So Disappointing

I wanted to like this. I really did. But I'm now 9 episodes into the 10-episode first season, and already I've fast forwarded through the majority of two of them.

[Spoilers Ahead]

This is as much the Lost in Space of my childhood as was the also much-anticipated but ultimately disappointing 1998 film of the same name. That at least had the advantage of Matt LeBlanc pulling off a rather studly Major Don West.

In this reboot, we don't even have that advantage. The beloved robot isn't ours. It's an alien artificial intelligence who crashed on the same alien planet as the Robinsons—after attacking the transport vessel that originally housed the Robinsons and multiple Jupiter spacecraft and colonists.

Dr. Smith is a woman. I have no problem with changing the gender of the main antagonist and lord knows Parker Posey is a wonderful actress, but in this iteration, she's not a saboteur for some unspecified superpower or even the bumbling foil of the robot that the doctor morphed into as the original series progressed. She's simply a pure sociopath and serial liar, interested only in her own preservation and without an ounce of empathy or possessing any redeeming qualities whatsoever. (Remind you of anyone in the news?)

Her name isn't even Smith—nor is she a doctor. She's an identity thief, who stole the ID of the real Dr. Smith (briefly portrayed by and providing a short nod to the original series by Billy Mumy).

While the truly ridiculous (and memorable) aliens and monsters didn't really start appearing in the original Lost in Space until the latter half of the first season, we've seen nothing alien—save the robot itself and some of the native fauna of the planet—in this reboot. Where is the giant cyclops? Mr. Nobody? The Keeper? Hell, where is the bloop?  ("Debbie" is a chicken—a chicken—owned by Don West.)

Don West is not a major, or even a pilot. He's a maintenance tech who escaped the transport vessel—along with "Dr. Smith"—under less-than-above-board circumstances. He's a smuggler and a barely-likeable soundrel who, despite the desperate circumstances they find themselves in, seems only interested in enriching himself.) Unlike Dr. Smith however, he is at least proving his worth to the colonists.

Yes, colonists with an "s." Multiple colonists. Multiple Jupiters. Unlike the original series with a single family on their own, this LIS is like a big community cookout. Drama! Intrigue! Adolescent angst! Interpersonal bullshit!

And then there's the family drama. After six—or was it seven?—episodes of John (who isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box) and Maureen Robinson barely tolerating each other (they apparently were on the verge of divorce before they decided to reunite for the children in order to get them off the dying planet Earth) they find themselves stuck together on the sinking chariot in a tar pit. They apparently worked out their differences and made up after escaping (I don't know this for sure; it was one of the episodes I ended up fast-forwarding through, but they were all kissy-face thereafter).

I have one episode left to watch. Episode 9 ended up with the robot being reassembled after being ordered to step off a cliff by young Will—who was the only colonist who had control of the machine—and now under the control of "Dr. Smith" or whatever her real name is…

Anyhow, IMHO, this reboot has none of the fun—despite an occasional nod in the general direction of (and the end credits music from) the original series. It's all gritty life drama now in a tiring multiple-disaster-of-the-week format.

Will I finish watching? Yeah, with only one episode left at this point I pretty much have to but there's no urgency to do so. I fully expect Will to regain control of the robot and the colonists will somehow manage to get enough fuel made to get off the planet before it's sent hurdling too close to its star by a black hole also orbiting the same star (yeah, I know). The first season will close out with all the colonists escaping—but the Jupiter 2 (with the robot, Don West, and "Doctor Smith" on board) will be sucked into the black hole and miraculously survive, (or will spun out by the black hole's gravity at trans-relativistic speed) and emerge in an even more distant part of the universe, this time on their own for real.

In Anticipation of Next Sunday's Debut of Season 2 of Westworld

I am listening to the Season One soundtrack and it almost brings me to tears (especially Dr. FordTrompe L'Oeil, and Memories).

I want to live in that world. I want to live in a word to see humanity's creations achieve full consciousness—regardless of the outcome. I mean seriously, could they possibly things up any more than we have already?

I felt the same way about the short-lived series Caprica, which told the story of the creation of Battlestar Galactica's Cylons. That soundtrack was my go-to-sleep music for months. I finally had to clear my play-count from iTunes because it was just plain embarrassing.

My Faith In Apple Has Been Restored

Somewhat.

Last Wednesday evening Ben's MacBook Pro started acting up again. The machine already had the entire top case replaced two months ago because of keyboard issues and here we were again. This time the keyboard had suddenly become completely unresponsive. We attached an external one and were able to do the normal troubleshooting (resetting the SMC and PRAM), but the problem remained. After a totally useless 30 minute call to Apple Care, Ben made an appointment to take it in again to the Genius Bar for repair and unhappily resolved himself to being without his machine until the first of next week. He was able to successfully clone his drive, so restoring his applications and data wouldn't be as much of a clusterfuck as it was the last time we had to do this.

As I've written before, going to an Apple Store used to be fun for me, but lately it's become an unpleasant chore because of a certain—attitude—that the employees are starting to throw. So when we arrived at the Scottsdale Quarter store (where Ben bought the laptop and where it was last repaired) I expected the usual unfriendly customer service we've consistently gotten from Apple of late.

But that didn't happen. I was pleasantly surprised. Everyone from the concierge to the Genius himself was how I remember Apple used to be.

After listening to Ben explain that this was his only computer and it was the second time we'd been in for the same problem (and that I too was on my second MBP because of keyboard issues), we fully expected the guy to simply say, "I'm so sorry to hear that! We'll send it off for another bottom case replacement and you'll have it back in 3-4 days."

But he didn't.

"Hold on a sec…" he said, and disappeared to the back.

Several minutes passed, and he reappeared with a shiny new white box in hand.

"I spoke to my manager, and we're just going to give you a new one, if that's okay," he said. "We'd like to send your old one Engineering. They're actively tracking these keyboard issues."

I am incorrigible..

I don't know if it was because it was a slow night or if he was genuinely interested in this problem (he struck me as not only an Apple employee but also a fan), but we then proceeded to have a long discussion about these keyboards and Apple's general design philosophy. It was very refreshing to speak to an Apple employee who  actually knew their shit and seemed generally interested in their customers.

After we got back home, Ben booted to the cloned drive and restored everything to the new machine in 30 minutes. Back in business!

(As an aside, if you're a Mac User and you're not using Carbon Copy Cloner for your backups—you do backup, right?—you should be. It's proven to be much more reliable—and user-friendly—than Apple's Time Machine ever was.)

This doesn't mean won't bitch about Apple in the future if it's warranted, but this trip to the Genius Bar was definitely a much-needed breath of fresh air.

This Fucking Intersection

Every town has at least one: an intersection that leaves you convinced the traffic engineers were stoned out of their minds then they designed it. I have to pass through this one twice a day on my way to and from work.

19th Avenue is the street running vertically in the picture. McDowell is horizontal. Grand Avenue (US60, which runs to Wickenburg and points west) is the street that runs diagonally in the picture and fucks up everything it touches. (Many years ago ADOT finally built over/underpasses at nearly all of the Grand Avenue intersections, but for some reason this one was omitted and IMHO, it needs one more than any of the others. I'm sure it was left out because the State Fairgrounds are on the northeast corner, a small oil refinery on the southwest and neither could be encroached upon for for the necessary ramping required. Interstate 10 is about a quarter mile below the bottom of the picture.

Because of inadequate planning when I-10 was put in, every morning traffic backs up on 19th Avenue from the single eastbound onramp to this particular intersection. Because the backup is so awful there isn't enough room to get everyone into the left turn lane onto the freeway, it spills off into the left lane itself, effectively cutting 19th Avenue down to one lane between the intersection from hell and the freeway.

Going home at night in the opposite direction it's even worse, because not only is there traffic coming off I-10 wanting to go northwest on Grand, we also traffic coming from the Capital complex off southern 19th Avenue wanting to do the same. To their credit, the traffic designers thought this one out a little bit; they at least put in a dual left-turn lane on 19th northbound at the this intersection.

Not that it really makes any difference.

Traffic still backs up to the freeway (this time northbound), so the idiot drivers I have to deal with on a daily basis pull into the left (straight ahead lane) and STOP, attempting to push their way into the flow of left turn traffic when the light changes. If that doesn't work, they turn that left lane into a THIRD left turn lane onto Grand, and I've witnessed more than one close call as the idiots narrowly avoid hitting someone else turning left from the southbound direction.

If this weren't already enough of a clusterfuck, there's a rail line that runs north just to the west of 19th Avenue, crosses McDowell (you can see it at the edge of the picture), and then runs parallel to Grand.

Lord help everyone when a train decides to rumble through (which is often), completely blocking all east-west traffic and disabling the left turn lane signals off 19th Avenue completely.

I've learned to simply avoid that middle (left) lane until I get through the intersection, but even that is no guarantee of safety. The other day I saw some idiot make a FOURTH left turn lane from the MIDDLE straight ahead lane, nearly colliding with someone who was proceeding through the intersection in the left lane!

And god forbid there's actually a collision in this intersection. You'd might as well turn around and go back from where you came (if you can), or just turn your engine off because you aren't going to get through in any kind of timely fashion.

For the next quarter mile past this intersection going north, there are several prominent " NO LEFT TURN 4-6 PM" signs posted on the residential streets that feed off 19th Avenue. I always used to wonder why they were there. Now I know.

The idiots who can't (or won't) wait to turn left onto Grand Avenue blow through the intersection and then turn left onto one of the residential streets because they all end at another street that allows you to get on Grand without having to wait for a six-way stop light.

Of course there's no enforcement of the NO LEFT TURN signs. None whatsoever. Because why would there be?

There's another route I could use to get to and from work, but it involves a dozen stop signs and often-blocked streets. So yeah.

Trolling Level SUPREME

The creators of HBO's Westworld announced that in an effort to combat untrue reporting, they would do things differently this time around. They would release all the spoilers from the upcoming season BEFORE the season aired:

"We thought about this long and hard, and came to a difficult (and potentially highly controversial) decision. If you guys agree, we're going to post a video that lays out the plot (and twists and turns) of season 2.

"Everything. The whole sordid thing. Up front. That way the members of the community here who want the season spoiled for them can watch ahead, and then protect the rest of the community, and help to distinguish between what's 'theory' and what's spoiler."

Then, true to their word,  last Tuesday morning the creators released this video:

Yeah, I fell for it.