From all the info I can gather, science fiction got its more or less official start in the early 1800’s with the appearance of one Dr. Frankenstein. Written by Mary Shelly in 1811, it basically crowned her the Mother of Science Fiction. Try smoking that one, guys…
What an experience to see it present day. Had a pre-screening dinner in the new convention center section of downtown LA with fifty new friends, all brought together by Paul Hynek, son of the man who worked closely with Steve Spielberg to bring the original movie to light 40 years ago and who defined what the three phases of close encountership are: 1) sighting, 2) physical evidence and 3) contact. Then into the cavernous theater for the 4K digital director’s cut, which did not disappoint. Spielberg has always
Surprisingly thought-provoking Sunday comic from Gary Trudeau, the beloved author of the 40+ year strip, who, along with Charles Shultz, ranks as the only artist to be regularly published with vintage re-runs while being listed as “On vacation” during most weekdays. He’s that good and that entertaining and an American treasure.
They shoot colored beams of light, in streams, lines and glowie balls. Interestingly, they all shoot slowly, to better illustrate the path they are taking and show off those colorful balls. They’re various forms of deadly, depending on the weapon. Some just stun their target, some flame and spark on the clothing of their intended victim as he/she/it stares at the wound incredulously. Size: Star Trek phasors were quaint compared to most modern scifi weaponry.
What’s it gonna be like to run with the fast crowd in the year 2400? Will we still be waiting at rope lines to get into the coolest zero-grav clubs? Dropping big bucks on magnums of GoThereJuice and sporting the latest pomp-doos? I wrote this song to give myself a little tour of what money could buy 383 years out. Or whatever money’s called by then. Maybe retinal scans will be so retro you’ll just need to blink in one direction
Titanites are enjoying the view of the probe satellite Cassini, that silly little machine Earth sent on a meandering journey that took, like, forever to get here and once it did, to circle around aimlessly looking for us. Can you imagine taking more than an hour to get anywhere in this galaxy without wanting to gouge your rear-facing eyes out over the tedium??
Thanks to the invention and development of sci-fi, the future has been a kind of shared fantasy for a good
The end of my live retro scifi futurism show features an original tune called “Our Tomorrow” which is about connecting with intelligent life on other planets. Simple concept, dramatic tune, it starts quietly emotional, lyrics describing the frustration of not yet making contact, then builds to a big gospeltinged finish about reaching for the stars, while videos display dramatic galactic zooms alternating with real people reaching towards the sky
What will change about the weather in the future? Back around the year 1899, there were European companies promoting themselves with postcard predictions that by the year 2000, science would control everything, including the weather, via giant weather canons, which would somehow blow the bad stuff away, leaving us with clear skies and sunshine.
There’s ample evidence and research indicating that it’s just a matter of time before virtual entertainment becomes virtual living. How far out are we from being able to step into a world that is so perfectly generated, it becomes real to us and as it does, more and more compelling? We’re already bored with the early mind-blowing attempts that brought this unfolding tech to the forefront. Occulus Rift seems a lightyear ago, with Augmented Reality such a compelling second step. But the case for Fully Virtual is incredibly alluring.
