Why do I like science fiction? Why am I posting here for the umpteenth time? Heck, I don't even belong to a Traveller gaming group. So why come here at all? Why post? Why waste my time?
I guess it's the adventurer in me. Maybe it's also my boyish fantasy as well of desiring to travel among the stars dodging LASERs, performing various feats of derring do, setting foot on worlds fascinating and mundane alike. I don't really know.
But, cruising Youtube, I was reminded of why I watched programs like Doctor Who, Star Trek, Cosmos, or read things like Tolkien, Bova, Heinlein, and all the rest. In a sea of misery with TV of the likes of "Dallas", "Family Crest", and, my perennial least favorite, "Family" with Kristy McNichol, I wonder why more people aren't fascinated with what's out there?
I think of TV shows like "Eight is Enough" or "Family", or books like "The Good Earth", "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" and other forced literature ... you know, stuff that's supposed to be good for you, I often wonder what the benefit is to domesticated life. What does marriage, kids, a house with a white picket fence and good neighbors have over exchanging high energy broadsides with some Zhodani baddie?
The mysteries of scientific and political intrigues are a roaring fire compared to picking up the kids after school. But, alas, the flame is only immaginary. It's not real (mostly anyway), so we come up with exercises to play out what we'd like to have done in dangerous situation X.
But, thank goodness most of it is imaginary. I'm not sure I'd like my life to really hinge on that next mercenary ticket on some far flung world that had been cratered by orbital bombardment, nor would I REALLY want to go down to that planet inhabited by intelligent insects to bust my best friends out of the bug-kitchen before they're turned into bug bait, much less participate in a real running gunfight with some stolen data tapes to a mega-complex-super-sized battle-station. Heck... I could get hurt!
Still, it's nice to think about every now and then.
I guess it's the adventurer in me. Maybe it's also my boyish fantasy as well of desiring to travel among the stars dodging LASERs, performing various feats of derring do, setting foot on worlds fascinating and mundane alike. I don't really know.
But, cruising Youtube, I was reminded of why I watched programs like Doctor Who, Star Trek, Cosmos, or read things like Tolkien, Bova, Heinlein, and all the rest. In a sea of misery with TV of the likes of "Dallas", "Family Crest", and, my perennial least favorite, "Family" with Kristy McNichol, I wonder why more people aren't fascinated with what's out there?
I think of TV shows like "Eight is Enough" or "Family", or books like "The Good Earth", "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" and other forced literature ... you know, stuff that's supposed to be good for you, I often wonder what the benefit is to domesticated life. What does marriage, kids, a house with a white picket fence and good neighbors have over exchanging high energy broadsides with some Zhodani baddie?
The mysteries of scientific and political intrigues are a roaring fire compared to picking up the kids after school. But, alas, the flame is only immaginary. It's not real (mostly anyway), so we come up with exercises to play out what we'd like to have done in dangerous situation X.

But, thank goodness most of it is imaginary. I'm not sure I'd like my life to really hinge on that next mercenary ticket on some far flung world that had been cratered by orbital bombardment, nor would I REALLY want to go down to that planet inhabited by intelligent insects to bust my best friends out of the bug-kitchen before they're turned into bug bait, much less participate in a real running gunfight with some stolen data tapes to a mega-complex-super-sized battle-station. Heck... I could get hurt!

Still, it's nice to think about every now and then.