Re: Good Writing Pls - The Shatner/Sagan Incident (1127 hits)
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Submitted by Jack McCallum (View user info) at 2007-06-21 16:33:28 EDT
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The Sheraton Hotel, San Diego, California.
Comic-Con August, 1976
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William Shatner was in a shitty mood. He was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair in a stuffy room behind a stage in the Pavilion of Harbor Island's Sheraton Hotel. He sipped at a watered-down whiskey, patting down his out-of-date blazer to make sure he had some honey-lemon Halls in his pocket. It wouldn't do to breathe booze all over the crowd of pimple-faced geeks waiting to see him.
Which, of course, just figured, Shatner thought.
The whole velour-wearing gang had their asses handed to them by NBC seven years ago when Star Trek was cancelled, despite the freaky obsessed fans and their letter-writing campaigns, and since then life had been a mixture of middle-class humdrum and scrabbling for roles, any roles, that would pay the rent and keep his three girls clothed and fed.
Shatner looked around the room, taking another sip from his drink and making a mental note to skip the ice when he got a second one. This whiskey was weak shit, and in the heat of the room the ice melted instantly, further watering down the booze.
Damn it all to hell, Shatner said to himself, I've had stronger cough syrup.
Some geeky science fiction writer named Larry Niven had just left the room and the crowd in the pavilion went apeshit when the guy reached the stage. His stories must be good, Shatner mused, because they sure as hell aren't applauding that appalling haircut. He thought about the crowd he'd seen on his way into the hotel.
"Then again..."
The only other person in the room, a man in a brown pantsuit, smiled at Shatner. The man had a spectacularly awful comb-over and he reeked of pot.
If I start balding to that extent I'll never resort to something like that, Shatner said to himself.
The man opened his mouth to say something and Shatner got up and went to the bar to pour himself another drink.
Christ, Shatner thought, I hope Gene can get the ball rolling again.
Roddenberry had been leading a one-man assault on Paramount for years now, relentlessly hammering them with storylines and scripts that could serve as tales for a second Star Trek Series, which he would call Phase II, or a theatrical feature.
Paramount just rejected the script for The Planet of the Titans. Which was good, because it was ludicrous horseshit, but ludicrous horseshit paid the bills, as Shatner knew all too well, having just read the script for a picture about a town being overrun with spiders. Shatner was willing to take the role, hell, cash was cash and it would be a quick shoot, but he was bothered by the fact that his character, Robert Hansen, was nicknamed Rack. Who the hell would give a man a nickname like Rack?
Even this Comic-Con gig was a joke. He'd already done a few of these conventions, and they seemed to be growing in popularity. For a couple of hundred bucks he had to give a twenty minute talk about a television show that was more than likely dead forever. Then he had to answer questions about what his character was thinking or feeling during a particular shoot, pinpointing his thoughts of a single moment in a three year period, seven years ago. Ridiculous. Masturbating pizza-faced fatties, the lot of them.
Now, if they asked him what it felt like having Nichelle's firm-as-warheads tits pressed against him or demanded to know the truth about the rumors that Majel often came to the set in her Nurse Chapel getup without any panties on, now brother, that he could certainly—
"You look troubled, my friend."
Shatner looked at the man with the comb-over. Odd way of speaking, he thought. The man sounds like he has about ten pounds of tongue in his mouth. After a moment he realized he had seen the man before. "You seem... familiar," he said.
The man gave him a wide grin.
"Got it," Shatner said. "You're that astronomer who's on Carson's show all the time."
The man nodded, and as Shatner came closer he could see that the man's eyes were thoroughly bloodshot.
"I'm Carl Sagan," the man said.
"You're... stoned," Shatner said. "Stoned out of your... goddamnedmind."
Sagan responded with a deep laugh. Hyuh-hyuh-hyuh
Shatner sat facing the man. The plastic chair creaked under him. Christ, he thought, if we do get the whole wagon train to the stars back on the rails, I'm gonna have to hit the gym and lose this belly. Shatner looked Sagan up and down, figuring him for one of those skinny pricks who could eat all day and still stay slim. He's tall, too, Shatner thought.
Sagan looked up at the ceiling and smacked his lips.
Shatner decided he hated this man.
Sagan was wearing one of those ugly pantsuits so fashionable these days. The jacket had wide lapels and epaulets. The bell-bottomed trousers matched, and both were made from a double-knit synthetic.
Shatner glanced down at himself. Old blazer, turtleneck, blue jeans, and his old dusty boots. He was heading to a friend's ranch afterward to do some riding. Whenever the pressure started to build he was always able to blow it off by saddling up a horse and just heading away from people.
"We're working toward the same future, you and I," Sagan said.
Shatner held his tongue, thinking the man sounded as loopy as fuck.
"We see a world in which science moves us toward unity and enlightenment, sating both physical hunger and man's thirst for knowledge, a world of physical comfort and intellectual bliss. A world in which we realize the truth of this existence."
Shatner raised his eyebrows and sipped his drink, thinking he made the right call. The cheap stuff had a better kick without the ice. Sagan raised his hands, his fingers moving. He looks like he groping an invisible pair of tits, Shatner thought.
"A world in which we realize that WE are God awaiting realization."
Christ almighty, Shatner thought.
"You look dooobious," Sagan said.
Shatner shrugged. "You're... out of your tree, buddy. I'm just an actor."
Sagan gave him another toothy smile.
"All we need is love and science," Sagan said. "Hardcore love and science."
Shatner watched as Sagan pulled a bent joint out of his double-knit jacket and lit up with a pink Bic lighter.
"The doorway to cosmic enlightenment," Sagan whispered, holding the smoldering spliff between finger and thumb. He took a deep draw and held it, pursing his lips. He offered the joint to Shatner.
"No thanks," Shatner said, swallowing the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. "I like a clear head."
"Head," Sagan grunted. He pursed his lips again and started to laugh, releasing puffs of yellowish smoke in short chuffs.
Shatner waved away the smoke and made a face. He wasn't a prude, hell, he'd taken a hit of LSD once, and aside from the enduring mystery of his morning-after discovery that his genitals had been painted green, he had enjoyed the ride. He just didn't like the foul stench of pot.
Sagan frowned and took another deep hit, speaking in soft gasps. "Anti... intellectualistic... asshole."
"New-age freak," Shatner replied. He got up to get another drink, and Sagan reached out with those long legs, tripping him up. He stumbled and knocked over his chair.
Sagan laughed tiny clouds through pursed lips. "fff-fff-fff-fff."
Shatner turned to face Sagan. "What... thehell is wrongwithyou?"
Sagan flicked the remains of the joint and it moved like a tiny meteor between them, an orange streak. The roach ricocheted off of Shatner's forehead in an explosion of sparks and ash.
Shatner roared something unintelligible and reached for Sagan, who scooted backwards, pushing his chair across the floor.
When Sagan's chair hit the far wall he jumped up and looked back at it in surprise.
"Jesus H. Christ," Shatner said. "You're completely baked!"
With an unexpected quickness Sagan grabbed the plastic chair and tossed it at Shatner's head. Shatner caught the chair, and as he raised it overhead to throw it back, Sagan ran directly at him, bending at the waist.
Sagan let out a laugh —hyuh-hyuh-hyuh— and then slammed head first into Shatner's round Canadian gut.
Shatner huffed out air, doubled over, and vomited cheap whiskey as Sagan stepped back and patted his comb-over into place. Shatner stood straight and belched and then ran at Sagan, leaping into a flying leg kick, his old boots connecting with the astronomer's forehead.
Boot heels clocked against skull and Sagan was slammed against a wall, where he slumped onto his ass just as Shatner completed a shoulder roll and bounced to his feet.
"What's your name," Shatner said, singing a familiar old Zombies lyric in his odd, spoken-word way, "Who's your daddy?"
"I see stars," Sagan said. "Billllions and billllions of them."
"I don't like head butts," Shatner said, setting the chair on its feet and sitting down. "They give me a bellyache... and I've got a beauty right now."
Shatner rested a moment, then he got up and went to Sagan, trapping the man in a headlock. Sagan's long arms reached out. A fist cracked against Shatner's chin, then connected with his left eye and his balls.
Christ, this is like fighting an orangutan, Shatner thought, as he began slamming Sagan's head into the wall.
A moment later Shatner reeled and collapsed.
A moment after that the door to the waiting room opened. Two young men simply stared in disbelief.
One of them said, "Oh my." On one side of his nose was a pimple of such excessive dimensions that it caused the plastic frames of his glasses to lean off center.
The other smacked lips that were permanently wet. He looked as if he were about to cry.
Shatner was lying on his back. One eye was swollen and blood was running out of his nose. He had spills of puke on his turtleneck and his left knee.
Sagan was slumped against the wall, his head hidden inside a hole knocked into the drywall. He looked as if he had been decapitated.
"This can never be made known," Canted Glasses said. "This atrocity must remain secret for all time. Nothing can stain the sacred nature of the Con."
"The Con must go on," Wet Lips said.
The mess was cleaned up. The unconscious guests were revived and generously compensated and sent home. The programs were rewritten minus Shatner and Sagan, and anyone who had seen them there that day was sworn to secrecy.
Shatner and Sagan had never been there. Their names were stricken from the history of Comic-Con. The reputation of that sacred venue remains untarnished to this day.
The Con must go on.
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-23 17:33:03 EDT (#)
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Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 13:31:34 EDT (#)
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Where did you read that by the way, I even wiki'd it so I did a lot of digging and couldn't find a mention of that.
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It took me about .5 seconds to find this...
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SAN FRANCISCO (AP) - The late astronomer and author, Carl Sagan was a secret but avid marijuana smoker, crediting it with inspiring essays and scientific insight, according to Sagan's biographer.
Using the pseudonym "Mr. X'', Sagan wrote about his pot smoking in an essay published in the 1971 book "Reconsidering Marijuana.'' The book's editor, Lester Grinspoon, recently disclosed the secret to Sagan's biographer, Keay Davidson.
http://www.druglibrary.org/think/~jnr/sagan.htm
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-06-22 17:50:04 EDT (#)
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You need to imagine the Star Trek Fighting Music inside your head when you read this.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 13:31:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 13:08:09 EDT (#)
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Actually, he was, and he even wrote essays in favor of pot use, under a pen name.
He said he was able to make certain intuitive leaps while high. It helped him think.
I don't just make this shit up, you know.
Now give me my full +2.
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that is just part of a jewish banker conspiracy to discredit the works of a great thinker and teacher.
Where did you read that by the way, I even wiki'd it so I did a lot of digging and couldn't find a mention of that.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 13:08:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 10:29:21 EDT (#)
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Other than that this was completely accurate.
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Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 10:28:42 EDT (#)
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CARL SAGAN WAS NOT A POT HEAD!!!
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Actually, he was, and he even wrote essays in favor of pot use, under a pen name.
He said he was able to make certain intuitive leaps while high. It helped him think.
I don't just make this shit up, you know.
Now give me my full +2.
Submitted by Cyrus (user info) at 2007-06-22 11:13:32 EDT (#)
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Excellent
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 10:29:21 EDT (#)
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Other than that this was completely accurate.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2007-06-22 10:28:42 EDT (#)
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Submitted by DirtyHarry (user info) at 2007-06-22 10:08:53 EDT (#)
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"Masturbating pizza-faced fatties, the lot of them."
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2007-06-22 05:27:07 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by darkwulffe (user info) at 2007-06-22 05:24:07 EDT (#)
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I kept hearing the Shat in my head speaking his lines, and Carl Sagans lines reminded me of watching the science channel. Great stuff
Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2007-06-22 04:59:40 EDT (#)
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during the brawl i had the fighting music going through my head
ta-ta-ta-taa-taa-taa-ta-ta-ta-ta
futsking funny!
you know all this cos you used to be the canted glasses charachter, right?
hyuk, made my day
Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2007-06-22 04:22:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 02:34:48 EDT (#)
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Thank fuck tomorrow is Friday.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 02:34:22 EDT (#)
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Sleep: Overrated.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 02:33:41 EDT (#)
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You can stream it here http://2005.1190kex.com/cc-common/streaming_new/index.html?refreshed=yes
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-22 02:33:18 EDT (#)
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Right now on Coast to Coast AM, George Noory interviewing Stanton Friedman AND Jesse Marcel Jr. about the Roswell crash.
These guys are old and may die soon. This may be a last chance to hear this stuff from them.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-06-22 00:08:49 EDT (#)
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zebra below.
+2 mccallum.
Submitted by Zebra (user info) at 2007-06-21 21:37:04 EDT (#)
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I didn't find this all that hilarious, but it was very well written and a really good idea.
Lots of nice throwaways, like:
"No thanks," Shatner said, swallowing the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. "I like a clear head."
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2007-06-21 21:09:53 EDT (#)
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:37:31 PDT (#)
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no time to finish, have a rating on good faith and i'll complete it later
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-06-21 19:37:31 EDT (#)
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no time to finish, have a rating on good faith and i'll complete it later
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2007-06-21 18:56:20 EDT (#)
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\"You\'re... stoned,\" Shatner said. \"Stoned out of your... goddamnedmind.\"
Shatner\'s diction cracked me up. Nicely done.
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-06-21 18:15:04 EDT (#)
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"I see stars," Sagan said. "Billllions and billllions of them."
"I don't like head butts," Shatner said
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:59:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:53:57 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:52:48 EDT (#)
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hehehehehehehehehe.
Submitted by HateMudkips (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:16:00 EDT (#)
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:)
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:15:28 EDT (#)
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incidently, I blame Apollo
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:15:13 EDT (#)
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ok, I'm officially delirious.
I just cracked myself up on "what if 'The Shat' shat himself?"
too much uber!
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:12:25 EDT (#)
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Heh. COOOL
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:11:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:11:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:12:23 EDT (#)
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Indeed I do.
First grade RAWKED!
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:11:49 EDT (#)
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and FG REMEMBERS 1976!
:-P
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:11:49 EDT (#)
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I bet even "The Shat" himself would approve of this.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:10:48 EDT (#)
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"I...
don't like...
headbutts"
ahahahahahaha
rereading in Shatner's voice ROCKS
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:09:39 EDT (#)
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Damn. +2. Damn.
And Carl Sagan was teh sexy.
Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:06:39 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:04:32 EDT (#)
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About half way through, I started reading Shatner's parts in his voice.
Makes me remember why that show was funny in the first place. Awful acting, worse background actors, terrible special effects, and props that didn't work quite right.
Submitted by frankthebear (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:04:03 EDT (#)
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simply briliant
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-06-21 17:00:32 EDT (#)
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The Good Writing P.Is approve of this post.
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:53:21 EDT (#)
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THE CON MUST GO ON!
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:48:20 EDT (#)
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Hey. Mr. Tam.Bor.Ine.Man. Play. ASong. ForMe.
Submitted by runswithscissors (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:41:32 EDT (#)
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Brilliant!
my cats went running from the room due to uncontrolled bursts of laughter.......
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:41:10 EDT (#)
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CON!...CON!...CON!!
I saw "Kingdom of the spiders"
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:40:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:37:24 EDT (#)
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Fucking Brilliant...
You really ARE teh Devil, aren't you McCallum???
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2007-06-21 16:35:53 EDT (#)
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Masturbating pizza-faced fatties, the lot of them.