once more some minutes later. I battle to put comfortably in bed with my knee in its current state, as I seek some much-wanted sleep. My fifty-eighth birthday is approaching, and I'm feeling my years now, positively. I'll quickly be as outdated as Roger Moore was when he stopped playing James Bond, and as old as William Hartnell was when he stopped playing the Doctor. And I am seeing childhood buddies leaving the mortal coil. All for at this time, the thirtieth of December, 2023. Thursday, January 4, 2024. Someday away from my fifty-eighth birthday, and that i continue to feel my years. My right knee has not improved, and I am wondering if it will not improve till spring weather arrives and i can walk on warm pavement under Vitamin D-boosting sunshine. Or indeed if it won't ever improve. Maybe I'm condemned to having a weak right leg for the remainder of my days. Maybe it is arthritis. I am not about to consult a doctor because the well being care system in New Brunswick, or a minimum of in the Fredericton area, is collapsing. I noticed a entrance-web page story yesterday in one of the province's newspapers. Horizon Health is advising the populace to avoid the Emergency Room at the Dr. Everett Chalmers Hospital, the only hospital in Fredericton, built in the 1970s when Fredericton had half of the population that it has now. Evidently, an enormous quantity of employees are sick and wait times are in the order of two days. This state of affairs was predicted by various media and so-known as "conspiracy theorists" when all medical professionals had been mandated to have "the shots". And those who refused them have been indefinitely suspended from duty (and nonetheless are, I think). Staff shortages had been inevitable. To anyone thinking realistically. I pray that no one has had loss of life as a reaction to these "jabs", but it's a recognized impact of the needles and the mRNA in them instructing the body to provide insane numbers of toxic spike proteins. I'm simply going to have "soldier on" with my leg ailment and any others that I may experience in weeks to return. Hoping that increasing quantities of daylight will stimulate my immune system. I'm also going to try intermittent fasting, as some folks say that lowered inflammation as a result of decrease blood sugar, is considered one of the advantages of such. I did buy for myself a chocolate roll yesterday for my birthday. I might binge tomorrow on that, after thirty-six hours of fasting. My updates of Website this week have been concentrated upon The Littlest Hobo Page. The CTV broadcast history section of it, extra specifically. Now added is broadcast history for The Littlest Hobo for Quebec and Ontario CTV television community stations. My intention is to labour further to provide broadcast historical past for all provinces west of Ontario, however it is proving to be somewhat extra complex a task than that for Ontario, Quebec, and eastern Maritimes broadcast histories, as there was much much less consistency in airtime. Most especially in Saskatchewan. I suggest to ruminate some on the "tack" of me being illegitimate as an appreciator of Space: 1999 because I grew to become enamoured with the tv programme by means of Season 2's run in 1976-7, and unlike others who have been equally affected by Space: 1999's second season, I refused to kowtow to the naysayers or coopt their perspective and "rag" on Season 2 with the same, or nearly the same, gusto. Or to be an "apologist" for it. But somewhat an ardent singer of its praises. Even if I had not met Dean within the late 1980s and turn into privy to the extent of aesthetic curiosity to be had with the second season subject matter, I'll nonetheless have bristled on the hyperbolic slurring of every little thing from first scenes of "The Metamorph" to the epilogue of "The Dorcons", and producer Fred Freiberger. That turned legion within the nineteen nineties and past. Would that have happened if Dean and that i had written nothing as regards second season having artistic qualities? Oh, most likely. The majority of the people slinging bile at Season 2 every time any image of it's shared on Facebook, probably should not conscious of our existence or that of something we submitted to fan newsletters. Mind, the bandwagon effect won't have gained the momentum that it had as soon because it did. Indeed, repudiating what had been contributed by Dean to the newsletters of the International Space: 1999 Alliance and the Calgarian's membership, was the place the rubber did first start spinning on the pavement with moderately formidable pressure. Today, there is never a scarcity of ostensibly never-before-opining-in-public persons saying that "Year 1" was an unqualified success and that the man of initials F.F. destroyed the scores triumph of the 1975-6 tv broadcast yr, with his uncalled-for tinkering. People who find themselves unaware of the truth that Season 1 did experience a rankings decline prompting ITC mogul Lew Grade to declare Space: 1999 cancelled. And unaware that Gerry Anderson had begun transferring in one other course, with The Day After Tomorrow- "Into Infinity", before he and Fred Freiberger rallied to "pitch" to Grade the Maya character, giving impetus to Grade to overturn the cancellation, however with necessities of a reduction in budget and filming schedule. The imagination content could be retained, and Keith Wilson would proceed envisaging aliens, alien worlds, alien spaceships, and Alpha sections, of an aesthetic following what he had achieved in first season. Cast reductions have been obligatory. Some individuals weren't below renewed contract however had been offered appearances on an episode-by-episode basis. But other tv collection, profitable television series, had episodes during which characters, sometimes predominant characters, did not seem. I'm watching many an episode of Bonanza these days (they're all obtainable on YouTube), and plenty of occasions an episode focused on one of many Cartwrights, to the close to or total exclusion of the others. Some while back, I made an remark about the Adventures of Black Beauty typically sidelining one or more of the kids characters for entire episodes, them not appearing or not even being mentioned. Such is routine procedure in tv collection whose manufacturing, for one reason or another, requires simultaneous filming of episodes. Second season Space: 1999 was not first to undertake such apply. Grade was not supportive of one other fifteen-month filming schedule, with all of the associated prices thereof, for Season 2. Production needed to be "sped up". Sets needed to be streamlined. But still, the manufacturing values remained excessive. Higher than those of each other work of the imagination made for tv in 1976. All of the other tiresome rants invariably observe. Rubber, rubber, rubber. Weekly monsters. Comic e book. "Dumbing down". No extra saying in dialogue to the viewers what this or that episode is about (as if that is de facto crucial). I have responded to all of this earlier than and am not going to waste my time doing so again. What sticks in my craw especially today, is the contention that Anderson and Freiberger want not have bothered. That perhaps they did handle to persuade Grade to grant a reprieve for a second season, to Space: 1999, however it would have been better for Space: 1999 to have been only Season 1. And that any followers who were drawn into the Space: 1999 universe via the second season, are irrelevant in such a consideration. Unless we repudiate our loyalty to Season 2 and go with "the herd", we are illegitimate. Bastard fans who deserve not the slightest whit of consideration. Front cowl to the seventh issue of Starlog. First of the Starlog magazine points to have photography of Star Wars on its entrance cover, and intensive reviews on Star Wars on its interior pages. Had I not grow to be cognizant of the existence of Space: 1999, I would seemingly have been swept away by Star Wars. Allow us to imagine, shall we, a state of affairs during which Grade didn't reverse his resolution. One during which Space: 1999 stayed cancelled by way of late 1975 by way of 1976, and never went back into production. The information of terminated production would little question have had an impact on the summer time repeat season of 1976. Ratings would have fallen, narturally, as soon as it had develop into identified that ITC had cancelled the television collection. And numerous broadcasters might have "pulled the plug" early on Space: 1999 and opted to air one thing else that may boost scores and curiosity of potential sponsors. Or bump Space: 1999 out of prime-time and air its repeats at a late hour, before dropping it fully. Probability could be that a distant television station would not have been airing the repeats in summer of 1976 by which I occurred to see "The Infernal Machine" one night. And there actually would not have been any Space: 1999 promoted by CBC for autumn of 1976. I might possible have gone onward being oblivious to Space: 1999's existence. Maybe never understanding of it until seeing some point out of it in Starlog sometime in 1979 or 1980. And Starlog being Starlog, the point out would little question have been rare and not one of effusive reward. With Space: 1999 having not come into my life in 1976, and my interest in house being what it then was, I would in all probability have watched Star Trek on CHSJ earlier than being swept away in 1977 by Star Wars like could an individual of my era was. I'd have been one other run-of-the-mill Star Wars fanatic, with Star Trek as a side curiosity, I suppose. I'd have been doodling the Star Wars emblem on my denims as Tony did, or on my college books. And buying even more Star Wars merchandise than I did. It will have been Star Wars that supplied solace to me in my difficult first months as a Frederictonian. A mere two hours of movie versus forty-eight. I am probably not certain that my nostalgia for Douglastown and my ultimate year there would have been anything prefer it was. It appears unlikely. And with out that nostalgia, I don't know the way I'd have coped with loneliness later in life. Would I nonetheless have been lonely as a more mainstream science fiction/fantasy proponent, with Star Wars? Difficult to say. In school in Fredericton, at the very least, I feel being the odd one out, nonetheless would have been the case for me. Later in life, maybe I'd have discovered my method to some kindred spirits. A Kevin McCorry devoid of Space: 1999 is an attention-grabbing subject to ponder. For me, not less than. But what of the world at large with Space: 1999 by no means having had a Season 2? Well, the television present would have pale into obscurity reasonably rapidly. As UFO had completed, I might think. Like UFO, it wouldn't have been granted much, or something, in the way of syndicated repeats, post-cancellation. Not in my neck of the woods, definitely. It will have been considered a failure, a "flop", not going beyond a single season. And it could have been thought to be such by tv station programme managers. The "sell" would been a darned sight "more durable" for anyone writing letters requesting an extra run. Merchandise in stores would have been liquidated much sooner. The books. The toys. Et cetera. Space: 1999 would have been that much more in the rearview in the public consciousness when Star Wars made its grand entrance, pushing all different science fiction/fantasy merchandise nicely to the aspect within the shops. Would Cosmos 1999 have been given an additional run on Radio-Canada? In autumn of 1976 or in 1979. Maybe. Maybe not. I can not say for certain one way or the opposite. If it did, it might need slipped under my radar. Watching Radio-Canada was not my standard process in September, 1976 for something other than the cartoons of Bugs Bunny, et al.. In 1979, who knows? I might have been so fixated on Star Wars that my eyes would not pour over the tv guides, particularly the listings for French tv programming. I would by no means have seen an episode of Space: 1999. Ever. Some individuals, my mom included, would say that this might have been so much the better for me. Maybe it would have been. Maybe not. I might have certainly been spared a lot anguish. But again to reality. Space: 1999 is a two-season television series. There may be enough of an aesthetic fixed by means of the entirety of it, courtesy of Keith Wilson and Brian Johnson and crew, for it to be seen as one television programme. Not an authentic one followed by a "reboot". An aesthetic fixed in addition to the faces of Landau and Bain, and the premise of the runaway Moon and from it peculiar units of "threads" of idea ideas and potential meanings. Planets being gender-coded female, for instance. "Reboots" usually, if not always, re-engineer the opening episode or first film, telling the story again with a discretely totally different set of conditions. Space: 1999 did not do that. "The Metamorph" opened with the Moon transferring about via house, nearly a 12 months, Alpha time, after leaving Earth orbit, and having had earlier encounters and experienced some earlier betrayals, as stated by Tony Verdeschi. There were modifications, sure. And it was left to the imaginative audience (or the expected-to-be-imaginative audience) to explain them in personal "head canon". Space: 1999 was not the primary Anderson tv sequence to have characters vanish with no on-display screen explanation. And Alpha was huge enough for sections hitherto unseen, to abruptly appear. And adjustments in Alphan outlook might be addressed by unseen encounters. And Space: 1999 did garner new viewers and new fans by means of the airing of the second season in 1976-7. Fandom is the size that it's at the moment because of the two seasons' runs on tv and subsequent releases on house video. The folks bemoaning the existence of Season 2 are nothing but absurdly incessant, petulent crybabies. Fifty-year-old crybabies sitting at their computers and day by day typewriting epithets of teenagers, to slur their unloved season of their favoutite opus of the imagination. Closed-minded, stubborn crybabies. The world ought to have left them behind, regarded Space: 1999 as a two-season television manufacturing with highs and lows in each seasons, and proceeded to craft a greater existence for us all. Not the dystopia that looms. But I am not going to go further down that line of dialogue today. Apart from to notice that, all too predictably, the powers-that-be are actually trying to "move off" the heart harm attributable to the "jabs" as a symptom of a brand new pressure of COVID-19, for which more needles shall be required into an already pincushioned and sure subclinically heart-damaged populace. Dark instances coming. If that is to be "narrative" for an much more oppressive set of mandates. All for at this time. I might do an extra Weblog entry on my birthday tomorrow. 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