Call it campy or even quirky Call it the wagon train in space All the familiar cardboard sets And the best written scripts Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity All at their very best in the same place This is the most a TV show gets Don’t tell me, you are not gripped
Watching re-runs With your best chums What could be more fun Maybe sitting out in the sun?
But, we are Trekkers Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers Looking up to the stars Daring to go very far Well, at least, in our imagination During the syndication With our favourite television show To which much we owe
“A couple of years ago, I was asked, ‘How would you like to be remembered?’ And my answer was ‘That I was very funny.’” Sir Patrick Stewart
Happy 80th Birthday Sir Patrick Stewart!
Totally, a fellow charming Maybe even somehow warming When you make us unintentionally laugh And sometimes, even cry But, with a voice like that Sir Pat, in that funky hat! Maybe a tad, canny as a cat Who could ever resist Of being rewarded with a kiss By a great as fellow You’re such a helluva An actor, a Captainand yes, a King And totally able to sing!
Wishing you a merry, happy and totally great Birthday And as the cliche goes, if I may
“There are four basic food groups to choose from your daily dose of sustenance: milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white chocolate, and chocolate truffles, so what are you hesitating? Just eat up!” Gun Roswell
Chocolate is The Answer, so who the hell cares what the Question was!
You may be, totally iconic But also, so, so diabolic It is just, quite so symbolic To call little ol’ moi, a ‘holic But still, I tend to frolic When, I get really glycogenic
Pining, I am, for your sensational taste Of the full flavour, you are with laced With a few of them truffles And my poor mouth, is muffled When, I get to eat My favourite, yummy, treat
My life, so completely, in dire straits Would then be Without, those luscious tasty traits You can only, offer me Oh, my sweetest of Chocolate That, you will always be
Forty years ago a research vessel found a missing spaceship commanded by a mysterious scientist on the edge of a black hole. Unfortunately it all happened two years after Star Wars. Unlike Disney’s 1982 hit Tron, which would gain a large fan following, Disney’s winter 1979 science fiction film The Black Hole got left […]
Review by C.J. Bunce Walter Koenig may be best known as the youngest crewman on the original Star Trek, and he’s recounted his work and life during after the series and movies in his earlier memoirs Chekov’s Enterprise and Warped Factors: A Neurotic’s Guide to the Universe. But there’s much more to this complex personality, […]
“We are all born naked and the rest is Drag” – RuPaul
It’s A Human… No, It’s A Drag Race after all!
This is Ixavier Lasloth coming live from the Galaxy near you!
Our news team is currently orbiting a small bluish rock in the farthest corner of the known universe. We are here to observe the supposedly dominant occupants of this planet they have named “Earth”. These people seem to be involved in something called the “human race”, although as to where and when the race will take place is still unclear.
We are here to observe the ritualistic behaviour of this particular species, whose skin colour is varying from a pinkish hue to darker brown shade or sometimes even red. Some of them are covered in a thick fur like layer, while others remain neutral and satisfied in their original skin.
We are in disguise to avoid any panic our strange appearance may cause in the inhabitants.
Upon closer inspection, we can clearly detect at least two distinctive sexes, but there may be more.
Although most of these creatures seem to be content in their existence, some of them rebel against the existing norm. These individuals have ventured to live their lives with their own set of rules and formed tight knit groups and living off the radar. These “outsiders” worship their heroes in an almost religious fashion.
This exceptional behaviour is the reason, why this reporter landed on this forsaken rock and decided to have a closer look.
After making contact with some of these “radical groups”, we were fortunate enough to get invited to observe one of their many rituals. The core group and their followers call themselves “De-rag Q-ueens.
We were invited to observe their masking ritual, reserved for the most elite individuals of the group. The “males” as we got to know them were performing an age old ceremony named the “drag race”.
Observing the ritual to a fault, there is a strict regime to follow:
The first step is to apply a thick layer of paint on the face. The next step is to add a head piece, which seems like a construct of some sort of animal hair. These headpieces come in every imaginative colour of the rainbow. To complete the transformation, a garment weaved with glittering items is pulled over the top half of the body. The feet are covered with footwear constructed from a leathery material and with an added feature, which seems to give the wearer more height.
When the total transformation from “male” to “female” was complete, it was time to “put on a show”.
The Q-ueens lined up and started walking in orderly fashion on what seemed to be a structure of wooden planks they had named the “cat walk”. A rhythmic beat followed by electrical lights flashing caused the Q-ueens to start producing sounds from their throats causing melodic sounds coming out from their mouths. This ritual was of a repetitive nature, where the melodies and sounds varied depending on the individual performing them. The “show” continued and the partakers managed to change their attire several times over before the ceremony was over.
All in all while observing this religious ritual in all its glory, this reporter found oneself caught in the moment; cheering and applauding at the end of the ceremony, which luckily was the accepted social convention.
While trying to get more in-depth information as to what the origin of this particular ritual was, I was fortunate to interview one of the elders among them. And the message, quite clear and directly quoted:
“We may be born naked, but surely the rest needs to be drag” In this reporter’s opinion, this may be one of the more successful stories of Earth.
Until next time, this is Ixavier Lasloth, signing off!
“Better to be busy than to be busy worrying” Angela Lansbury
Happy 94th Birthday Dame Angela
Cannot hide From those gorgeous blue eyes When I finally spy My favourite lady Of the world of theatre There is nothing shady Of the dame so extraordinary There really is no comparing To any other talent about Once her voice comes aloud The magnificence filling the room As all our viewers soon Get our dose of her presence Sharing in her essence And what better gift For a fan girl or boy to uplift Spirits on this day Of ninety fourth birthday
Call it campy or even quirky Call it the wagon train in space All the familiar cardboard sets And the best written scripts Sci-fi, entertainment and humanity All at their very best in the same place This is the most a TV show gets Don’t tell me, you are not gripped
Watching re-runs With your best chums What could be more fun Maybe sitting out in the sun?
But, we are Trekkers Nerds, geeks and well, trekkers Looking up to the stars Daring to go very far Well, at least, in our imagination During the syndication With our favourite television show To which much we owe