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The Tribe: Episode 5

In which Bray runs off to find stuff suitable for infants, Trudy runs a fever, and the cars are still on fire.
Notably, though there is no visible gap between episodes 1 and 2, dialogue in episodes 3 and 4 claims that they’ve been living together for “a few days”. Episode 5 is set just hours after Trudy delivers, but everyone has had time to redo their ridiculous makeup (Everyone except Lex and His Big Dumb Sidekick have revised their looks).
I finally work out that Amber’s sidekick Shortround is named Dell. It confused me for a moment since the first time I notice it, they’re looking at a laptop. This is a very 1999 vision of the future, so they’re trying to use it by ooking up medical information on a shareware CD-ROM. Fortunately, this future isn’t a 2008 future, where all that sort of crap would have been superceded by the internet. Back in 1999, we hadn’t even worked out a consistent capitalization of “internet” (Seriously. I read a novel around then which insisted on talking about the “InterNet”. Since it was a very 1996 vision of the future, it talked about how the “InterNet” had been replaced by the “Global Information Superhighway”, a system under tight government control which connected, I think, all traffic control systems to hospital power supplies to toasters. So that an evil alien computer virus could go all SkyNet on us.)
Dell gets sent off on a suicide mission to find antibiotics, raising hopes that he won’t survive. Meanwhile, the little kids gorge themselves on Kiwi Haley Joel Osmet’s secret cache of candy and get sick, causing people to momentarily think they have the virus.
Which means that kids in general, and the survivors in specific don’t have any particular kind of immunity to the virus, which means that there’s absolutely no rhyme or reason to why there even are survivors, or, more likely, the kids don’t understand how viruses work, or, most likely of all, the writers don’t.
This episode’s best line:
Zandra: Can’t you just imagine me in lingerie?

The Tribe: Episode 4

In which Trudy has a baby, Cloey walks her pet cow, Lex looks menacing, and hot water is essential.
Seriously, does anyone know what you use the hot water for during a childbirth? Also, Red-Blue-haired-girl, who Wikipedia tells me is named Zandra, talks Lex into giving her some parcetemol in exchange for the promise of no sex, proving that Lex Luthor is an idiot. Immediately after delivering the baby which everyone thinks is his daughter, Bray does a runner, and instantly, everyone assumes that he’s abandoned his girl and child and they begin plotting revenge. I think it’s safe to assume that he’ll be back in an hour or so.
The cars are still on fire, and, I swear to god, Cloey frolics with a cow until the Locos come and she runs away. She’s sneaking off with food for her pet cow. At some point, this cow is going to become delicious.

We don’t really need another hero, but we’re not saying it wouldn’t be useful

As a change from my recent hell-bent pursuit of recapturing my own youth, I decided to take a stab at recapturing someone else’s.
For the past few years, much of our fine American entertainment has been outsourced to New Zealand. Yes, Australia’s Canada has provided its lush landscapes, moderate climate, and non-SAG actors to such US-targeted productions as Farscape, Xena:Warrior Princess, Hercules: The Legendary Journies, Power Rangers, and Lord of the Rings. But did you know that New Zealanders also make their own television programs, featuring local non-SAG actors who don’t have to pretend they have American accents? Why, they even have their own culture and lifestyles which you or I might find strange and incomprehensible. Unless, of course, you are yourself a New Zealander, in which case, you probably find my Saturday Morning Cartoon-esque Mighty Whitey approach to your culture kind of insulting, unless, of course, you’ve got a good sense of humor. I suspect New Zealanders have a good sense of humor, because they call themselves “Kiwis”, after a kind of delicious fruit with the mouthfeel of a cat’s tongue and a kind of flightless waterfowl. Flightless waterfowl is the most ridiculous thing known to nature, so I have to assume that Kiwis have a pretty good sense of humor.
Anyway, one of these shows which I keep hearing about all the time (Except by “all the time”, I mean “two or three times,” which is a lot by the standards of New Zealand Television, as the list of all shows I have ever heard about on New Zealand television consists of: this show) is called “The Tribe”. It’s a show from the early part of this century with shades of Lost, Lord of the Flies, and… Um… Well, I haven’t watched that much yet, and I was planning to rattle off a long list with something silly at the end, but the truth is, it’s basically just every “The whole world is a post-apocalyptic hellhole” show you’ve ever watched.
The story is this: A plague has killed all the adults, and it has therefore gone all Lord of the Flies in New Zealand with kids forming little miscreant tribes and the more sociopathic kids preying on the less sociopathic ones and so forth.
I’m one episode in, so I haven’t really made much sense of it all yet, but given that the plot is Post-Apocalypse+Parental Abandonment+Photogenic Youngsters+Angsty Science Fiction, it’s basically like this show was made by taking the eigenvector of my taste in television. All it’s missing is giant robots (Though I gather a reasonable percentage of the cast went on to be Power Rangers).
Now, remember, this is television aimed at kids. And it’s produced by a country whose primary export, unlike the US, is not entertainment, and if British television and Japanese television and Canadian television is any indication, the rest of the world believes that spending actual money on the production of television is a shameful extravagance. And it is to some extent a soap opera (So I’ve been told. It’s kinda hard to tell the difference between a soap opera and a character-driven story with substantial plot arcs, though. Especially since sci fi fandoms are dominated by high-functioning crazy people who call anything with any kind of character development “soap”, insist it’s for girls, who are gross and slimy and have cooties, and why doesn’t anyone like me when I am so clearly a superior intellect in every way? And hey, give me back my lunch money!), so I’m guessing that it’s going to be a little rough.
Which is why you’re coming with me. Here are my observations on episode 1…

  • This is the 80sest vision of the future since Max Headroom. Only when Max Headroom was on, it was the 80s. This show is ca 2001
  • In the event of apocalypse, I wonder how long it would take me before my priorities shifted to include giving myself a weird Beyond Thunderdome makeup job.
  • In every street scene, there has been a car on fire. Exactly how long after the apocalypse do cars stay burning?
  • In this dystopian future, food and gum are valuable commodities. Weird 80s-style punk rock hair dye and makeup are apparently not in short supply.
  • It has not yet been made clear how long after the apocalypse this show is set. It can’t be long, since a bunch of unattended prepubescent children are still alive on their own just sort of wandering around, and none of the people who were young enough to survive the plague have grown up yet. But it’s long enough that food is no longer readily available, and all the good stuff has been looted. I’m fairly sure that if production stopped dead tomorrow, it’d take a heck of a long time for the surviving population, which appears to be something in the neighborhood of 50, to loot everything.
  • The bad guys, the “Locos” are a tribe that drives around in a police car, led by a kid who appears to be playing sort sort of Nazi version of Alex from A Clockwork Orange. It this is the near future, and he’s, let’s say, 16, it’s kinda inconceivable that he’d have seen A Clockwork Orange.
  • The good guys, whose names I have not managed to learn yet, consist of a couple of random groups of kids who have all happened upon each other, and then stumbled upon a kid who’s fortified a mall. They’ve also captured this small gang consisting of two reasonable people (aside from the makeup and dye jobs. Seriously, in a desperate struggle for survival, everyone has time to keep up their dye jobs?) and their unreasonable boss who pisses off the Locos for no clear reason other than that he’s a punk. I suspect they will become the loveable-but-untrustworthy-antiheroic foils to the rest of the tribe.
  • There’s two other folks who started out somewhere pleasant, then ventured out into the wasteland for unclear reasons. They haven’t interacted with anyone else yet.
  • Seriously, this show has the look and feel of something that was made by PBS, except that it’s not educational. And is instead making me feel dumber. I keep expecting Video Toaster special effects (Which I am learning to identify on sight, by the way. That’s kinda cool.) I’m vaguely reminded of an old show set on a post-apocalyptic earth about the Dewey Decimal system. It was called “Tomes and Talismans”, which I mention here because from time to time I forget the title and have a hell of a time finding anything on the internet that reminds me of it.
  • The credits list this show as having a Story by … Based on an Original Idea by… I assume the “Original Idea By” guy is the guy who wrote “Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome”
  • At least this show has an excuse for the post-apocalypse looking like the outback.

Episode 2 hooks up the other two with the tribe, along with the revelation, unless I overlooked it in the previous episode, that Trudy, that’s the girl of the other two, is about thirty seconds away from childbirth, which, I guess, can give us a ballpark figure for how long it’s been since civilization collapsed.

  • In Episode 2, Clockwork Orange Guy holds a book burning. Just to prove that the Locos are evil. Because only evil people burn books.
  • As predicted, the Gang-of-Three has been allowed into the Tribe. Bad Dye Job Girl seems to be on the frindge of being a good person, whereas their evil leader Lex Luthor is a dick, and let two of their gangmembers get captured by the Locos. I can’t seriously believe the idea that the Locos actually murdered the fallen gang members, being, fundamentally, a bunch of unruly children (After all, if they were that kind of crazy, they’d be doing something more evil than burning books. Like burning babies or something. So I’ll assume that they instead lost half their GP and were sent back to the last save point.
  • Lex Luthor really is kinda stupid. His whole argument seems to be “Let us out of this cage, or we’ll hurt you when we get out of this cage which we can only ever do if you let us out!”
  • New guy, the one with the pregnant girlfriend Trudy, gains their trust in about three seconds, then steals their food, then comes back with his pregnant girlfriend, and a bunch more food. Did I miss a step in his logic here?
  • Trudy is bothered when the girl who Wikipedia tells me is named Amber doesn’t use her name when she asks about letting them stay. Trudy is nine months pregnant and the world is kind of a shithole. I think she could be a bit more gracious.
  • Also, Trudy’s hair is half black and half blue. Even pregnant and on the run, she can keep up her dye job in this post apocalypse.
  • The cars are still on fire. Are Kiwi cars all made of thermite? (Fun fact: Once you start thermite burning, there is no way to make it stop until all the thermite has been consumed)

Episode 3 centers around the debate as to whether or not to let Trudy and her boyfriend Bray join the tribe. Lex Luthor is against it for reasons which entirely make sense but which don’t count because it’s obvious that he sees Bray as a threat to his becoming the alpha male, while Amber is for it because she quite clearly wants Bray to tell her about this earth-thing he calls “Heavy Petting”, until the final scene where she does a face-heel-turn and decides to kick them out. Also, Lex Luthor forces unwanted smoochies on the two-tone-hair-girl from his own gang (Her hair is half red and half blue, so that we can keep her separate from Trudy. She also looks a bit like a girl I went to college, enough that I kept glancing up at the screen and saying “Hey, what do I know her from?”) in order to cement our belief that he’s a total douche.

  • Cloey, the weirdly shell-shocked little girl who led Amber and whoever it was she started out with, let’s call him Shortround, to the rest of the children, spends this episode dangerously wandering off unattended to follow a cow into Loco territory. Someday, TV writers may realize that viewers can only stand so much of cute childlike characters who unthinkingly lead everyone into danger, like the kids who go playing in the zombie-filled wastelands in zombie movies, or the kids who sneak off to get a good look at the ghost and get captured, or Gilligan.
  • Bray and Trudy get voted off the island. It’s Lost, it’s Survivor, it’s Mad Max, it’s all this and more!
  • The frakking cars are still on fire. The Locos apparently all stick together and patrol the city in an orderly fashion, so who the frak is tending all these fires until they get there?
  • Every time someone refers to Bray as the father of Trudy’s baby, Bray and Trudy look away. It’s obviously supposed to be a big surprise when we find out he’s not, so don’t spoil it for anyone.
  • It’s not possible in TV for pregnancy to lead to anything but a sudden screaming birth at the worst moment possible, so you bet your sweet ass that Lex Luthor doesn’t even have time to extinguish her torch after voting her off the island that Trudy goes into labor
  • Fun fact: In New Zealand, Macaroni and Cheese comes in a can.

A Conversation While Watching TV Shows From The 80s

Me: Hey, look who the guest star is in this episode!
Leah: He looks familiar. Who is he?
Me: Imagine him doing the Truffle Shuffle.
Leah: The Truffle Shuffle?
Me: He’s the fat kid from The Goonies
Leah: I thought that was–
Me: No, you’re thinking of the fat kid from —
Both: Stand by me
(That waiter? Jean Luc!)

Who throws a shoe? Really!

That guy who threw a shoe at former president Bush has been sentenced to three years in jail.
How is it that we’ve managed to turn the cradle of civilization into America’s running gag?
There is the best line from the article:

Zaidi became a folk hero of sorts in the Arab world after hurling both shoes at Bush, with considerable speed and accuracy, during a news conference Dec. 14. Bush, a nimble athlete with great reflexes, successfully ducked

There’s also this:

Zaidi’s siblings were angrier, as the crowd and police pushed and shoved each other. “Maliki is ready to give his wife to Bush just to keep him happy,” one sister said.

Random Thoughts on a Snow Day

  • There’s been quite a bit in the news about the holocaust-denying bishop. Lots of folks think it’s uncool that His Holiness un-ex-communicated (recommunicated?) him, because, well, he’s a fracking holocaust denier. Comparatively few people have pointed out the church’s position on this: “Saying the Holocaust didn’t happen is untrue. But that doesn’t make it heresy.” C’mon. If you could be excommunicated for being a jackass, Augustine of Hippo would never have made Sainthood.
  • Another thing hardly anyone is mentioning is that this bishop wasn’t excommunicated for being a Holocaust denier. He was excommunicated for the more or less totally unrelated matter of the fact that he’d been appointed bishop by a breakaway archbishop who didn’t have the authority to appoint bishops. The whole sect got excommunicated en masse for breaking away from the Church.
  • Speaking of news, I’m told that newspapers are failing. Everyone is up in arms and trying to find a way to save them. Most of these proposals are following the example of the music industry and the movie industry: if new media is hurting the sales of your old media, try to force new media to suck. There was a fellow on The Daily Show whose proposal was “Work out a way to stop people from getting news on-line for free.” Has anyone actually sat down and answered the question: So what if newspapers fail? I mean, really, aside from the fact that they’ve existed for as long as anyone can remember, is there any actual value to newspapers in the world we live in? Obviously, it sucks that newspapermen will be out of work, but, well, no one’s bitching about all the lay-offs in the cuneiform industry, and no one’s looking out for the old fashioned manual typsetters’ union. I mean, really. It’s not like dead tree format is somehow an inherently better way to receive news. In fact, it’s worse. The day Mr. Obama won the election, this news appeared on the front page of (almost) every newspaper in the country. The day Mr. Obama took office, this news appeared on the front page of (almost) every newspaper in the country. There was two, maybe three articles worth of news in these events, but there were hundreds of articles published and millions of trees deadened to deliver this piece of information. Which is fine, I think that the election of President Obama is awfully newsworthy. But there is only a finite amount of dead tree. So every article about the Obama election pushed out one article about something else. A newspaper must by its very nature deliver only those stories which are of the broadest interest, and it can cover only a very few of them in any sort of depth. Back in 1997, when I was about 2 or 3 weeks in college, two newsworthy events happened at nearly the same time. But there’s only so much news you can cover if you’re constrained to filling the corpse of a tree, so the death of a popular British noblewoman pretty much stole the news cycle from the death of one of the greatest humanitarians of our time. When I was young, my dad got the Evening Sun, which was the penultimate of what had once been, I think, five editions opf the newspaper that came out in a single day. But in the late 1980s, well before the rise of the internet, the Evening Sun was found surplus to requirement, and the paper was only published once a day. Which means that you get one set of articles in the space of 24 hours, each of which takes time to write, and has to be brought to your house via a car or truck from its place of publication. Which means that you are never going to read anything in your daily paper that is less than 12 hours old, often more like 24-48 hours old. Newspapers aren’t searchable. They don’t include cross-reference hyperlinks. If I’m interested in the content of an article, I can’t ask the newspaper to show me more about this subject. Look, folks. It’s not that my generation is a bunch of attention-deficit, myspace-loving, twitter-pated know-nothings. It’s that, and I can not stress this enough, Newspapers are simply not a very good way to transport news to people compared to the internet. If he coulda, Ben Franklin totally would have been writing Pennsylvania-gazette.typepad.org
  • Of course, you can’t wrap fish in a blog, but that’s not much of a reason to keep newspapers around
  • Speaking of new media, folks are up in arms as usual about kids using things like myspace and facebook and all that, because these are SCARY NEW MEDIA and not wholesome ways of social interaction like banding together to go outside and play improvised sports games using sticks and strings, egg cars, walk down railroad tracks and through leech-infested swamps to find a dead body, evade the Fratellis while searching for the lost treasure of One-Eyed Willy, bond with members of other social cliques during detention, torment classmates on suspicion of homosexuality, or all those other wholesome social interactions they misremember from when they were children. Again, has anyone ever actually checked to see whether there’s any kind of measurable detrimental effect of this? That it’s really unhealthy for kids to make friends based on mutual interests and shared goals, values, and the like, rather than on an accident of geography? Also, shouldn’t it be good that kids spend more time reading and writing? 3ven 1f they r writing 2 a bff4eva lol?
  • Speaking of children and wholesome social interaction, I’ve hit that age where my friends are starting to become parents, and therefore by proxy, I’m learning how much childraising has changed since I was myself a child and got raised. We often stop and pause to note all these “ridiculous” safety precautions everyone’s expected to take all the time and how cherished childhood institutions like “Stick your baby in a small cage and leave it alone for a few hours while you do something else,” “Let your child play with things that produce heat, have sharp corners, or break into tiny swallowable parts”, and walker frames have all gone the way of the dodo. Invariably, someone recalsl that we had all those fun dangerous things, and nothing bad happened (This effect is even more prominent when dealing with people of my parents’ generation who were, I believe, as children, this is at the age of like 3 and under, if I understand, play alone in the woods, with guns and knives, wearing clothing which was made of — I think there had been a study done proving it was healthy — gasoline-soaked asbestos and chewing tobacco, all the while drinking straight whiskey (it helps with teething).). We keep forgetting that when we were kids (and, more especially, when our parents were kids), every once in a while, a young child would die or be horribly disfigured, and that was totally okay. I mean, it was sad, sure, but, hey, sometimes babies just drop dead for no reason. Seriously. This was common enough that both of my parents had siblings who died in infancy.
  • Speaking of disapprovable safety, however, I had to drive Leah’s car just a short distance a couple of weeks ago. Her car has something like six hundred airbags. I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on how many accidents were caused by airbags — the added bulk of their storage causes all the trim on her car to stick out about three inches farther than it needs to. She’s got blind spots you could park a Buick in, because those airbags are obstructing the view.
  • Incidentally, Leah and I live together now. We are still working on integrating our separate gigantic stockpiles of possessions. Leah is much more comfortable stacking things up into tall, unsteady piles than I am. Whenever she does this, I hear John Cleese reminding me, and I can not stress this enough, that there are still many things which have not been put on top of other things.
  • Immediately prior to her moving in, I bought a new boiler, as mine was busted. Because googling did not easily get me to an answer for this until much tryign and hand-vetting of answers, here is a google-friendly summary of an issue you may encounter if you are ever in this situation:
    I have STEAM HEAT. At the END OF CYCLE I get a LOUD WATER HAMMER or STEAM HAMMER sound from NEAR THE BOILER. I wanted to know HOW TO STOP STEAM HAMMER SOUND NEAR BOILER AT END OF CYCLE. It turned out that if the WATER LEVEL in the boiler is low enough that AT THE END OF CYCLE when as much of the water has turned to steam as is going to, the level of LIQUID water in the system can drop to a point where even though the LOW WATER CUTOFF hasn’t tripped, the water level is below the NIPPLE IN THE HARTFORD LOOP. Which basically means that the opening where the WET RETURN system (which is a pipe that hangs off of the main steam pipe so that the returning water doesn’t have to push past the steam to get back into the boiler) comes into the boileris above the water. If that happens, the returning STEAM can get into the HARTFORD LOOP. The whole system is connected because this is a single pipe system, but there’s a loop that is physically closer to the ground, where the water will accumulate, following the force of gravity, while the steam, which is lighter, will stay in the the top loop. The Hartford Loop is a looping section between the two which exists to equalize the pressure between the side of the system that is full of steam going out to your radiators and water coming back from them. If steam is forced into the bottom loop, it will bang around in there causing a LOUD WATER HAMMER SOUND which occurs right at the END of the cycle. HTH. HAND.
  • Also, I just love to say “NIPPLE IN THE HARTFORD LOOP”:
  • I also had the living room painted red and the bedroom painted green. I am red-green colorblind and this gets me out of ever being allowed to make important decorating decisions. The dining room is battleship gray, because we neglected to tell Leah’s uncle that he didn’t need to prime it when we hired him to do the painting.
  • I got the place recarpeted as well. (We are now into the range of about $10k I have spent in the past three months on this place). When carpeting, there’s a tool you use to pull the carpet taught to the wall. It’s got a heavy end with hooks that goes against the carpet and a padded end you strike with your knee repeatedly as hard as you can. I wonder if “Carpeter’s Knee” is the common name for some sort of chronic knee injury.
  • Yesterday, I got to stay home from work on account of snow. Specifically, on account of the three-inch accumulating, all-day, school and business-closing snowstorm. In March.
  • New theory: Starbuck’s dad is Daniel The Cylon Everyone Thought Was Dead
  • Eleventh Hour: Based on a british show which ran 4 episodes and wasn’t very good in spite of starring Patrick Stewart, this American show is pretty good and is the only TV show I have ever seen which got that being a genius is not the same thing as being autistic. But halfway through the season, the writers seem to have said to themselves: “Y’know what this show needs? A comedy relief black guy.” So they added one.
  • Knight Rider ditched half its cast and reformatted to make it more like its predecessor. They also removed their first-half-of-the-season trope of having at least one girl in a skimpy bikini in every episode. Which was The only good thing about the show. The voice of KARR was provided by Peter Cullen, who did the original KARR, and also the voice of Optimus Prime. The body of KARR appears to have been also played by Optimus Prime. But we only see KARR for about 3 seconds, and it’s filmed just like the incomprehensible fast-moving jittery scenes from Transformers, plus it’s night so I can’t really tell. On the plus side, the past few episodes have featured a cute kid, a corrupt hick cop, and a pair of humorous mentally-handicapped car theives, so they really are getting closer to the style of the original. Unfortunately, upon closer inspection, it was only by the standards of the early 80s that the original Knight Rider failed to suck.
  • ‘Frack’ has entirely replaced ‘Fuck’ in my normal usage except when I am in physical pain. Now, middle school kids, don’t frack this up for us by using it so much that they promote it to be a real cuss word.
  • I also have started using the phrase “Surplus to Requirements” a lot
  • Rush Limbaugh 2001-2008: “Democrats hate america because they won’t support the president just because they disapprove of his policies, and if they really loved america, they’d want Bush to succeed”. Rush Limbaugh 2009: “I want Obama to fail. I hope america goes into the toilet because then we will win.”
  • Speaking of Republicans, I’m not really a pinko, but every time I hear a republican scream “They’re trying to turn America SOCIALIST!”, I think, “Yeah, and that would suck because laissez-faire capitalism has worked so well for us recently.”