The one where Chandler achieves beatification.

We've reached an interesting watershed point in our technological development.  Not too long ago, all media was interpreted physically - ink on a page, light on a photograph, or the sound of a musical instrument being played.  Those experiences are all now digitally mediated, and without that silicon interpreter they no longer even exist.

I seem to recall a bold defense in a 1980s pornography case which was based on the fact that videotape on its own was meaningless, an anonymous greyish-black magnetized coating on mylar. It was only when the tape was dragged across a tape head and the results displayed on a cathode ray tube that the content could be considered obscene, so the production of the tape itself was innocent of wrongdoing. Sad to say the plea was unsuccessful*, but in my mind there's some truth to the hypothesis.

After all, in the case of a suitably comprehensive global disaster, the only use for a Kindle full of ebooks would be as a possible source of fish hooks**, content rendered useless by the final death of the battery, whereas paper-based books would retain their meaning and utility.

But surely not all the media of the computer age would be lost!  Walter M. Miller Jr.'s brilliant novel A Canticle For Leibowitz describes a future dark age in which racing forms and electrical blueprints have become the apocrypha of a new religious order.  Imagine instead the digitally-inspired religion of the post-apocalypse!

Picture if you will: a ruined monastery, its cracked walls shored up with street signs, fragments of concrete, and corrugated iron, the ubiquitous building materials of the end of the world.

Within the patchwork walls, a tonsured novice kirtles up his robes, mounts an ancient bicycle and begins to pedal. As his speed increases, the generator attached to the rusted chain in place of a rear wheel start to hum.  With a crackle of sparks, a scratched LCD screen flickers to life, and the assembled monks of the Order of Netflix™ once again reverently watch the temptation of Saint Chandler by Rachel, the Lilith of the Old World, and his rejection of the evil temptress in favour of the Blessed Monica.

I leave the question of Phoebe's status as demon or angel as a decision that each of us must make according to the dictates of their conscience, and the tenets of their faith.

- Sid

* Normally I'd say that the defendant didn't get off, but that seems inappropriate for a porn trial.

** How unfortunate that you would be unable to use a Kindle for kindling.
 

And counting.

Heart of the Swarm, the first expansion module for Starcraft II, is being released on March 12th. Blizzard Entertainment is famous for their superb cinematics, and the first look at the opening for the new module clearly demonstrates why.

However, I have to make the guilty admission that, over time, I've drifted away from my dedication to Starcraft, and as a result I felt a need to brush up my skills a bit before March 12th.  So I metaphorically blew the dust off my Starcraft II shortcut, and once again fired up the game after a long absence.

Not too surprisingly - or perhaps surprisingly to those of you who aren't gamers - that long absence encompassed a substantial number of upgrades and patches, so it took a bit of time for the game to bring itself up to date.  Once the system was ready to let me log in, I was amused to see that the current version of the game was as follows:

I admire Blizzard's attention to detail, but honestly, couldn't this have been held down to three decimal points?  Although I do have to admit that I'm a bit curious over what changed from Version 1.5.4.24539.

- Sid

Hopefully they serve popcorn, too.

Last year my employers were good enough to send me to San Francisco for a publishing conference.  Not only was it a great professional development opportunity, but San Francisco was a marvelous location for blog-related activities, as detailed in last year's postings about Borderlands, rocket ships, and changes of hobbit.

This year the conference is being held in Austin, Texas at the end of April, and I put in a request to attend again - I fully accept and understand that the company has the prerogative of turning down this sort of request, but if you don't ask, they can't possibly say "yes".

As it turned out, my VP and new departmental manager agreed that I could attend - much thanks to John and Ted - but I didn't see Austin as offering very much in the way of genre-related sidetrips.

And then I stumbled across a reference to the Alamo Drafthouse Cinema...

The Alamo Drafthouse is arguably one of the world's most famous theatres when it comes to genre films.  It's actually a chain, with locations in a number of US cities, but it got its start in, you guessed it, Austin Texas.  They're not exclusively a genre chain, but their annual Fantastic Festival, famous poster series, and general interest in science fiction and fantasy films have given them a strong presence in the community. In fact, I've mentioned the Alamo Drafthouse before - that was the location of the surprise debut of the 2009 Star Trek reboot, introduced and hosted by Leonard Nimoy.

In addition to that reputation in the fan community, the Alamo Drafthouse has taken a unique approach to the movie-going experience.  Their theatres have a full dinner menu with table service (the seats have something very similar to lecture hall countertops), and also serve alcoholic beverages.  In addition, their online booking system lets you reserve a specific seat in the theatre in advance, so there's no need to show up early and stand in line. Finally, they are famous (or infamous) for their draconic rules involving summary ejection for cell phone use or talking during the movie.   

To summarize:  the Alamo Drafthouse is a genre-friendly movie theatre that lets you pick your seat in advance and drink beer during the movie, and throws out people who talk or use their cell phones - is there some reason NOT to go?

So that takes care of one evening's entertainment in Austin.  Hmmm...I wonder what my movie options will be?  End of April, start of May - damn, no, I miss the premier of Iron Man 3 by one day.  Unless I get lucky - wow, imagine if history repeated itself and Robert Downey Jr. showed up on stage!

Or, if not so lucky, Tom Cruise with the blooper reel from Oblivion - sometimes you pays your money and you take your chances.

- Sid