Sunday, July 29 2001
Molly's Rant:
Well, after a day of “writing my physics paper” (ever feel really unmotivated?) I updated the Kill Chakotay Web Page for the first time in a year or so. So the reason of this rant? Well, it isn’t really a rant, more of a revelation. When Voyager first began I was ten years old. I was an avid TNG fan, wasn’t a DS9 fan (yet) and wanted to see what Voyager was all about.
I didn’t see another episode for 2 years. In that time I leaned to love DS9, was over morning TNG and was now in Junior High School. The second Voyager episode I ever saw was Tuvix. Looking back I’m surprised I didn’t go on another hiatus. The summer re-run schedule was coming to an end and with two episodes under my belt I was watching Basics and very confused. Luckily Izzy, (who I had just recently met) had the last two seasons on tape, and being a relatively un-busy 7th grader, I was up to date within a couple of months.
I instantly fell in love (a platonic love) with the character B’Elanna Torres. And instantly hated Chakotay, Tuvok, and Neelix. As season 3 ended (I was a major P/T’er by that point) and Kes left, I found that, low and behold, Tuvok was growing on me. Weird. The still hated Chakotay, but Neelix had gotten better since he a Kes had broken up (that was always a slightly odd relationship.)
By that 4th season such episodes as Day of Honor and Revulsion had me to entranced that it looked like escape was impossible. Then came the 5th season. As the 4th (and wonderful) season came to a close I was expecting a cliffhanger, at least up to par with Scorpion (although I was hoping for a Year of Hell or Killing Game) and what did we get? Hope and Fear. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was followed by Night. Now, Night wasn’t a bad episode, it just wasn’t what I wanted out of a season primer. Also, the spring before the primer, we got PrimeStar (a satellite) which is know Direct TV. The whole reason we got a satellite was because we have HORRIBAL reception, and guess what? The satellite doesn’t carry UPN. So to watch Voyager I had to go back to the antenna and watch blurry people walk around in a land of static. I had also started high school that year, I decided to play sports, leaving me very little free time. I also gained the ability to completely forget about Voyager until Thursday morning. Izzy had also lost interest with me. The last episode I watched was Drone.
I didn’t even get interested in Voyager again until the end of the 6th season. Izzy and I were working on our History Day project (which went to State BTW and was about Roswell) and she brought over a whole slew of Voyagers on tape. I fell in love again, and this time I only hated Chakotay. Somewhere along that line I had learned to love the entire crew of Voyager, some more than others, but Chakotay I still loathed. Janeway seemed so much better than when I had seen her last, I could see beyond Sevens outfits, Neelix’s cheeriness now made me laugh instead of cringe, Tuvok was telling Spock like jokes. In fact, the only thing that was really pissing me off was Tom and B’Elanna, but that was rectified once I got to 6th season episodes.
I still wondered to myself, why does that plum man in the red uniform still piss me off so much? The answer: Robert Beltran. I just finished reading some quotes of his and he hates Star Trek and Voyager! Not the love/hate relationship that so many of us fans have, but hates it like an ugly duckling. I’ve heard that he insulted the fans, but have no proof of that (if you have the quote, send it and it will be posted). He only reads the scenes he in, doesn’t attempt to act if he isn’t talking, and then complains about not getting lines! It’s because he sucks! Have you ever read an interview where Kate Mulgrew or Ethan Phillips or Tim Russ or Jeri Ryan said anything about how their fellow cast members are whinny or suck-ups? He openly disparages everything! Heck, even I who don’t like Chakotay can see some positive things, he’s had a few comical lines, there is a SLIGHT sliver lining. I’m still stewing over the fact that he called Garret Wang a suck-up. I met is once and talked for about 15 minutes, and he was nothing but very nice. I think I’ll move on before I get myself in trouble.
To come to a close, I was reunited with Voyager though Muse, which I watched on my TV not being able to understand half of what was going on due to static. As I prepare for my senior year of high school, I look back on my live, and see that a disturbingly large amount of it was spent on Voyager and Star Trek in general, and before I go to college, I hope to have watched every Voyager episodes, even the ones in the second season :)
Friday December 24
Molly's Rant:
NOTE: this was previously located on the front page, but was moved because we were updating (don't die of shock, it does happen once in awhile).
It's Christmas Eve and my (Molly) older sister (Renée) is here with her spoiled rotten child and her chatty husband. I'm seeking sanctuary. We got an N64, with one controller (we can't open all of our presents until the little brat is gone). Hopefully there are more controllers and a game to come. My mom also got me two sweaters that are to small, and one is just UGLY. Oh well, I guess that after seeing the new moving and having a WONDERFUL lunch with Izzy was just going so well and my days ALWAYS have to suck (yes, I know this should go on the rant page but I wanted someone to read it.) Well, I must go and be social. Arg.
Thursday, October 22
Molly's Rant:
Have you ever worked you butt off to get a good grade on a team project while the person who your "working" with sits there and plays with there gum and does nothing a all? Oh, that makes my mad.
And do you want to know what else? When you siting there, and you mom comes in and starts yelling at you for nothing because you little sister pissed her off!!!!! The drives me crazy!!!!!!!!!!
Alright, I'm done.
Thursday, October 1
Isabell's Rant:
Life has been extremely hectic lately, to say the least. I don't have the time to write a brand new rant, so I thought I'd just stick one of the columns I write for the school newspaper on here. (Very crafty, eh?) It's very appropriate, especially being as how I wrote it at 5:00am, the morning it was due. *s*
Procrastination Takes a Toll for the Worst
"--Today Mark McGuire hit his 66th home run, creating baseball history with a new record." The radio cut through the silence of the night like a knife. Groggily, I stumbled across my room to hit the sleep button on my alarm clock; 4:30am the display read. I rubbed my blurry eyes several times to make sure that I was reading the clock correctly: sure enough it was really that early.
I shuffled across the obstacle course that was my floor over to my desk, and reluctantly pulled out my history book. Names and various faces assaulted my eyes as I flipped through the pages. I tried my best to concentrate on the text I was reading trying to take in all the information that was flying my way. Try as I could, it was no use, it was just too early in the morning for me to concentrate, plain and simple.
Idly, I wondered how I had gotten myself in such a mess. Here I was, up working on my homework before the crack of dawn. Not only did I have history left to finish, but I also had to do several exercises in my French book.
"I really should have started on this stuff earlier last night," I muttered under my breath to myself. I had wasted away several hours the previous night doing things like talking on the phone with friends, surfing the net, I had even sat down and played a game of N64 with my brother.
Now I was paying the toll for not beginning on my work sooner. I was still working on homework when my ride, which consisted of one of my best friends and her nifty car, showed up.
"Gosh, Isabell! You haven't finished your homework yet?" my friend asked as I slid into the backseat of her car. She seemed to think the whole situation was rather amusing, I however, did not in the least.
"I still have to finish this exercise in French," I told her. "If you really wanted to be helpful, you could tell me what a 'une bouteille de l'eau minérale' is." She didn't know, and I was left searching frantically through my textbook for the desired phrase.
Through some miracle or the other, I managed to finish my French by the time I got to school and only get a little carsick from writing on windy roads. My homework was finished, but I was tired and cranky. I spent most of my morning concentrating on staying awake. Mentally, I promised myself that I would start doing my homework when I actually got home from school, not four hours later. Harder said then done though, I figured I still had several more early mornings in front of me before I would be able to truly break my habit of procrastination.
Wednesday, August 12
Molly's Thought:
I was listening to this song on the radio today, and got to thinking, Maybe Alice really was on drugs. After reading this song it become rather eerie. I thing that these Disney people are up to know good. You all know about what's on the cover of the Little Mermaid box, and if you run on of the scenes of the Lion King in Slow Mode, what it says (if you want to know were all of this is, e-mail us) There is some pretty perverted stuff in these movies met of Americas younger children. I grew up on these movies, and just look at me! I have a web page about killing a fictional character!!!!! That's pretty disturbed if you ask me. Anyway, read this song, and think about it.
White Rabbit
Jefferson Airplane
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all;
Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you're going to fall;
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call;
To call Alice, when she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go;
And you've just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low;
Go ask Alice, I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead;
And the white knight is talking backwards;
And the red queen's off with her head;
Remember what the dormouse said,
Feed your head, feed your head
Thursday, July 30
Isabell's Rant:
Actually, this is more of a random thought then anything else. Since it's a Thursday however, and I really don't have anything much better to do with my spare time, I thought I might as well stick it on here. As I was saying....
Have you ever been sitting down, working away on something or the other, and out of nowhere, a song pops into your head? Maybe its the last song you remember listening to on the radio, or an odd little melody someone else had just been humming. Sometimes, a song materializes into your head that you have no memory of hearing for ages, and certainly can't imagine how it got in there. No matter what the song may be, it's been imbedded in your head now.
Sometimes you'll sing the song softly to yourself without even realizing that you're doing so. Or even worse, you're foot will begin tapping out of its own volition to a tune that exsits only in your head--an event that will only end up getting you strange looks, or nominations to be the next Ally McBeal.
Anyhow, here's the song (or should I say part of a song?) that has been plaguing my brain all morning long.
Molly's Thought:
Well, I desired to say somthing to that thought, you've never heard Izzy sing........... damn, now that stupid song is in my head!!!!! Leave, LEEEEEEEEEEEEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isabells's (Other) Thought:
Ha! Now you will be singing (humming, whatever) that blasted song for the rest of the day. Ha! Oh, and anyone who's ever heard Molly sing would realize that she really has no right to be talking about the quality signing voices.... Try to remember the music lesson with two evil stepsisters in Disney's Cinderella, and you'll get an accurate picture of what the two of us sound like when we're signing together. *smile*
Tuesday, July 28
Isabell's Rant:
WHAT IS IT WITH COMPUTERS?!? They're supposedly around to make your life easier, but in the long run, all they end up doing are driving you crazy! This morning, I was given the loathsome job of installing the brand new office scanner, and getting the software up and running. (I must be on someone's bad list to receive a chore such as this...) After struggling for a good half an hour to get the scanner installed, I finally broke down and read the manual. By the time I was done reading the 10 odd pages of technobabble, I was no father ahead in my task then when I had began. Even a call to the manufacturers didn't help matters any.
In a final resort, I put in a call to the computer whiz that worked next door. After half an hour of glaring at the computer screen, he finally showed up. He detected my problem, typed a few magic buttons, and inserted various types of software. I was in shock! He managed to install the same scanner I had been struggling all morning with in a matter of minutes!
As luck would have it, the minute the computer guy stepped out the door, the computer started shooting error messages at me. First, it couldn't recognize the zip drive. Then, the printer wouldn't respond and started firing blank pieces of paper at my face. One problem after the other manifested themselves in a matter of seconds.
Many minutes and several coffee cups later, I had the scanner correctly responding to my biding. The zip drive had returned to its usual cranky self and the printer was submissively finishing its chores. I had just gotten around to convincing myself that not all computers were evil and bloodthirsty, when one final error message popped up onto my screen.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" my scream of total and complete frustration was heard for miles around.
Sunday, July 26
Isabell's Rant:
I had a rant.... but I forgot. Ahhh! Don't you just hate it when that happens??? You have something really important that you're just dying to share.... but by the time that everyone else is paying attention to you, you've totally forgotten what it was! It's simply slipped from your mind, and there's no way in heck you can remember what it was!
Wednesday, July 22
Isabell's Rant:
Ug. I think the only thing worse then hot summer days in the high 100 degree range are hot humid summer days. The air gets heavy and your clothes begin to stick to your body. Every time you open up a door to walk out into the real world, you're hit by a wall of hot boiling sticky air. Ahhhhhhhh!! Maybe I'll move to Greenland. It's never hot there. Yeah, you know, that might be nice....
Tuesday, July 21
Isabell's Rant:
Summer's here, and as far as the television's concerned that means one thing: reruns. It's the station's chance to give you the same program with (wow) brand new commercials. So, you wait eagerly all week long for your favorite program to air. When your show finally comes on, all it reveals is an episode you quite clearly remember viewing last month. Even the jokes are still fresh in your head, and of course you remember how the episode ends. Eventually, it gets to the point where they are showing you reruns of reruns. Oh joy, now you get the opportunity to view the same horrible episode for the third time.
Soon, the only pleasure you can take out of these already viewed TV programs are counting the episodes left until next season will begin.
It doesn't take long for the "if you haven't seen it before, it's new to you!" theme to grow very, very old either. Every now and then along comes the rare moment when you've missed a vital episode during a current season. All hope hasn't been lost though, you can always catch it when it will inevitably will be shown during the summer. Unfortunately, fate often intervenes before you will ever get the chance to see your desired show. Whether it comes in the form of a black out, family tragedy, or channel 47 screwing up again, the one episode you've been waiting all summer to see will be ripped from your grasp. All that pain and suffering because there's nothing worth watching on TV that you haven't seen 30 times already. I really, really hate summer reruns.
Monday, July 20th
Isabell's Rant:
I hate Mondays. Not only do I hate Mondays, but I despise them with a passion!!!! A true, venomous hatred!!!! Why are we forced to start the week by getting up early and trudging off to work on such a hideous day? Arg!
Tuesday, June 23rd
Molly's Rant:
Kneelix-Neelix's name should be spelled with a "K". Like in "Knife" & "Know". So, I could say, "K-Neelix!!" You know, like K-leenex. Then I could say, "Could you pass the K-Neelix?"
Isabell's Rant:
I just don't get it. It's almost like they don't hear me or something. Well, take this for example: The other day Molly & I went to the X-Files movie. (It's good-watch it! There's Mulder & Scully, duh, and The Cigarette Smoking Man, and bees, and cornfeilds.... Where was I? Oh, yeah....)
There we (as in Molly & I) were, sitting in the movie theatre, watching as the ambulance pulled up on the nice big movie screen.
"No Mulder, don't let them! Mulder no! That's not really them!" I yelled. "No, wait that guy has a gun! He's going to shoot--Bang. Damn." Mulder acted like he hadn't ever heard me! There I was, telling him all he needed to know. Did he listen to me? No. The other members in the movie theatre did however, and I decided to shut up for my own good as pieces of popcorn and dirty words began raining down upon my head.
The same darn thing happened to me when I was watching the Voyager episode "One".
"No Janeway, don't do it! Don't fly into the Nebula! Tom, don't listen to her! Nebula's are bad! Bad! All of them! Bad!!! Damn." What did that stupid Captain do? Flew straight into the Nebula, and a Red-Shirt died. She'd have more members in her crew if she'd take my advice more often. Either that, or start using her own head. Sheez, some people I tell you.
The moral of the story: everyone on TV and in the movies are very stupid & need to learn to use their ears. If you ever hear someone screaming not to do something (other than your mother, I mean) listen to that voice--they know what's best for you, really.
Do you have any random rants? If so, send them to us!!
