Erratica Reduex

I was reading a preview of the upcoming Star Trek film, and misread the line "a fun hollywood blockbuster romp" as "a fun Bollywood blockbuster romp".  And it occurred to me that this is the direction that the new Star Trek franchise really needs to go in.  After all, there's no place else for it to go.

At this point Star Trek, or really any blockbuster SF film, could only be improved by having all the colorfully dressed cast sing and dance.  Can you imagine how the remake of "The Day the Earth Stood Still" would be improved if only we had the soldiers and scientists dancing rings in around Keanu Reeves and Jennifer Connelly, in front of the big silvery CGI sphere?  It would be spectacular.

And I could go eat at my favorite Indian buffet and watch it on the big screens.  Double win!

I found that a half hour or so of vigorous dancing alleviates somewhat the icy cold of Outermost Apartment.    "Pink Panther's Penthouse Party is an especially efficacious album for warming me up.   

"Baba ba ba, ba baba ba, baba ba ba, ba baba ba..."

Our cat's have a different opinion. Alice found my dancing in a circle around her puzzling, and then alarming.  She escaped under a chair, and then the bedroom, to avoid Papa's strange behavior.  Dorothy had enough sense to stay on the bed the entire time.

"You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that
You can blow with this
Or you can blow with that"

After that, I retired and wrote an entire short story about Dealing with Cold.  I may put it up here, after I sober up and edit the thing.