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  • Semisimian@startrek.websitetoTenForward: Where Every Vulcan Knows Your Name@lemmy.world•Can we talk about why DS9 never had its own movie franchise?English
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    17 hours ago

    DS9 pulled off a political space drama that could rival Dallas or MASH and they got 7 seasons. I’m rewatching it again and I still can’t believe that prime time viewers would sit through these episodes that are just 2 people arguing the nuances of humanity for 45 minutes. It’s nothing like TV is today.

    As far as a movie, I think the TNG movies weren’t that Trek. They often took the characters in strange directions, favored more digestible plotlines, and wrote dialogue that you’d expect from AI. I value the television wellspring of Trek in the 90s/early 2000s. It is so cool, and that era is still bearing fruit today.

    I would like to see more of the DS9 characters, and like to see what a movie budget would do, but I don’t trust that a DS9 movie would’ve been given the reverence needed to make it right. It has been great to see Picard and the ST world in the later years, but I don’t know if it makes the lore any better. I’m not sure that we are any closer to another golden decade of ST.

    Thanks for posting this and helping me get some of my thoughts on DS9 coalesced. Do you have a DS9 movie plot you think would’ve worked? Those ‘golden years’ of Trek were also open to the most fan input, with concepts and entire scripts being submitted. If we had 26 episode seasons to play with, maybe they’d take our call.

  • Semisimian@startrek.websitetocats@lemmy.world•We're getting older together and it makes me smile as often as it breaks my heartEnglish
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    7 days ago

    Pets help us understand our own mortality in ways that continue to surprise me. When I was young, the first pet I lost was a young cat, just a few years old. I raised her from a kitten that was probably too young to ween so we had a close bond. She was indoor/outdoor and was attacked by a neighbor’s dog during the day when I was gone. Holding her and watching her die broke me, like she waited all day to die in my arms. She was mine and I felt like I let her down. Woof, it hurt. Still does.

    But while I was holding her, our family dog (Allison) was next to me. She was older than I was, a feisty Lhasa Apso that had lost her ability to hold her bladder. We diapered her: we’d cut a hole in human diapers to pull her tail through to keep the hardwoods from getting ruined. She died a year later, after living a full life.

    I buried both of them in the front yard, under a couple of pines that bordered our neighbor’s pet cemetery. Both times, digging those holes gave me the time I needed to be able to return them to the earth and say goodbye. I learned so much from their passing. It is the last gift our pets give us, their final act of love.

    Now, older, with kids of my own, we have Sadie, who I am looking at as I write this. She’s a rescue, probably a golden mixed with some border collie, at least 16 years old. Her sister died last year and it was the first close death my kids experienced. Her passing taught my kids the alchemy of aging gracefully, the privilege of old age. Now, they find charm in Sadie’s rickety hips and excuse her incontinence. Getting old is okay; we are lucky to be able to do it. Watching your loved ones get old is a privilege we should cherish.

    Edit: I wanted to thank OP for posting this. Reading your observations of your aging cat brought It all forward.