Viewing Archive: 2012 May

Let’s move on to the science fiction pinups! If this is your first time joining us for the sci-fi pinups, you should know: this isn’t your momma’s list of hotties. (Unless you have my mom, who, so far, has known all of our sci-fi hotties. My mother is pretty awesome — though she was pretty baffled at the popularity of the three-breasted chick from Total Recall. What can I say? Guys like boobs.) In this segment, we feature the men and women of science fiction who rev our minds as well as our loins. It’s not Fabio in space, people.

It’s better.

With only 16 minutes left, Snake has no time to be choosy. He heads for the nearest of the three Starbucks, the smallest building on the left corner. He bursts through the entrance and sends a display of environmentally-friendly, made-from-recycled-plastic travel mugs flying across the store. They ricochet off of walls, customers, and Police Commissioner Bob Hauk’s shiny bald head.

Snake does a double-take at Hauk.

“Hauk,” he hisses.

“Hello, Snake. I’ve been waiting for you.”

It’s 2:00am. The streets of Seattle are pitch black and lonely, save for the occasional, near-burned-out street lamp casting pools of dim, yellowed light on the asphalt, and a 24-hour Starbucks on every corner and squeezed into the spare square footage of every bank, gas station, and grocery store. A lone man stalks the sidewalk, his black leather pants and matching wife-beater blending with the dark, and his long, feathered hair rustling gently in the breeze. His one eye squints dubiously at the Starbucks. The other is hidden behind a black eyepatch.

The man marches straight through the Starbucks parking lot and jerks the door open. Inside, a long customer line trails from the register back to the door and doesn’t seem to be moving. The man charges forward, shoving college students and hipsters aside. Their screams and protests fill the air as they are tossed either to the ground or into large displays of organically grown, free-trade coffee beans. He charges toward the front, his mission urgent: Snake Plissken needs a latte.

Blogging often requires research. Even my Sci-Fi Pinups require some, as I need to find a great photo and ensure my facts (for turn-ons and turn-offs) are correct. Web research can take just as much time as the writing but I don’t mind — especially if it’s for the pin-ups post. The pin-ups post makes people laugh and brings a sense of pride or nostalgia about a particular character in the science fiction universe. Mostly, I blog for you.

I know what you’re thinking: Biggest. Philanthropist. Evar.

So you can imagine my feelings of anger and betrayal when, on Sunday night, I was doing a little last minute research for the April Pin-Ups and clicked on a Snake Plissken fan site. And then the Snake Plissken fan site gave my computer a virus.