I share today the start of another MiSTing. As I’ve been doing this, first, I’ve been worrying a lot less about what to write for the big Thursday pieces. Second, I’ve been discovering a lot of Mystery Science Theater 3000 fan fiction that I forgot I ever wrote. It’s neat finding these old pieces and I’m glad to share them with you.
So today and next week I hope to share Brad Guth’s essay/rant “What’s actually HOT and NASTY about Venus?” It is a companion piece to “Venus for Dummies”, as Mr Guth was eager to dispel the common vision of Venus as, at least, a planet with some issues. As of 5:50 this afternoon Brad Guth has not revolutionized the world’s understanding of Venus.
Please be careful, when reading this, not to cut yourself on the sharp edge of that TV Lunches Invention Exchange.
I’ve ridden reverse bungees twice, on opposite sides of the world, so I count at least one of those as being a normal-bungee ride.
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. ] GYPSY, CROW, and JOEL are behind the desk;
a wide slingshot-style rubber band reaches across the view. ]
JOEL: Hi, everyone, welcome to the Satellite of Love. This is Gypsy, Crow, and demonstrating our invention this week is Tom Servo.
TOM: [ Off-screen ] SAVE ME!
GYPSY: Our idea was based on one’s natural inclination to go bungee jumping.
CROW: But most people aren’t insane or Australian enough to plunge headfirst into the unknown.
TOM: I’M NOT AUSTRALIAN!
JOEL: And reverse bungee, where you sit in a cannister and fling upwards, isn’t much better.
GYPSY: So we unveil — the sideways bungee!
TOM: LEMME OUT!
CROW: Tom has his hoverskirt, but normal customers would just wear roller skates for a reasonably friction-free experience.
JOEL: Everybody ready?
CROW: You heard him, Gypsy, go!
[ GYPSY’s light blinks; TOM, screaming, is flung across the camera,
and — after a few seconds — flung the opposite way. He does
not crash into anything. GYPSY, CROW, and JOEL watch TOM go
through several oscillations this way. MADS SIGN flashes. ]
JOEL: So, uh, what do you think, sirs?
[ DEEP 13. FRANK hosts; DR FORRESTER sits listlessly on a couch,
behind a TV set (screen hidden from view), with a TV dinner
tray on a snack stand, and he holds and stares at a half-eaten
peanut butter and jelly sandwich, without moving. ]
FRANK: [ Cheery as always ] TV Dinners: one of the great American contributions to humanity, like atom bombs and `Night Court’. Besides inventing a use for this country’s vast annual tater tot output, it allows many bachelors to consume nutrition-inspired yet unsatisfying suppers alone in a fraction of the time! So we thought, why not extend this to other meals?
[ DR FORRESTER groans. ]
FRANK: Thus we present — the TV Lunch! Not enough food to make you stop being hungry, but just cheap enough to make fixing a real lunch seem like too much trouble. We’ve got … peanut butter sandwiches with that swipe of the last jelly in the jar; single slices of ham and cheese with plenty of mayo and a couple drops of mustard-stained water; and many more. Each sandwich entree comes with a second half-sandwich made by folding a crust end over. A damp salad of lima beans, squash, and string beans leaks over into the chipped cookie, and overall you have the perfect meal that says: I’m eating this while watching McLean Stevenson blow a question on `Match Game 78′.
[ DR FORRESTER whimpers. ]
FRANK: We think it’ll be a big hit. So, Joeleroo, we’ve got a little trip for you this week through molten rock, carbon dioxide narcosis, and of course, Usenet.
[ SATELLITE OF LOVE. ]
CROW: I don’t like when he calls you ‘Joeleroo’.
GYPSY: He means well.
TOM: [ Bungeeing across the screen again. ] LET ME OUT!
JOEL: Gypsy, you’ll let him out when he comes to a stop, please?
[ MOVIE SIGN begins flashing; general alarum ]
JOEL: Good, ’cause WE’VE GOT MOVIE SIGN!
TOM: [ Bungeeing back the other way ] GOOD FOR YOU!
[ 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. ]
CROW: Ineligible Rethiever.
TOM: Boy, this thing’s better-travelled than we are.
> . google.com!o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail
> From: "Brad Guth" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
JOEL: Hi, Brad.
TOM: Sci Astro City, five miles.
> Subject: What’s actually HOT and NASTY about Venus?
CROW: Besides the pools of molten lead, I mean.
> Date: 3 Sep 2005 15:26:37 -0700
> Organization: http://groups.google.com
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TOM: Trombones: Lead the big parade.
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JOEL: Monsters of the Message Id.
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CROW: Aah … he’s trapped in a glass box?
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JOEL: That’s a sarcastic way of referring to a charset.
TOM: Isn’t a charset the only thing that beats a bulbasaur?
CROW: EXTREEEEEEME! Trace!
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TOM: It’s a sin to google groups yourself, you know.
> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 22:26:43 +0000 (UTC)
> User-Agent: G2/0.2
CROW: So that’s … G10?
> X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; MSN 2.5; Windows
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JOEL: … rstln(e) …
TOM: … plorfnop(rezniz) …
CROW: … potrzebie.
> Complaints-To: email@example.com
TOM: Once daily under physician’s or nurse’s approval.
JOEL: Symptoms may persist.
CROW: They really should encode stuff like this.
> Xref: rpi sci.space.history:59672 sci.astro.seti:8583 sci.astro:73410
> sci.philosophy.tech:1443 news.admin.censorship:1093
TOM: [ As arena announcer ] The totals on the board are correct-ect-ect
… sci.astro is the winner-ner-ner …
> Simply stated;
JOEL: Because I’m not that bright,
> Venus is not insurmountably hot,
CROW: It’s cold at the center. Try nuking it a couple minutes.
> and furthermore,
> because it’s surface and whatever else that’s situated below an
> altitude of 25~35 km remains reasonably dry,
TOM: Past the sulphuric acid rains …
> as such it’s actually
> not all that nasty.
CROW: And it’s got a great personality.
> Upon Earth; http:>//www.valleywater.net/hydration.htm
JOEL: Valley water. Water for clean, clean people.
> 1500 ml/day excretion by kidneys in the form of urine
CROW: Shape of, a kangaroo.
> 500 ml/day evaporation and perspiration from the skin
TOM: So if you’re coming to Venus, don’t bring your skin.
> 300 ml/day from the lungs
CROW: 150 milliliters per day from the adenoids.
> 200 ml/day from the gastrointestinal tract
JOEL: And field.
TOM: 84 milliliters per day angrily skipping commercials at the front of DVDs.
CROW: 108 milliliters per day, gratuity.
> Human metabolic perspiration (internal as well as external
JOEL: And their afterschool activities.
> represents a wee bit of a testy if not terribly corrosive
> problem at 2500 ml/day,
CROW: But remember at all times to keep your humans moist.
> whereas everything that’s fluid effectively
> leaks out,
TOM: Well, who would want ineffective leaking?
> boils off and/or evaporates at reduced ambient pressure,
JOEL: Peer pressure.
> and just the opposite for having to survive within a greater ambient
CROW: When streams of Sprite Ice are injected daily into your face.
> though please do try to remember that I’m not the village
TOM: He’s just goofball for the Fourth Ward.
> that’s even remotely suggesting we should be going there in
JOEL: So get that foolish thought out of your head, you silly, silly man.
> However, under nearly 100 bar of pressure
TOM: *Chocolate* bars of pressure.
> that’ll have
> essentially equalized throughout our body
JOEL: Under the mighty wrath of the Hershey’s corporation.
> and thus affecting every
> organ and molecule
TOM: With a lovely concerto for organ and molecule.
> involved isn’t all that likely to sweat nearly as
> much, if at all.
CROW: Perspiration declines quickly after death.
JOEL: Mitchum. So effective you can even skip a death.
> Thereby even CO2 as a replacement for N2 isn’t nearly as lethal as
> we’d thought,
TOM: It’s only *mostly* lethal.
> or from having been told by all of our NASA certified
CROW: I love seeing Wally Schirra wave that sparkly magic wand around.
[ To be concluded … ]