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Report this Jun. 04 2009, 6:21 am

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"One of the reasons we wanted to break with the original 'Star Trek' timeline was it felt restrictive," Abrams said. "The idea, now that we are in an independent timeline, allows us to use any of the ingredients from the past - or come up with brand-new ones - to make potential stories." This is a interview I just read. Rick Berman was able to do over 620 hours of star trek without screwing the time line up or having to change the time line. Today's hollywood writers producers and directors are just not talented is all. Any professional writer could have taken the material that already existed and gave a great prequel. Currently this is happening with the prequel Caprica. It is restricted by what was introduced in the pilot and what we know is to come 60 years later. It does not ruin the story line knowing what will happen to certain characters. It didn't ruin the story line of the star wars prequel knowing that Anakin would become Darth Vader. So sticking to the star trek that was and knowing the Kirk dies on veridian 3 would not have ruined any current stories that could have been told. J.J, you will not be making any more money off of me. And Paramount shouting about this film making 76 million on opening weekend (well Star Trek 2 still has done better. In 1982 dollars Star Trek 2 made 80 million at the box office - tickets were 2 dollars for a matinee: Star Trek 11 cost me 8 dollars for a matinee, that is four times higher than 1982. Divide the 76 by 4 and you get 19 million . Trek 11 has so far only earned 19 million in 1982 dollars, a long way from passing Star Trek 2. ) and the studios do go by the tickets sold not by the dollar amount gained.

For one thing, Berman screwed with canon quite often. Number 2, there is only one cast of Trek that is $$$, and that's the TOS cast.

In the alternate reality Star Trek, the remaining TOS cast track down the reboot writers, installing then in a special hack writer's wing of the home for retired motion picture performers, where ancient Spock repeatedly nerve pinches them and Kirk incessantly quotes Shakespeare until they agree to write sensible, intelligent scripts. Meanwhile, Paramount, looking for a way to further exploit its least favorite property, plans to use the Star Trek franchise as a basis for its own amusement center called Star Trek the Ride!--which promised to make a fortune. Original Trekkies (or Trekkers) rise as one and, after downing their morning pills, hobble to the streets in celebration in their walkers and wheelchairs, which, of course ends at noon as they all need an afternoon nap.

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Report this Jun. 04 2009, 5:59 pm

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ooooo what a dark alternate reality, stressing 'reality.' ¿how about this one... ¿

in a nearby alternate reality, actors Robert Duncan MacNeill and Wil Wheaton open a Gen - X "Star Trek Rage Museum" down the street from "Star Trek The Ride!!" ¿ It becomes a moderate hit, especially after the elderly wife of an original series 'red-shirt-extra' drops dead at the grand opening, creating a huge buzz factor. ¿

one night after closing, both MacNeill and Wheaton feel strangely drawn to a mock-up TOS corridor with Jeffries Tube at one end. ¿Peering into the tube, it exhibits a bizarre echo sound. ¿climbing into the tube, it becomes impossibly long, and 42 feet from the entrance they're suddenly sucked forward into darkness. ¿

when they can again see, they're looking through the eyes of a middle aged man sitting at a desk with an IBM selectric humming and clicking. ¿ the man's eyes turn and look at the desk and the actors see him look closely at a long memo with big red slash marks from "Herb Solow, NBC Programming." ¿ Next to an old black telephone is a half-full bottle of Dr Pepper, and a black and white headshot of young William Shatner with devil horns and a scar pencilled in. ¿

A door across the room opens, a beautiful secretary walks in wearing a miniskirt, and in the reflection of her huge belt buckle, the actors see they're staring through the eyes of Gene Roddenberry in the year 1965. ¿Suddenly there's a bright flash of light and the actors find themselves near an intertstate highway bridge in Pasadena.

Where, as alternate realities will have it, beautiful, leggy blonde women parade in a variety of backless and almost frontless 1969 jump suits and flowing gowns, all giving our boys a come hither look with their heavily mascaraed eyes...

and then a California Highway Sign lights: Beware: Vulcan Sex Ahead

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Report this Jun. 04 2009, 7:25 pm

Quote (anderbilt @ June 04 2009, 7:23 pm)
i think i need some 'quiet time' now

would you like cookies and milk with that quiet time?

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Report this Jun. 04 2009, 7:52 pm

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that's a question fraught with possibilities hmmmmmm

or, perhaps, something, ahh, more, ahh



vulcan?

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 2:31 pm

the closet we ever came to hot vulcan sex in TOS was the time Spock sweet talked that Romulan Commander out of her cloaking device. No wonder Spock never smiled.

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 2:53 pm

Spock wanders the ship at night, as others sleep, silently weeping for his long lost mother, aghast that his father should confess to actually having loved his wife, wondering why he's practice all this needless self-sacrifice. He's wrapped so tightly that his body begins to ping like a Vulcan harp when lo, and behold, who should slip into the darkened corridor, dressed in a diaphanous nightgown of many colors, but Uhura, beckoning to her troubled superior officer, but just as he  turns to fall gratefully into her warm embrace, who should appear but the ghost of Nurse Chapel!

"I've waited centuries for you, Spock! I  have crossed time lines, international date lines, dead lines and lines of demarcation for just a moment of pleasure in your strong Vulcan embrace and when I get here, what do I find? He's mine, do you hear, MINE!"

to be continued...

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 2:59 pm

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i just read your explaination of vulcan relationships in the thread "Sybok". ¿ very interesting take, and logical to boot. ¿much to consider.

Spock was always my favorite character, probably because I had the hots for Leonard Nimoy (still do as girlish crushes die hard or hardly die), but the character is so fascinating and Nimoy imbued Spock with a real back story, with nobility, and intelligence. When you looked at that Spock, you knew he'd seen it all and had the answer, even if only a well-time nerve pinch.

Meanwhile, we have Spock trapped in a corridor between Nurse Chapel and Uhura...will he make a choice...will it be an inter-species threesome?

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 3:27 pm

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are you tossing it to ME?

It's you or T'Pring

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 4:11 pm

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.... ¿Spock stares at the apparition, then says "You're the Starfleet cadet who was assigned to the infirmary after you flunked the Kobayashi Maru. ¿Didn't you fall into an open phase-coil access port?" ¿
"You don't love her, you love ME!" shrieks the ghost, "Y-you flunked me so that I'd have to take the whole year over again, I KNOW IT! ¿The re-assignment was a mistake, a horrible mistake. ¿Hey, did I really fall into an open phase coil access port?" ¿
"She's really starting to bother me," says Uhura "I'm losing the mood, babe. ¿Call me when this is over." ¿Uhura goes back to her quarters. ¿
Spock watches her walk away and turns back to the confused apparition. ¿But before he can speak, a Vulcan woman steps from the shadows. ¿"TPring?" ¿Spock asks quietly. ¿ She nods and steps slowly forward to stand before Spock, who says "What are you doing here? ¿You dumped me for that, oh what-s-name, Stogg." ¿
T'Pring says "Stonn was on Vulcan when your future self got our whole race destroyed. ¿You OWE me Spock." ¿Fast as lightning, T'Pring hands clamp on Spock's head. ¿"It's Pon Farr time early this cycle, my betrothed." ¿ ¿Both are suddenly transported to a waiting space cruiser in orbit. ¿
The ghost of Christine, floating in the empty corridor, looks up and down and vanishes with a scream! ¿ Her ephemeral spirit streaks like a phaser blast through time, space and dimensions, coming to rest as it enters an alternate timeline and enters the body of a young actress named Hayden Panattiere on 20th century earth. ¿
She sits bolt upright in bed, grabs her cell phone and calls her agent. ¿"Hey, can you get me in that next Star Trek movie?"

I cannot type as I am laughing too hard

THAT is brilliant, if only I had the time to respond now...

later, I promise

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Report this Jun. 05 2009, 5:46 pm

Suddenly obsessed with faintly green men, Hayden Panattiere approaches JJ Abrams and tells him her "dream," suggesting this would be an excellent story for the next new, improved, and more bombastic Star Trek. Abrams turns her down, saying that the new approach is not to be interested in character development. Hayden/Nurse Chapel vainly promises him hot Vulcan sex, but to no avail.

With nowhere else to turn, Hayden/Nurse Chapel contacts Nancy Kovak who knows something about tracking down a wandering man while wearing a space diaper and together they hatch a plot to steal a space craft and slingshot it around the sun to reach the universe in which Mr. Spock now resides.

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Report this Jun. 06 2009, 11:11 am

Living in Shelly Long's Cheers body was more difficult than Nurse Chapel imagined. Originally, she thought portraying a character as Shelly's would provide her with the time she needed to get out of the current time zone and into Spock's waiting arms. But being perky all the time takes its toll, particularly when one is not naturally perky. Still Nurse Chapel persevered and using Shelly's body and aging Volvo, she went to  the only person she believed could assist her: Gene Roddenberry Jr.

"Sonny!" She said as he opened the doors, grabbing the sleepy dressing gown clad franchise heir in a warm embrace.

"Shelly Long?" R Jr asked, wiggling free.

"No, it's me, the alter ego of your own ever-loving' mama. I need help and  you are  the only person to whom I can turn," Shelly/Christine said, barging her way past the pasty-faced youth and into the disheveled living pit.

"HUH?"

"Let's cut to the chase. My name is Christine Chapel. For years I've had a yen for Mr. Spock, who, unfortunately, is a Vulcan, apparently unable to provide the kind of emotional love a human woman needs. But see, that's the problem. I never wanted a long-term thing, all I wanted was a dirty little fling that both of us might regret at the time but which we will look  upon fondly as the years passed."

The kid held up is hand, "Wait. You came here because you want to get laid by Mr. Spock?"

"My fondest wish for 40 years. I had my opportunity but then I felt it was taking advantage of the poor guy, what with pon far and all."

"Well, that was stupid."

"I know. I know. Anyway, in his new incarnation Spock is not above a pity you-know-what, which is fine with me but now he seems to have a thing for Ohura. Although to be honest, I liked the other Spock better, sexier, more dangerous." Shelly/Christine lit a cigarette unaware that this past time was unwelcome in this time zone.

Now completely awake, young Mr. R rummaged around the beer cans that adored every available surface looking for a hit of something.

"This is like a bad Star Trek joke, right?" he asked

"Does it sound like a Star Trek joke." Shelly/Christine asked in her best perky waitress voice.

"Well, yeah," the kid replied, "it sorta does."

"I must have my Spock," Shelly/Christine cried.

"I think he lives in  the Valley," Roddenberry Jr replied

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Report this Jun. 07 2009, 6:53 pm

oh, jeez, just returned for a not very relaxing weekend in the country, have to think about this...

more...

later....

an ancient Trek fan leans back on her English provincial chair, the one the cat scratched to ribbons, tosses Wrath of Khan into the DVD player and with the opening credits begins to feel much much better....

seeking inspiration

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Report this Jun. 07 2009, 9:07 pm

Nurse Chapel looked in the mirror and was pleased to see T'Pring as young and as luscious as when she dumped Spock for Spon, who turned out to be something of a dud.

It wasn't just that Spon preferred sitting around drinking Vulcan tea with his buddies and watching endless Vulcan Mind Games (he was a die hard Raven's fan). It wasn't just that he was too tired from the daily grind at the Vulcan Shipping Commission to pay her proper homage. It wasn't just  that he never, ever remembered to lower the commode lid. It was all of these things and he was boring to boot.

Frankly, the relationship had hit the skids right after their honeymoon in the Pocono Mountains--even if the bed was heart shaped.

So, T'Pring was perfectly willing to share her body with the leggy Nurse Chapel, provided she could have a cool tryst with the now world famous Spock without endangering her place in Vulcan society as the coldest Oh No on the block.

But first she had to find Spock and convince him that logically they belonged together, if only for  the night.

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Report this Jun. 08 2009, 11:28 am

She prowled the corridor like a cat in heat, the voluminous train of her sparkly diaphanous robe billowing behind her. Her jade and ivory hair decorations tinkled with each of her determined footsteps. Her jaw muscles with the effort of keeping Christine's human smile off T'Pring's Vulcan face.

First, T'Pring/Christine looked in on the recreation lounge, where tight groups of people complained about the quality of food belched forth by the repilcator. As she turned, she brushed past an unfortunate red shirted security guard who made the mistake of blocking her way.

"Hello, beautiful," the hapless security guard said in his best Starfleet lothario style.

"Pardon me," T'Pring/Christine said, attempting to walk around him. But he changed position, again blocking her.

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee," he persisted.

"No," and he blocked her again.

"How about something strong," he asked.

"You asked for it," T'Pring/Christine said, using the Vulcan nerve pinch.

Stepping over the prone red shirt, T'Pring continued her prowl, finding her way to  the Officer's Quaters, finding her way to Spock's door.

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Report this Jun. 08 2009, 7:32 pm

T'Pring stood in the center of the corridor, resting her weight on one out thrust womanly hip, the still taught flesh of her shapely thigh clearly visible from beneath her diaphanous sparkling road, the "V" beneath her fuchsia hot pants clearly visible. Her fine Vulcan breasts rise and fall as her hearts begins a rapid increase, little mounds of joy jell-o puff beneath the low-cut spangled blouse. Inexplicably, a breeze ruffled through her hair, sending the ivory and jade ornaments jingling, raising the train of her magnificent attire. A stray tendril of hair breaks loose from her high and tight lacquered Vulcan do and blows carelessly over her arched brow.

Spock stops in mid-stride, almost stumbling.

"Spock," T'Pring almost purrs his name, making it two syllable: S-PAH-PAH-K! And then she tosses her fine head, her hair ornaments jingle again, "It's been a while," she sighs.

"I'm sorry, but you seem to have me at a disadvantage. I don't know you madam."

"Of course, you know me, I'm T'Pring, we were bound as children. Surely, you remember that?"

"Well, yes, mam' I do, but although you resemble T'Pring, she is younger, fresher, almost saintly, if we had saints on Vulcan."

"What?" screamed T'Pring.

"What?" echoed the inner Nurse Chapel.

"Perhaps it's Spock Prime you seek,"

"HUH?" both women reply.

At which point Spock launches into a long, technical discussion of red matter and alternate time lines and

T'Pring/Nurse Chapel faints from sheer exhaustion.

Spock carries the unconscious woman/women to the surgery for McCoy's ministrations.

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