Welcome!

Hey everyone! Firstly, I want to readily admit that I am rather behind the curve on this ‘blogging nonsense but it will still not be what I have ridiculed over the months.

Secondly, I am still learning and experimenting with what is built into Mac OS X Server 10.4 so bear with me, this will always be a work in progress.

Keep your eyes open for new entries…which should be somewhat easier. I also would appreciate your feedback.

Be patient, the documentation to this solution borders on nothing and when there is something, it’s useless.

Meanwhile, Mr. Trudeau had excellent timing in expressing an opinion I share about how most bloggers are a bunch of wannabe cranks.

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The Simpsons Hit & Run is a Must Buy

Woo hoo! A me-too game that really rocks! Combining the Simpsons with Grand Theft Auto makes the perfect marriage of violence, mayhem and humor. The overall story is something about an alien invasion but who cares! You get to drive around as Homer, running over people, wrecking into phone booths, stealing money, trying to win races, buying new outfits and having a great time. There are consequences though: there’s a meter in the corner that monitors your anti-social behavior a la GTA to sic the cops on you. But this is Springfield, Chief Wiggum couldn’t catch a cold so shaking off the fuzz is much easier. Missions? Yes, the game requires you to complete a few of them (tasks, races and deadlines) before you can change characters (Bart, Lisa) or unlock more famous cars (Barney’s snow plow). Universal paid great attention to detail with the voices, jokes and plot but unlike FuturamaHit & Run succeeds.

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Futurama is only for Fans

The show may have been cancelled on Fox but Futurama gets a temporary reprieve through this video game. Despite it being unoriginal (run, jump, shoot and gather), it is dedicated to the program’s humor and perspective which appeals to the fans but not gamers.

The publisher pulled out all the stops by having the plot written by one of the show’s writers (J. Stewart Burns), ads for Slurm and human rinds between stages and voices provided by the major actors/characters (sorry, no Amy, Hermes or Cubert).

As a game though, Universal just banged this out; it’s pretty weak, especially when compared to the greats: Ratchet & Clank, Sly Cooper, Mario anything. I really hate having to collect every Nibbler possible just to unlock the key selling point…all the cut scenes running together to form one new episode of the show. If that’s all you want, just find the cheat code when you rent it.

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Rygar: The Legendary Adventure, still two-dimensional

It’s hard to find a reason to complain about a new PS2 game that only costs $15 but somehow the people behind this updated version of Rygar succeeded! At first, it looks pretty exciting because a well-loved sidescroller (2-D) from the past receives the 3-D makeover; Rygar still has his awesome yo-yo shield to sling at the monsters. However, it gets pretty old after an hour since the monsters tend to be the same old spike worms. Even the combo hits can’t liven it up. I think the game would be bearable if you could control the camera angle when exploring the ruins. Maybe when I’m really bored, I can look up some hints on the Internet too. I really lost interest in the game when I got stuck in the ruins of the second level, it’s hard to see doors or cracks with all the earth tones.

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Jeremy Roenick

Jeremy Roenick and his No.1 Fan in Austin

Yesterday we drove all the way to Dallas to see my Flyers blow a two-goal lead and end in a tie against the Stars. On the upside, we did get our money’s worth ($10 for parking and $130 seats…each) with 65 minutes of hockey; the game lasted three periods with five minutes of overtime. I recorded the game on the DVR too, Austin isn’t blacked out.

We arrived early on purpose for several reasons: my tickets were bought online so I wanted to be prepared for problems (there were none), neither of us are familiar with Dallas’ geography thus I always “budget” time for getting lost and lastly, I wanted to get an autograph or two. The last reason seems rather ridiculous yet it isn’t when it comes to the Flyers. I follow the Philly paper online and watch their games via the NHL Center Ice package so according their local press, the players graciously do autographs because they have dedicated fans (maybe it’s in their contract too). No luck in Dallas. We found the employees’ entrance and asked if the teams come through here. They don’t, the AA Center (Arena or whatever) has a secret, below-ground entrance for the teams’ use.

Discouraged, I put my 2003-04 Flyers yearbook away in the car and when we got back to the entrance, there he was on his cell phone, Jeremy Roenick!

Quick explanation because I know the majority of you are saying, “Who is he?” Only one of the best US-born players in the League today; leads in goals for an active player (puts him in third overall for Americans as Joe Mullen and Pat LaFontaine are retired) and will be a future member of the Hall of Fame on personality alone. His several 100-plus point seasons in Chicago a decade ago will probably help his entry too. JR, his nickname, is no Wayne Gretzky or Gordie Howe but he’s loved and despised in the hockey, aka Canadian, press. Now with the brief NHL history lesson concluded, back to the awesome part!

Besides me, there was a trio of fans who drove all the way from Oklahoma to see him. We all politely asked to get our pictures with him and he put his caller on hold and obliged us. What a dude! Seeing that I was wearing his number, JR whipped out a sharpie and autographed my jersey! So cool of him! I didn’t have to ask and now we’re going to get this put away into a display for my office. This is the typical behavior NHL players exhibit from what I’ve read and it makes me like hockey more over the other sports, especially the NBA which filled with spoiled jerks.

I was so on a cloud, the Flyers could’ve lost the game and I wouldn’t have cared. Then while we were waiting to be let in, current GM, Hall of Famer and captain of the first Flyers team to win the Cup, Bobby Clarke walked by. He was smiling too; when you see him on TV, he’s always serious looking. I said good evening to him. I totally geeked out and called him Mr. Clarke. He smiled back and said thank you. I wish I weren’t paralyzed with sports-geek awe to ask for a picture. Bobby is a very polarizing figure in hockey history, especially over the Canada v. the Soviet Union series in 1972, yet I think most of his detractors would still want to meet him for an autograph or picture.

When we were let into the AA Center, I got some razzing from the Stars fans who actually knew what icing is but we were all good sports; they didn’t beat me up when I reminded them about JR being ahead of Mike Modano (the number four American) on beating Joe Mullen’s record. The seats were close enough during the game to make out the action clearly. I went up to the glass during the warm up to get a better glimpse of the Flyers. I’ve followed them on TV long enough so I wanted to see what they looked like in person. Yikes! The joke about the camera adding 10 pounds is wrong with hockey players. Most of them are giants and with their skates off, they’re giants plus three inches with skates on. TV makes them smaller. Regardless, I was within a couple feet of Mark Recchi, John LeClair, Donald Brashear, Keith Primeau, Eric Desjardins, Simon Gagne, Michal Handzus and Robert Esche. Just a bunch of names but to me, they’re my teammates on the PS2 and who I’m cheering for on TV. They have a good shot at going all the way to the Cup and they should, I put down five bucks in Vegas during the wedding saying they’d do it at 14:1 odds. Over half of them have some cool, unique contributions to the NHL’s history as well which is why I listed them. Sadly, both goals for the Flyers last night were made by recent acquisition Mike Comrie. Edmonton couldn’t afford him anymore so Philly took him because the NHL doesn’t have a salary cap, the upcoming bone of contention when the new contract will be negotiated next summer.

I’m still recovering from the late night, caffeine-fueled drive home after the game. Recovering from meeting one of my favorite hockey players will take longer and I need to keep the jersey safe until it’s in a personal display for me.

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Weapons of Mass Deception by Rampton & Stauber

Here is a great book for those of us in the “I told you so” crowd or whatever name Tricky Dick apologist William Safire calls us. Rampton and Stauber are pros at proving point by point, reference by reference, what a great load of BS the invasion of Iraq was. This is not some made-up list of accusations a la Ann Coulter. These two have actual proof through their news-article references that somehow were buried in the American media. They also go back to the recent history of the conflict and we are not talking since late 2001, more along the mid to late Eighties to make their point on the mainstream media took the sucker bait earlier. A great example of something I always knew but many need to be reminded about is how the “star” witness regarding Iraq’s invasion was a complete liar when she told a yarn over how incubators from hospitals were stolen. Firstly, Nayirah’s (if that was her real name) story was an outright fabrication since she was not present during the events. She is the daughter of Saud Nasir-al-Sabah, Kuwait’s ambassador to the US and has been in America for years. Secondly, the UN and Amnesty International followed up with investigations when Kuwait was “liberated” (for the same undemocratic government which still reigns today) and found absolutely nothing to confirm such events. Thirdly, Kuwait is the size of a small New England state. Does anyone think a country so small has 300 incubators let alone that many children being born under any conditions? How this happenened is where the authors shine in their investigations. Kuwait affected public opinion through lies, deception and spin courtesy of PR firms, which is what they have argued in their past books on toxic waste and BSE (mad-cow disease) in the US.

Fear not oh Republicans and Liberal-haters. The book has venom for the Democrats’ failure on the Middle East and using or getting used by the PR Lie Machine. However, this fraudulent invasion was dreamed up and constructed by Right-wing think tanks while they were pushing Clinton to jump into this quagmire. He was content to just lob some missiles at them to distract us from Lewinsky, boredom and/or bad advice from his cabinet. It does not matter now. The invasion happened, the country is a mess and the US will have to be there for a generation or else leave it a disaster for another brutal dictator to take control of. At least this very-well written and researched book takes the lead in the post-mortem of foreign policy blunders.

Let us see the Coulter-Limbaugh crowd squirm out of this as these facts put them on the ropes. I really enjoy books that give me ammo to back what I have always felt and known. Shuts down the Right’s tactics of using Jesus, screaming, red-baiting and violent threats.

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All Families are Psychotic by Douglas Coupland

When the story opens we meet Janet Drummond waiting in her hotel room near Orlando. Her daughter Sarah is the token Canadian astronaut for the latest shuttle launch. Sarah is the pride of the family: she has technical and scientific degrees; she is still married to her first husband; she is perfect except for being born with one hand due to thalidomide. Sarah’s two older brothers are complete screw ups. Wade is a drifter diagnosed as HIV positive and his T-cell count is rapidly declining. Bryan suffers from depression and is easily bullied as his bossy, high-strung 18-year-old pregnant girlfriend Shw (not a typo). With these two sons it is no wonder that their father Ted has always favored Sarah. He’s no prize though. After cheating on Janet for years, he finally divorced her and got remarried to his last mistress Nickie. Oddly, Nickie and Janet are on friendly terms since they like to discuss Wade’s health problems.

So everybody is putting their numerous grudge matches and personal failings aside to watch Sarah go into space. Seems like a typical movie made for the Lifetime channel. Not really. The premise quickly becomes the launching pad for what transforms into a rather surrealistic adventure for everyone in the Drummond brood. Somehow Coupland’s characters end up in a Carl Hiaasen-Elmore Leonard-driven plot of intrigue, mayhem and selling infants on the black market while in Florida; it must be a state law JEB Bush can’t expunge. The Science Fiction element of the story involves the possible direction cloning and biotechnology could go when you see Wade’s get-rich-quick scheme. That dovetails into what Right Wingers would brand the conspiracy segment of the story as Coupland’s characters explain why Big Pharma, the Biotech Industry and Big Insurance don’t want a cure for AIDS, cancer and other terminal illnesses; as one friend told me, these corporations and lawyers want to make sure they acquire everything you own before you painfully die.

With the heavier issues addressed in the story put aside, it is still a great book and the first one with an ending I sincerely liked. It didn’t feel sudden or sappy. He ended it at an appropriate point. Families is his best novel since Shampoo Planet, a snapshot of life in North America during early Nineties. This one is sadly engraved to be the story set several months before George Bush was suddenly elevated into an effective leader despite being a dunce for 40 years.

The novel’s best section contains Coupland’s biting commentary about why Daytona Beach exists (see page 176). To me the explanation Wade provided applies to so much of the US and Canada.

The author is spot on with the characters; they are very developed, well done and believable, one of his strongest traits as a writer. I envy Coupland’s ability to capture the anger of his characters through words. When I met him for the book signing on this, he turned out to be nothing like the people he writes about. He is more like his opinion pieces: calm, easy-going, polite and tells humorous anecdotes without excessive profanity (unlike James Ellroy).

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Basket Case by Carl Hiaasen

Fortunately, the book is deeper than the back cover and blurb reviews make it out to be. For me, the only downside is Carl’s ignorance of popular music past 1985 and a bias towards bands that peaked before I was even born. This novel also has the subplot (or point) about how American newspapers are being flushed down the toilet by bean-counting conglomerates which result in an uninformed electorate and unaccountable local politicians (a favored target).

Our hero this time is former hotshot, investigative reporter Jack Tagger. Former, because he made CEO Maggad Race III lose his cool at a stockholder’s meeting by pointing out something embarrassing. Since a Wall Street Journal reporter covered the outburst and the investors witnessed it, the corporation’s legal department intervened on Race’s attempt to fire Jack. Being lawyers, the legal department didn’t do this out of compassion, they did it to prevent a wrongful termination lawsuit; they then advised a more devious strategy for Race to implement, re-assign Jack to the obituaries. Their logic went like this: a reporter of Jack’s reputation would resign instead of taking the demotion, therefore he could not sue. No dice. Jack accepted just to be a thorn in Race’s side, or as they mockingly call him at the paper, Master Race.

The CEO can’t do much more to harm Jack anyway since the paper’s original owner, MacArthur Polk, is a majority shareholder in the conglomerate. Besides, Polk likes Jack and insists on the hero writing his obituary when he finally dies; Polk has been on death’s door for the last decade and this frustrates Race’s larger schemes to get richer.

The obituary assignment has had two ugly side effects on Jack. Firstly, the editorial staff has orders from Race to take away any possible lead or story that could revive his career for a job in a better market. Secondly, writing obituaries has made him obsessed with outliving his father; a vague memory who left during his early childhood and died under unknown (to him) circumstances. Jack’s mother knows all the answers but refuses to divulge anything. This compulsion has also morphed into him knowing all the gruesome details of many famous people’s deaths. He’s not exactly a great person to strike up a conversation with, especially on dates.

Then a fax comes in about the drowning death of James Stomarti. Normally people die in SCUBA accidents all the time around the Bahamas but something about the name makes Jack wonder. With some research he realizes why the name sounded familiar. The deceased was better known as Jimmy Stoma, a hard-living rock star from the Eighties who fell into obscurity after 1991. Jack coerces his editor Emma (a clueless 27-year-old who would not know good journalism if it bit her on the ass) to let him interview the family and make this the lead obit over a local rabbi.

As the deadline looms, Jack can only get an interview with Jimmy’s widow Cleo Rio, an ex-model turned singer (surrogate for Courtney Love) but fails to contact Jimmy’s sister Janet, an Internet porn star. He figures it would’ve been great to have more than one family member on record yet that’s the nature of the news, it’s timely. The obit runs and he doesn’t give it any further thought until Janet calls. She tells Jack how Cleo used him. Initially Jack dismisses it as a familial snit between the women but when he finds contradictions in the New York Times‘ interview of Cleo, he feels like a chump. Curious about the widow’s motives, he attends Stomarti’s funeral with plans to confront Cleo for her dishonesty and call it even. Near the end of the ceremony, she performs a song rather badly as a tribute to Stomarti. Most attendees consider the performance another desperate ploy by a has been. Jack on the other hand recognizes Stomarti’s musical DNA in the piece, senses it’s incomplete and begins to suspect Cleo murdered Stomarti.

And so the Hiaasen Express takes off as Jack and Janet pursue what may be a bigger conspiracy while fending off Emma, Race and Polk. I will not spoil any more this but I guarantee there are additional murders, attempted murders, funny (in a dark way) accidents and commentaries about the various corrupt industries which inhabit Florida.

Now my complaints of this book. This is the first one I have read by Hiaasen that is told in the first person. It does not work well and it takes away some of the fun from his past novels told through third-person omniscient narrators: the backgrounds of the various sleazoids, victims and allies. By telling the story from the perspective of a reporter and sprinkling in his own ignorance of popular music, it gives the impression of the book being a two-fold, hidden social commentary piece on the demise of serious news coverage (which I do agree is a crisis) and how today’s bands just can’t hold a candle to the older acts (who are really just flogging a dead horse). The name dropping of bands really demonstrated how out of the loop he is. I think it would be a more effective story if it were set in the mid to late Eighties, then the musical references would not feel forced, contrived or poseurish. The accumulation of newspapers into profitable media baronies has been happening ever since TV and radio cut into their mindshare so this element would survive such a time shift. Finally, the first-person storytelling should never be used again with Hiaasen. It had a detrimental effect like James Ellroy’s White Jazz and that was a tough act to beat on the irritation scale.

Is this worth reading? Sure. It even has a song co-written by Carl and the late Warren Zevon at the end. Just expect this novel to be a style departure from his past work.

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What Liberal Media? The Truth about Bias and the News by Eric Alterman

Recently, there have been books (actually diatribes) written by Ann Coulter, Michael Savage and other Right-Wing yahoos claiming a Liberal Media Conspiracy. A Liberal bias they say (more like screaming) is out there, criticizing their illegitimate president. If you have been paying attention to current events for the last 20 years and seen how the Right has been presented by this SCLM (So Called Liberal Media as the author calls it), you can easily see that these people are big fat liars. Eric Alterman takes it a few steps further by systematically pointing out chapter by chapter how their claim is utter bullshit. What is more amazing is that he does it without ranting and with well thought-out research. The footnotes at the end are pretty extensive.

His overall argument about the perpetuation of this myth comes from the sports expression of “working the refs.” Ever since Nixon’s second term, the Far Right had enough on losing or being marginalized by their proxy…New Deal-era Republicans. So they formed their own think tanks and organizations to push forth their agenda. The Left has theirs too but their cash flow is less than 10 percent of what the Right is funneling through. One of the Right’s key themes since the Seventies has been their constant harping, whining and lying about the media’s liberal bias. Alterman proves this strategy worked and here are the fruits of the Right’s efforts:

  1. Surveys continue to back this myth with a majority of Americans believing this.
  2. The SCLM has even resorted to self-censorship for fear of being criticized as Liberal.
  3. Certain Right Wingers even admit to this being a lie but they enjoy saying it because they are currently winning.

It seems I was correct all along, the Republicans and Right have employed the same tactics as the bullies I knew from school. They keep repeating the same lie with the knowledge of it eventually being accepted as fact by them and their toadies. With many Americans believing there were links between Iraq and al-Qeda, the Right is on a roll.

I enjoyed his theory about why the honeymoon ended abruptly with Clinton and resulted in Joe Klein writing Primary Colors. It reaffirmed my opinion about how egotistical most political journalists are (the wannabes at Marquette were that way too). He stated how many journalists have this attitude about how they believe they could do a better job running the country. So every four years they are easily seduced by candidates who seek their opinions and strategies. Clinton was guilty of this during the 1992 primaries. When Clinton went from candidate to nominee, he no longer needed the reporters because the competition for the job got reduced to just Bush. The SCLM’s reaction was more of a spurned ex-girlfriend for the next eight years, especially from that hack Joe Klein.

Alterman’s book does bring to light some other things his opponents fail to do, actual proof of the money trail. Hilary Clinton was not lying about the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy against her and Bill. She just got the Vast part wrong. There is a Right-Wing Conspiracy of sorts with an agenda and they have operated in the open since Reagan, the first candidate they unabashedly purchased. I particularily relished the chapter about how the various think tanks financed and inflated the validity of The Bell Curve. What utter nonsense it was. Racism wrapped up in the tidier package of a book over a KKK rally. It shows how the SCLM got suckered into publicizing it and giving it more attention than it ever deserved. The media has only themselves to blame too because Alterman argues about how poorly these subjects are reviewed by a reporter who just covers the science beat. Instead something inane like The Bell Curve should have been handled by an actual scientist so the validity of its (inaccurate) theories can be refuted or proved. But the timeliness of the news also presents another problem…who really wants to read the review of a book several months after its release? This would probably be the minimal amount of time it would take an actual expert on the subject to fairly assess it.

Media is a good book but those who believe the myth about the SCLM will never read this nor even have their eyes opened. It caters to those who never believed the lie because there is plenty of evidence to disprove the SCLM: Bush’s exaggeration of Iraq’s capacity to threaten the world (let alone the region) is an impeachable offense and the body count on US Soldiers during the Occupation is now 61 (when I wrote this review). Would a SCLM be completely silent about this? The British press still has a full spectrum of viewpoints and Tony Blair, a so-called Liberal according to America’s definition of the UK parties, is under much more scrutiny than Bush will ever be. For those of us on the Left, this is a good reference book to help us refute the bully logic of the Right who continue to “work the refs.”

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The Cold Six Thousand by James Ellroy

The long awaited sequel to American Tabloid finally appeared in 2001. Austin was one of the fortunate cities on James Ellroy’s last book tour to promote it so I scored an autographed copy. If you read Tabloid, then you remember our anti-heroes Pierre “Big Pete” Bondurant and Ward Littell and how the story ended with the assassination of President Kennedy. The Cold Six Thousand picks up the saga of Ellroy’s Secret History of America Trilogy several hours after the killing with the introduction of his newest troika character, Wayne Tedrow, Jr.

Wayne is one of the few Las Vegas cops not on the take but he remains on the force because his father has clout as the area’s most powerful racist Mormon leader. And when you are a White cop married to a Black woman in the early Sixties, you need powerful connections to protect you. Wayne is much like what Ward (and Exley) used to be‚ conflicted over doing what is right, moral and just, but he’s tainted by the company he keeps. When 6000 begins, he is arriving in Dallas to kill a pimp who knifed a blackjack dealer and he already received his six thousand-dollar payment in advance (more like it was thrust upon him), so there is no turning back on this. The roller coaster then takes off from there since Littell is in Dallas under orders from Hoover to obstruct the Kennedy-Oswald investigations and Big Pete was sent by the Outfit to eliminate a prostitute who slept with the actual shooter. As the plot thickens, Dallas is replaced by Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Vietnam and some parts of the Deep South.

Pete continues his easy-money scheming ways and does an occasional murder on the side but he knows he’s getting too old for this profession. He worries about the Outfit inevitably whacking him. Ward tries to redeem himself by playing a dangerous game of working for Hoover and the Outfit while aiding the Civil Rights Movement. He hopes these good deeds on the sly will make Robert Kennedy forgive him after their falling out in Tabloid. Wayne gets sucked into the quagmire through his chemistry degree (manufacturing heroin for the CIA) and his father’s friendship with Hoover. It all coagulates into an ugly mess and concludes several days after the assassination of Robert Kennedy.

As always, one of the heroes dies (you will have to read it to see which, for those of you who read White Jazz, you know who lives) and all of their moral compasses are wrecked, not like Pete had one. Once again, you are left wanting more and curious about how will this all end. Ellroy stated it will be some point during the Vietnam War. My personal guess would be when America’s direct involvement concluded in 1973.

The pace is brisk. The language is still not for the faint or PC of heart. The horrors Ellroy describes makes Carl Hiaasen’s books look like the Hardy Boys (do not get me wrong though, Carl rocks). You might want something to settle your upset stomach after the sections on the Vietnam excursions.

Going to his book signing was a great experience and it helped clarify the nature of Ellroy’s writings too. When he reads his material, he reads like a beatnik poet (Edward Albee came to mind) and that might be why his writing is punctuated throughout with short sentences. His Secret History of America Trilogy is not meant to be factual neither. During the Q&A he explained how he employs two research assistants. He asks them to gather everything factually known about the historical figures and then he writes 180 degrees away from this. However, this is not completely true since he peppers the current book with the actual incidents of Martin Luther King’s infidelities being filmed and taped by FBI agents (MLK frequently cheating on his wife has been admitted by the King family and other associates). Again, the bulk of the story is fiction or as Ellroy likes to call it, historical fiction. He does not claim this as his own conspiracy theories or remotely true. He does have his own opinions about who killed JFK (the Mafia), but overall Ellroy says his books are fiction and should be interpeted as such. Regarding the racist dialog between his characters, he said he is trying to accurately portray the attitudes and essence of what life was like then. Ellroy himself professes not to share those feelings and even stated at the book signing he considers Martin Luther King to be the bravest man of the 20th century.

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Mark Goddard

Lost in GenCon with the original Major West

Lost in GenCon with the original Major West

Most of the cast from TV’s Lost in Space was at Gen Con 1998 for signing autographs (the money collected went to charity). If you saw the movie this Spring, you may have recognized them in their cameo appearances but only June Lockhart and Mark Goddard had any memorable scenes. I got the opportunity to talk to Mr. Goddard briefly and he was generous enough to let me get my picture with him, I also have an autographed publicity shot of him. He thanked me for coming by and I had to tell him he had a pretty cool part in the movie, the commanding general giving orders to the (new) Major West played by Matthew LeBlanc. Mr. Goddard also said the people responsible for the movie had plans for two more sequels that he would have a chance to be in. I doubt the Jupiter 2 will make it back, it’ll probably be messages from Earth, flashbacks, or he’s part of a rescue party like the Proteus. He was a class act who never regrets his acting career (he did get more roles after Lost in Space unlike poor Guy Williams) because he continued with his other pursuits: stock trading and working with children (he has a degree in education). Currently, Mr. Goddard is semi-retired and residing in Florida.

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